It is said, that the gods are petty creatures, whimsical and uncaring of mortals. It is said that nopony can stand against a god. It is said, that when darkness comes to the world a few shall arise to fight it... those chosen will have already proven their worth, for the mantle they must inherit carries the weight of many battles and indomitable will.

Will they be ready? Will Friendship—and love—be enough to succeed?