Shattered

Introduction

“The One who sees evil everywhere surely carries evil inside”

‘If I had to start from somewhere, I should start from the beginning’, eh? Pretty stupid motto. Don’t you think, Princess? Last time I tried to tell my story, people said I was getting all purple and florid. Welp, yes… I may have been a clueless miner, a servant, and many things during the past few years that 'Ah was kinda force’ ta learn an’ dig mah path around'. But don’t worry, after what I’m going to do now, for the sake of all your sorry asses, be assured that nothing matters as less as my story. So let’s get started. I don’t have all day.

Shit happened.

Shit always happens: an unbroken law every tale-teller is bound to follow. Otherwise, why would you even listen?

Shit happened to me. Shit happened to everypony else… to everybody else.

Close your eyes and remember one last time the story, the shit, the blood, the smears, the tears, the anger, the sorrow, and death. I may put the knife on its dusty shelf, but the hooves will remember when another die between them.

Make it count.

Make everything count.

Make everything a blessing.

Make everything a glimpse of joy.

And make that joy yours! And make it go on for the aeons to come, and beyond.

Shattered