The world isn't ours anymore. Equestria is broken, ponykind scattered, communities alienated from each other. We survive in walled cities, living in fear of the outside world and the undead that roam it. We know what happened at the end of the war that broke us apart, but not how or why. What's worse, nopony seems to care. All they worry about is surviving to see tomorrow. But I care about yesterday. I care because if I don’t, things will only get worse. What I discover, however, is a tissue of secrets and lies that threaten the fragile peace we still have. This is my search for the truth. This is my story. I just hope I live long enough to tell it to you.