Long ago, a great king ruled Equestria. In the type of unity only a single, benevolent ruler can provide. Now this "great" king is sealed in a cave, banished by himself. Or what was left of him, now he sits in a throne he hasn't left for millennia. alone, so... alone. He tried to not succumb to the darkness like all of his friends did before him. Little does he know, he already has.

I should also mention that this is a companion fic to "A New Game" so updates will depend on that being finished