There is one world, there are many eventualities.

Pain. It surges through blood and bone. It tears at her heart, in the place where there was something precious to her. She awakens to find her horn shattered and her magic lost. A hole has been carved in her flesh, just above her heart, and raggedly stitched by unskilled hooves. How did Twilight come to be there, in this place of weak lights and whispering shadows?

The dead god of Death smiles as his blasphemous creation is unleashed upon the unsuspected realities. He will have his due, even if he will not live to receive it.

Scattered across the probabilities, the other Elements must fight their own battles and weather their own trials. They prepare for the Crusade, but at what cost?

Fate is shattered and destiny altered, what was once intertwined has become separate again. The moon's reflection upon the still water is disturbed by the image of a moving shadow, and the ripples affect everything they can.

Across every probability, Equestria will learn to fear the banished gods.