From utter darkness crawls the smell of conversation between two characters. Taste the air and feel the sound, as death looms near. Listen close to the voices in the void. The voice of Mortis carries on for centuries, being death himself he has long since grown tired of seeing pony by pony stop and slumber. Now every waking moment a new soul is stopped by death to receive an offer. Now, today, this very now, Starswirl the Bearded is confronted by Mortis, with that very proposal...

The Queen of darkness knows no bounds; through the rain soaked streets of yesteryear's Manehattan to the catacombs beneath Ponyville Library today, the shadows have been and are still very much alive...

(Relighting the fire. Starting on some major revisions. I am going to finish this story god damnit.)