Equestria, the fabled land of friendship and harmony. Unfortunately, it's not harmonious. Manehattan's crime rate rises, griffins show no signs of becoming any less greedy, technology is slowly becoming more and more frequently used and changelings are seen as the incarnation of evil. Everything is going to shit and the gates of Tartarus may be about to open soon, releasing all of its prisoners bringing the end of days/nights, just an endless nightmare of pain and sadness.

Will the purest of good be able to stop all this evil? No! Of course not! Equestria needs something willing to break a few bones and not regret their actions. What do you use to put out a fire? If you answered a cloud of smoke to smother the fire, then how did you get out of the insane asylum? Take me with you!

Warning: This story will contain blood, dark themes, possibly a few words, ponies, a flashback or two and finally jokes, and horse-puns. Let me just say Heart of Mist starts off light-hearted, then gets very dark later on, you have been warned.