Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. Expect mild gore and violence. This is a bloodborne-mlp mashup afterall.
 
Note: Original was written in >greentext, but it was decided that following chaoters should e written in prose.
 
Prologue:
 
> Once upon a time in the magical land of equestria,
> The sun stood radiant during the day, under the watchful eye of the majestic Princess Celestia.
> The moon watched in the night, heralded by the might of the noble Princess Luna.
> Ponies played during the day and slept peacefully during the night under the watchful eye of their guardians.
> and it was a fucking pipe dream. It's a shame really, I haven't seen a day like that since everything went to hell.
> No, not Tartarus. It was worse, much worse. The only word that can even come close to describing it is H E double-hockey sticks HELL.
 
> They say I was borne into this world the day it happened. The day the magical land of equestria turned into a living nightmare.
> Creatures from beyond the Everdark emerged, beasts unbridled by sentience or conscience, with only a lust for Equine blood.
> They slaughtered us by the millions, rivers of blood stretched towards the horizons, and towers of bones streched towards the sky.
> They hunted the impure like we were beasts. Stallions unfaithful to their mares, gluttonous buisiness owners, everyone impure of heart was slaughtered that day.
> The beasts rushed across the land like a cleansing flood, and only the pure survived.
> The Pegasi fled to their skies, thinking they would be safe in their fortress of clouds.
> Their cowardice only sealed their fate.
> When night fell, the swarm was unleashed, and the cowards were torn apart like flies.
> And so for a fortnite it was such: beasts in the day, and the hollowed swarm in the night.
> Cleansing the land like it was their sacred duty.
> Or perhaps like it was a feast.
> The Princesses never came for us, and neither did our "heroines".
> Well, except for one.
> My sister.
 
> They called me Honeycrisp, and I was the newest addition to the Apple family. Although most call me Dust nowadays.
> I was borne an Earth Pony, just like the rest of them. I was to grow up tending the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres, when I wasn't attending school downtown Ponyville of course. I was to grow big and strong, and maybe even someday take over the farm for myself.
> Well, that was what I was told would have happened.
> Instead, well, I was never told what actually happened.
> I only remember flashes, like lightning piercing through a storm.
> I remember my family, standing strong together to face the onslaught. Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith in the living room of the house, with me in Applebloom's arms upstairs.
> Applejack looked ragged and worn, like she hadn't slept for days without nightmares.
> They all did.
> Applejack had told Applebloom to be quiet and stay upstairs no matter what happened, to keep me safe.
> and then they came.
> I saw beasts that no pony should ever see
> the kind of beasts that hide in the closet
> and under the bed
> except they had teeth
> and claws
> and if mommy didn't come soon, she'd find nothing but a puddle of blood on the bed in the morning.
 
> Applejack fought valiently,
> they all did,
> but it wasn't enough.
> I remember Granny falling into a pool of her own blood, her throat a gaping maw.
> Big Mac stumbled, and they pounced, tearing him to shreds.
> Applejack's cries of anger only made them hungrier.
> Something in her snapped as she launched herself into the beasts
> She twisted and bucked as they tried to encircle her, but it only meant getting within reach of her hooves.
> Something shone from within her as she gave everything to destroy the monsters that had slaughtered her family.
> Iridescent energy ran along her hooves and propelled them into the monsters with even greater force.
> They fled from the dazzling array into Ponyville proper.
> Applejack fell.
> She didn't get back up.
> Applebloom rushed downstairs, me still in her arms, but it was too late for her sister.
> She didn't even get to say goodbye.
> The orange sheen faded from Applejack's corpse, and concentrated in the gemstone she was wearing, an orange crystal in the shape of an apple.
> My only living big sister cried into her sister's fur, but no amount of mourning was going to bring them back.
> She reached for the gemstone, tears rolling down her cheeks, and pulled it off the necklace holding it in place.
> She gave it to me to hold, set me down, and started gathering the remains.
> She gathered every scrap of fur, every shard of bone, every last piece she could find.
> She buried them outside, underneath the apple trees, like they would have wanted.
> She picked me up in her arms and told me to keep Applejack's crystal safe.
> I've never let go of it since that day.
> That fateful day, on my very first birthday, when everything became a living nightmare.