Resting beneath a healthy young oak tree, isolated within a great field on a hill, a god contemplates the memories of his past, present and his thoughts on the future. His spirit is ancient, yet his body seems young. In the form he was born in all those eons ago, he rests beneath the tree without a care in the world. But with a task forming within his mind, he sets off on a journey to return a crown to the nation's ruler. But he investigates the nearby town first before ascending up the mountain to Canterlot. There, he finds the town frozen in time with nought but clues as to who he finds ancient and long since dead.

*Cover Art and MLP:FiM are products of their respective owners and are not property of me. Based on the belief that we all become gods once we die, and this belief is displayed in my first ever fic too.*