In the broken remnants of a world which has moved on, a single man tracks a wizard through dust and death in the hopes of getting one step closer to the legendary Dark Tower... Yet such an impossible task can not be completed without choices having to be made. And when one finds themself against a wall, with the desert heat bearing down upon them and insanity sinking in, choices made in the past can suddenly come back to haunt them. Such is the tale that we see as we join Roland of Gilead as he retraces his course through a lost memory; one which was, likely, best left forgotten by all.
(I do not now, nor have I ever, even pretended to own any rights to The Dark Tower series or the characters found therein. The same goes for MLP: FIM. This story is simply fan-inspired fiction that has no bearing on either series in any way. The following story is purely fictionalized and has no place within either series nor any effect on their outcomes. Please support the official works of Stephen King and Lauren Faust... Together or seperately based on your own discretion.)