Souls Of Equestria

This is a fanfic crossed between Dark Souls and MLP.

Long ago, Equestria had fallen into a great darkness.

Then, within the darkness, rose a great flame.

With the flame, came heat and cold.

Light, and dark, and of course... Life, and death.

Then, from the dark, the came.

Within the flame, they had found the souls of the lords.

Zecora, the first of the undead.

The Witch Of Equestria, and her ponies of Crystal.

Galaxy, the lord of the universe, with his faithful knights.

The fertive pygmy, who was so easily forgotten.

With the strength of the lords, they challenged the dragons of Equestria.

Galaxy and his mighty magic pealed away the tough scales of the dragons.

The crystal ponies weaved great crystal storms.

Zecora unleashed a wave of corrosion, and disease.

Twilight, who betrayed her beloved Spike and his fellow dragons.

However, the dragons may have been no more, there were a few who managed to survive.

This began the age of fire, but soon... the flames will fade, and only dark will remain.

Even now, there are only embers, and ponies do not see light, but only endless nights.

Among the living are seen, the carriers of the cursed Dark Sign.

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Souls Of Equestria:

Somethings... dragging me... where is it taking me..? He thinks to himself, and feels this being drag him across a jagged area. His armor screams in a high pitched cry as he is dragged to his final destination, and then the feel of nothing underneath him. A loud crash of armor, and a very sharp pain shoots up the pony's back causing him to open his eyes to a warn down, armored pony looking down at him from a hole at the top of this cell he's been dropped in.

"What am I doing here?" he asks, but receives no reply. The pony atop the cell just stares at him for a moment, then leaves.

About a moment later, the armored pony returns, and tosses down another pony. However, this one is completely unresponsive.

"He's dead, and soon, you will be too if you do not find your way out of here." The pony turns to leave, but speaks up before he departs. "I, myself, am trying to escape this prison of the cursed."

The pony notices a repulsive smell consuming the cell, and turns to the other pony that was tossed down just a moment ago. Trying to block the smell from his muzzle, he turns to the cell door, and tries to wedge the door open, but to no avail. It appears to be locked. He looks back at the body with slight disgust, yet a hint of hope.

He made it out once... maybe...?

His eyes grow watery as the stench cradles the pony's face, however, he manages to continue his search on the body in hope for something, or at least anything to break the lock. The smell grows stronger as he removes more and more armor from the corpse, nearly to the point where he almost vomits. Luckily, he finds a small, rusted key. Gripping the key between his teeth, he attempts to open the cell door, and to his luck, it opened. The pony also managed to scavenge a broken sword from the corpse, and took his first step out of the cell, and to his first steps to possible freedom.