In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed and shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees, and everlasting Dragons. But then there was Fire and with fire came disparity, Heat and Cold, Life and Death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Celestia, first of the Alicorns, The Witch of Friendship and her Elements of Harmony, Sombra, the King of Shadow, and his loyal knights. And the Princess Luna, so easily forgotten.
With the Strength of lords, they challenged the Dragons. Sombra's mighty dark blasts peeled away their stone scales. Celestia, first of the Alicorns, weaved great firestorms. The Witch of Friendship unleashed a miasma of calm and harmony. And Discord the scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.
Thus, the Age of Fire began. But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and Equine sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.
Yes indeed. The Darksign brands the Undead. And in this land, the Undead are corralled and lead to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world. This is your fate.
Only in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day an undead shall be chosen to leave the Undead Asylum, in pilgrimage, to the land of ancient lords, Canterlot.
