The Equestria that could have been. It could have been glorious. It could have been magnificent. It could have been many things. But what it is, is a hell for all those who once called it home.
To be enslaved, to be broken, to be forsaken, this is the fate that awaits those ponies that exist within this Equestria. The Equestria that is under the dominion of the Caribou.
She is one such forsaken soul, walking the paved roads of Ponyville, making her way to the manor that is the subject of her every night terror, with only the voice in her head to keep her company, and the offer in makes to her every day, ringing in her ears.

It's a ritual spanning very week of the last eight years. Why should to day be any different? All she needs to do is not accept the offer. All she needs to do is not let it in.

She remembers the words of her teacher: There are things waiting in the dark. Malicious, evil things. Things with bones of ice and blood of flame. But the things are only a threat if you let them in.

Author's Note:
This is NOT a FoE story. The Caribou may be the central antagonists of the story but this is where the similarities end (Don't worry you'll still hate them).
Mature tag is set for blood, gore, eldritch horror and all those other nice things .
Do Enjoy.