A few days ago, the Caribou tried to summon their King back from the dead. Instead, they got me. Hey there, name's Mark Francowski. Let's get a few things straight up front: I don't have magical bullcrap powers, I don't have combat training, and I don't have the ability to pull guns out my rear.

What I do have is a pissed-off horse-bird with the body of a Greek Goddess, a face that represents pure evil to most of the people in this world, and the sinking realization that I am in way over my head here. It's a long shot, but if I can convince these people not to murder me at first sight, I might just be what they need to fix all this shit and put an end to this long, awful chapter in Equestria's history.

Or I could just make things worse. That's always a possibility.

Trigger warning: there will be moments of rape in this story, thought that is not the focus. I'm not devoting entire chapters to describing that crap, people, but this is a Fall of Equestria story, you should probably be expecting it.