Trotham city was once a glowing earth pony metropolis, but after Nightmare Moon was banished, it has been in a state of corruption and near-anarchy ever since, but a small of glimmer of hope appeared 20 years ago, that died with Trotmas Mane and his wife.
The Mane family has lived there ever since it's founding by Princess Luna shortly before she was imprisoned.
The only living Mane left has traveled the world, learning whatever he can from where ever he can.
Princess Luna has decided that she will pull Trotham from the ashes if it's the last thing she does, but is she alone?
There has been unrest in the underbelly of Trotham, and a storm is moving in, that threatens Equestria to it's very core, and it's impossible to say who will still stand in the end.
Is all hope dead, or is the night just darkest before the morning?

This is my first Fanfic, so please, all comments welcome. I may have some shipping later on in the story, but not yet. Constructive criticism welcome. I will attempt to update as often as I can, maybe once (or if I'm lucky) twice a week)