Tartarus. It's an odd place. Silent storms, deep red dust and barely anything to eat. A prison island lost to the tumultuous heavens and the magic draining soil. Ponies who are sent here can't be redeemed. A last resort. A final choice. Maximum security with nary a guard in sight. Inescapable.

But then, this is the second time this giant island has been used this way. And the red dust remembers things ponies have long forgotten. How to bring in a new age, for instance. When a possibly falsely convicted earth pony by the name of Sturdy Gaffer finds out how it plans to do so, all hell breaks loose in Tartarus.

Fitting, isn't it? Read on...

First story on here, updates whenever. Give me all the critique you can.