It's been years. Wasted years, doing nothing but wait. Wait for the right circumstances. Wait for the right timing. A fate similar to nightmare moon's- but one that isnt caused by hatred and malice, but rather a stroke of bad luck, and a series of bad choices.
A destiny, a unique talent, and stakes that have never been higher. A danger that no one knows how to deal with- not even the princessly sisters, and unlikely friendships will test harmony itself.
Can the world even be saved? Can Equus be reborn from its ashes?
Just what kind of future are we trying to avoid? Are we really saving us, or expediting our own doom?

This story is a sequel to some unpublished stories. Lore warning! Lots of explications, definitions, the rhythm of the story can sometimes be kinda weird because of that. It's still unedited for that sole reason.

DISCLAIMER - This Fic countains scenes not suitable for children- who am i Kidding? Lie to your browser if you must, but don't come crying afterwards. Drug abuse, Gore and extreme violence await you- If The Boys proves too much for you, turn back. Also, This will hint strongly at a universe built by KudzuHaiku through the stories of the Weedverse. I'll try to get his approval for any character that might appear in this story, or any context or situation that appear in his works. I'll try to steer clear of his stuff, and mind that my map and his aren't exactly the same- I've been borrowing the map from the Known World-and nothing else from their universe, but i believe there won't be any consistancy issues.
Please bear in mind that we're all fans here, writing for fun. I'm not trying to plagiarize anything he did- in fact, i believe we're both trying to show an Equestria we're fond of, and I want to give him all the credit that he is due (after all, one of the reasons i'm writing is because of the inspiration he gave me) so i'll try not to fuck around too much.

Also, kids, get the fuck outta here. This is bound to get either dark, sexual, or drugs related (main character is literally using in the first chapter) so don't even try reading it, it'll fly twenty feet over your head.

Thanks for the continued support, and for the wonderful platform. I believe sharing pony arts is one of the most therapeutic things ever, and i'm doing this as a way of writing my pain away. This might get depressive. This might get hard. I might sometimes vanish for weeks or months, and i merely want you all to be patient if this ever hits. I'm not a writer, the sickness and the drugs might make this a hard read, hard to understand, follow, but my native language isnt english- so things might not always make sense.

This story will be worked on in this Discord Server! Join us as I write without much editing (barely any, in fact). Btw, I don't know where this story is going. I'm literally winging it as i go along. Come give your input! Steer the story yourself! Rp with us on the sidelines?

Thank you again for everything, constructive (and destructive) criticism is welcome.