[i]Written by DarcySupremest[/i] [i]Cover by Mangticore[/i] There are a lot of legends and myths surrounding the Penumbra Highlands. Ponies have known the towering peaks of these mountains and the myths and legends that wander in them for almost as long as ponies have known Equestria. Since those corrupted hills and unsightly mountains were first discovered they have been feared and closely guarded, the fear of what is said to roam along the cliffs only seeming to be overcome by the hunger of a war machine. Decades of wartime mining and ore refinery polluting the air with toxic hallucinogenic chemicals and smog, here the smog blots out what little sun the wasteland has. There is no light in the highlands, the rolling hills are shrouded in the all encompassing pitch black. Batteries and flashlights are as sought after as clean water and food. To ward off the dark is a symbol of wealth and power. Because behind fog, in the darkness. Anything can roam. And whether what roams in the dark is a reality, or your own mind betraying you is entirely up to chance.