On February 14th a thick dark blanket was drawn over the small town of Ponyville, no moon no stars not a single speck of light to be seen. Anypony who goes outside goes missing, without a trace; as if something drew them out there. Ponies who lock themselves away and hide in the light go mad, saying they hear them. Speaking to them, telling them to ascend into the darkness…

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown-H.P.Lovecraft


((This story takes place two years after Twilight Sparkles coronation. Also I'd like to thank Junbud and Mr.Coxen5 for Proofreading this story.))