Luna of the Dead: Eclipse

So it goes...

When Ponyville was plagued with parasprites, we handled the situation and regained control of our lives. So it goes. When chaos overtook the land, and everything seemed hopeless, we were protected and life returned to normal. So it goes. When Canterlot, the capitol of our land, was under attack from changelings, we fought hard and defeated them. So it goes. When our new princess joined the ranks of royalty, we rejoiced. So it goes. But when a pony gets sick, we try to help them. So it goes. But then they don't get better. So it goes. Then they die, leaving us cold and alone. So it goes. The world is a darker place that doesn't feel like it will ever get better. And so it goes...

The princess had gathered the wielders of the Elements of Harmony, the six friends who had time and time again saved us from every possible horror, plague, and end that had found us. Even after the dead had risen, risen to eat the flesh of the living, we were sure we would be saved, and everything would return to normal. We were wrong. So it goes. She had summoned them, they had things to discuss. She and her younger sister had told them what they knew, what they didn't and what their plan was, or rather, was not. The Sun Princess, fighting to keep her emotions under control, told them how worried she was for her kingdom. She knew she could not save it. The Elements had already been tested and had failed, and there were no other options. All that could be done was for the towns and cities that marked the country to defend themselves from the undead hordes. To work together to keep themselves safe, to stop the plague from claiming their land, to fight for their very survival. So it goes.

Knowledge of the plague began to become public, as village after village, town after town, and city after city was attacked and eventually overrun. Hope began to fade as the population dropped below 25% of what it originally was, and the fall of Equestria seemed certain. There were those who sought-out cures, safe-havens, and lands that were untouched by death, but all in vain. The survivors were becoming scarce, and moral and sanity were falling below what they could have ever imagined. Many began killing others for survival, and some simply decided to not even try any longer. So it goes. With the country tearing itself apart, not even the sacred Princess was safe. The sun turned a dark shade of grey the day she joined the hordes, and it was no longer a symbol of life and hope. All that remains is the cold grace of Night.

Hope is gone, darkness remains, and Equestria is dead. So it goes. But one continues to fight against her certain death. The younger sister has found survivors, formulated a plan, and begun believing that she can save the damned kingdom. But she is unaware of what lurks in the darkness she brings. She is unaware of what cost the safety of Equestria might bring. She is unaware of how much she will have to lose if she wants to save anypony. It may cost her everything she ever knew and loved, and maybe even her life. So it goes...