When you glance behind yourself, what do you see? A shadow. It's always there, isn't it? Even when the candle light is extinguished, it only joins with the rest of the darkness until you summon it back. But this does not only apply to you. Not at all. Everything has a shadow. The living and the dead. Even when the animate become inanimate, their shadow keeps moving. A shadow never dies. It never goes away. You can either live with your shadow, or live in fear of it.
Equestria chose to fear their shadow. Not the creatures that live in Equestria... But Equestria itself. It denies its shadow. Denies how it rives and breathes... How it lives like any shadow. The land itself fears the shadow it casts. The ones who live in Equestria call this shadow "a distant land"; something beyond a veil. Untouchable and under order not to be touched at the same time. Nothing enters into this "distant land", for no one wishes to enter a shadow. Would you enter a decaying city if you had the chance? A decay that would pick you apart just as much as it does the land? No. You're smart. No one would ever willingly endanger themselves for nothing.
That is what Equestria wishes for them all. Ignorance and bliss. How tragic it would be should you wander into the shadowed land. Wither away... Turn to nothing... Become like the shadows... But what are we without out shadows? Hunks of life blotting out the sun? Who's to say? But the land thinks itself able to distinguish an answer... So it grants us its result. A life away from the "distant land"; though how distant it is remains unanswered.
Does the vulture not encircle where it may better find food once a carcass has been picked clean? It does indeed... So too do the withered bodies of creatures hungry for life once the land stops providing sustenance. Which is what they did... They -the strong- were sent out from the shadows to procure life for us. Not fruits; they grew well from the vines. Not carrion; those of us who ate it found plenty off the passing. Not water; the rain that always fell gave us more then we needed. What we needed... What we hungered for... Was magic. The ichor of life.
From the shadows they departed... Yet when time came for their return, only the youngest returned. A traitor... Both of them. Unable to bring back life... Unable to ignore the allure of hope. Tirek stayed... Scorpin returned... One found safety facing the light... The other slinked back into the shadows... Traitors... The lot of them.
Our world dies. The shadows suffer. Because we are unfit for the world facing the light... Equestria damns us... Damns us to our kingdom of shadows. To "a distant land". To Tambelon...
But... I came... And they would not deny me. They all heard me when I commanded an army. When I marched on their Equestria and took what the shadows needed. Life... Existence... Equality.
So, I ask you... What do you see behind you? A shadow.
They never expect a shadow...
The bell I wear around my neck sounds with the thousands of lives at my command. They called me many names... But Necromancer was the most biting. The dead did not stir for me... I allowed the voiceless to be heard. And they were loud... Loud enough to blot out two empires.
From shadows he came. A distant land that only one of us knew of. One who was no longer standing with us by my own err. In that mistake, I condemned us all. If they had stood beside us, perhaps then...
The one who decimated us... Who took the empire away... His name was...
Raise ye now, o humble stock,
I need you now, swarm and flock.
To my voice you shall come to hear.
From my call, you shall appear.
Out from Tartarus, I dismiss your posts.
Enter hear, in these solid hosts!
Life and hope will fall with the skies...
Hear me now! The earth shall rise!
Grogar.