My name is Chronicle. I have been a scribe, an assistant, and a confidant to the Princess; but now I am going blind. The lights in my eyes are slowly fading and I know that my days are coming to an end. As I stare down the darkening tunnel of my future I cannot help but think about the past. I am left with a sense of insignificance. It is not that I regret my life or the choices I have made, but as I look back I am left to wonder at what I leave behind. I am survived by no pony, I have no sisters or brothers, I never married, and children were never even a thought. I leave nothing behind me save for my work; notes, documents, and records compiled and stored surrounded by thousands of others in a vault beneath the castle. Would I even be remembered? So here I sit my final days stretched out before me and all I have to leave is, my life, compressed to the ink stains on so many pages.
(All comments welcome!)
Special thanks to my Editor Inkiepie