In the end, they called me Monster. If only they knew of the danger we had worked so hard to prevent from consuming us. Of the marvel we had foolishly built to protect us — of the Crystal Empire. —S
An alicorn — a creature thought to be myth — is admitted to Whispering Pines General Hospital. The old mare is weak and nears her final breath, but she has one last story to tell...
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Two hours was all it took for Canterlot to fall. Two hours for a new nation to emerge from the ashes: a nation quarantined. Nothing remains but a dark continent of monsters and those left behind that flee the terrors in the night.
Their chariot shined like silver, roared like thunder, and blew fire hotter than dragons' breath. And everypony knew the day had finally arrived. The Goddesses had returned. But everypony had forgotten why the Goddesses had left them...