Equestria is long past its golden age, or so some say. Speed is the way life passes, a blur that nopony notices. I never questioned the change of regime, but sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I think, an action seldom permitted. What ever happened to Celestia and Luna? How did we get like this? But I never stopped to notice things, like everyone else. That is, until now.

My name's Twilight Sparkle. I work for the city fire department. I am Immolator 401.

Author's Note:

This is inspired by the novel Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Although the plot does not match word for word so as to avoid obviously copying his work (and squashing my own ideas), the general ideas do carry over. No knowledge of the book is necessary to enjoy the story.