A young man trapped alone in an alien land with only his wits and his faith as company. Can he keep the darkness growing in the crumbling remains of his former home from causing disaster?
And who the heck decided it would be a good idea to throw in talking, pastel, ponies!?
Dark tag added for later chapters.
Light horror/gore
(This fiction is not an attempt to push any religious beliefs.)
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