Equestria has fallen. A new order of submission, degradation, and humiliation has been established. The caribou have torn down what took centuries to build, and enslaved the innocent. They are stealing Equestria's future, flaunting their might, any hope of resistance or rebellion snuffed out under a perverted mess of depravity.

They think they rule it all. Hope seems lost.

They were dead wrong.

For they didn't count on the strength of a few who will not lose their way, and their very unlikely ally.

Equestria has fallen, but is not dead.

Equestria will rise again, fight and reclaim itself.

Equestria stands.

Edit: Fic has been split into chapters.