Dark Souls

It was foretold, long before my time, and even the time of those who came before me, that the world would one day fall to ruin. The Princesses of the Sun and Moon would prove unable to provide for the land forever, and the stars would weep with their passing. Regardless of the preparations of the occupants of the Princess’ country, their land collapsed under the weight of the two dead monarchs. Day and night were thrown into chaos and disharmony.

And so, the inevitable came to pass.

The revered Tree of Harmony, despite being well taken care of in the years leading to the Great Cataclysm, grew sick. The attendants of the tree, the Elements of Harmony, were powerless to save the harmony that had provided them with life for so long. One dark night, the tree burst into flames, unable to hold strong under the stress of so much chaos.

But the Tree of Harmony was not keen on departing from the world without a gift. A gift that would extend the lives of the world’s dying races. A gift of fire and prosperity.

Bonfires sprouted across the land, their glowing embers forming the last bastions of harmony this world would ever know. But with this gift came an awful curse, the marks that Equestrians held so dear, the ones that gave a pony their calling became marred by the accursed Darksign. The bonfires, while bastions of harmony and magic, could not completely heal the terrible gash left by the destruction of the Tree of Harmony, and as the light began to fade, the undead rose from their graves, seeking the light that they so desperately crave. The Gates of Tartarus burst open, flooding the land with monsters the likes of which had not been seen for millennia

As the fire flickers and dies, sacrifices are made and pacts are formed. The world is dying, being consumed by the dark. But there is one brave undead, chosen by fate, that will bring back the light, or plunge the world into darkness..