it is said that inadequacy is the root of all terrible things, and while not always true, can be applied to circumstances as dreadful as these... At her very lowest, dejected and ashamed of her failures, minor as they may be, Twilight let something terrible and beyond her understanding in, all for some vague promises of the very love and adoration she wanted so terribly, all for the low, low cost of just... Letting it in....

Now, Ponyville lies in ruins, the once vibrant settlement now reduced to a ghost town. Homes are left emptied of inhabitants, decrepit and decayed from months of wear and tear with no-pony in sight to do anything about it...

... Though, there is one poor soul still around these parts. Perhaps it was just home-sickness, you can't quite place your hoof on it, but either way, you've come home, for better or for worse. As you tried your best to recover your things, something caught your eye through the window-panes... That shining estate in the distance caught your eye, glimmering with an all too familiar splendor...

... It called to you.

Pushing open the doors to the 'grand hall' that lied ahead, you were met by the cold, dreadful gaze of a both familiar, and wholely unfamiliar face, sat upon a (quite literally) stolen throne.

"Now who dares trespass upon thy grounds..."