Who am I?

From high on my perch I watch the Sun Goddess's daughter rule over her kingdom, and I watch the Moon God's daughter fight for a place beside her. Celestia is the spitting image of her proud, dignified mother, and Luna the spitting image of her galliant father. With a tiredly amused grin I suppose the phrase 'the apple never falls far from the tree' applies here, as the same rules that were in place in my era are still around in this one: If you do not follow under the rules the alicorns have set for you, you are either reformed, banished, or killed.

Yet...I do not see such a blind ignorance that I saw in their parents. The sisters are...more open minded. They do not just see the dark. They see the light in ponies as well. I suppose that would come with age... After all, their parents only lived to the reign of Discord, which made them around five hundred years of age when they were killed, and the eldest here is 1,043. I have watch them succeed and struggle through all their time, listening and watching as my mind expands with no set limit.

The exact number of years I have sat and watched is uncountable, yet I assume it is somewhere around 5,000.

Why have I been able to observe this long, you ask? Well, the answer is simple. I'm dead. Their parents murdered me.

It has been so long that I have forgotten their names, but I could never forget their faces, as they always stare back at me when I watch their children. I still remember my own name, Riddle. My name is Riddle. That is the only peice of information that has kept me sane all these years. I used to hold such bitter resentment towards them, but now... Now I can only feel emptiness.

Being hollow hurts...it BURNS my core, sinking my spirits lower and lower... Yet I know that nothing will ever fill the hole that used to hold my heart, and I have come to accept it. Only until recently, since I started feeling this way, did I remember why they murdered me....