Ancient Discovery's Path to Redemption

by Ancient Discovery

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Sad, Romance, Adventure
Length: 1475

The tale of Ancient Discovery's life, after years of living in the Everfree Forest creating "The Complete History of Equestria." He now must face the past that he has long since ran from.

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The tale of Ancient Discovery is a tale of a dark and painful past mixed with what might appear to be a hopeful future. This is a memoir of his more recent endeavors in Equestria. Sadly one can never truly escape from their past; they ether face it head on or hide in the shadows of sorrow. After wallowing in sorrow himself, Ancient Discovery now attempts to face his past by bring history that has never been seen any ponies in Equestria save for the Princesses. The historical texts he will bring to the outside world will show his errors in judgment, and the chaos of war, while also showing the part he played in it.

Will he be accepted or cast away?
Will he face his demons or allow them to destroy him?

This is Ancient Discovery's Path to Redemption.

This is a story written for Night Scribe Productions

https://www.youtube.com/user/NighScribeProduction

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-04 19:20:04 UTC

Prologue

To whom this may concern,

             If you are reading this then I have either lost hope, or simply wish to share a bit of knowledge I have gained through my existence in Equestria. I wish only to say do not let time halt the pursuit of happiness and friendship. I will forever regret breaking away from the world for my own selfishness. I have lost many things over the years, such as friends, family, and the encounters that could make my life truly whole. All I wish to do is tell you of my story, and hope that you can draw upon that to enlighten, or even give hope to you in some way. With this letter is comes my memoir of my accounts of my more recent years in Equestria, and there will be times when I reflect on events of the past. Well the rest is up to you my friends. Enjoy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Sincerely, Ancient Discovery

The soft sound of chirping echoed in, as the birds began their daily ritual of singing me back to the conscious world which I deeply appreciated, for it is the only interaction with a living being I received. Their happy songs breaking me away from the torturous memories that haunt me in my slumber. I found comfort in my isolation, as I documented the past and its events in great detail; even if nopony ever reads the words I write at least I can find solace in the fact that I did indeed write them to attempt to inspire the world to learn. Living out here in the Everfree has been madding, but has giving me the solitude to produce these texts (also it helped that the old castle had many books to help add to the content). So far I have written three hundred volumes, and I am finally reaching the point to where I have give them to the world. I can’t believe how long it took for me to write them or why I have decide to start writing in this journal, I guess when you are alone you have to find some way to preoccupy your time or else you might lose who you once were. The thought of losing who I was sent a shiver down my spine. I have seen many terrible things, and lost many whom were close to me. The only form of penance I can offer is to hold them in my memory.

My horn light up as the cyan blue aura slowly filled the room. My sourdingings came into focus, as my eyes attempted to adjust to the new found light. The place I called home was in all actuality a cave, with some wood furniture I built to help add a bit of comfort to the isolated environment. Off against the east wall was three book shelves dedicated to the old texts I have found over the years, to the west  only nine feet away was another set of book shelves holding the books I have dedicated my life to writing; with a simple wooden desk located directly next to it with books, and papers thrown about it, to the south was my bed made up of a wood frame and a nice pile of leaves to help give me some comfort as I rested, and due north was a wooden wall that simply protected me from the elements of the Everfree; a wooden door leading to the mouth of the small cavern being the only means to leave. It was a small aboud, but at least it protected me from the elements, the monsters on the other hand not so much.

Stretching I felt my bones crack in delight as my muscles strained against the tension causing a slight euphoric feeling. Gently moving out from my bed my hoofs gingerly met the stony ground with a simple clop. I made my way to my desk the sound of the floor beneath my hoof echoing through the small room. The final copy of my historical documents lay atop the clutter that infested the top of the desk. The title seemed to glow in the cyan light that radiated from my horn as the cover simply read ‘The Complete History of Equestria Volume CCC,’ it’s golden lettering causing a nostalgic feeling to overwhelm my very core. A smile broke across my face looking at the last of my efforts finally complete after the many years, of writing, failing, rewriting, compressing, and rewriting again. I couldn’t tell you how long I have been researching, hunting through the ancient castle, studying, writing, and much more. I think the time has come that I bring these texts to the outside world. After much deliberation over the last few days I decided to bring these books to a town just outside of the Everfree, I believe the town is called Ponyville? Oh well I digress. Today is the day that I will make my way out of the forest to the town and hopefully there is a library willing to take these texts.

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After some time organizing my collection I proceeded to make my way outside. Gripping the door handle in my magic I opened the door quickly being greeted by a gust of cold air. A shiver ran down my spine as I attempted to regain my composure. I hadn't realized fall was already at my doorstep, but alas the life of a hermit tends to make you lose track of seasons.

The early morning sun slowly breaking over the horizon added almost an auburn glow to the surrounding brush. Flaring up my magic I proceeded to deconstruct some trees, a simple task as long as you know how to will the matter to your desired specifications. A reasonable sized stack of lumber began to form next to me, as I made plans in my head on the desired object I wish to form. After deciding on how it looked I began quickly forming a cart. It took just about fifteen seconds to construct. It was simply for what I needed, the wheels being about three feet in diameter a nice bench to sit on and enough space in the back to carry my collection safely. I quickly started loading it up using my magic to glide my collection to fit neatly in the back; their spins facing up showing that they were all in sequential order.

Looking back to my little hovel I smiled remembering that this little shack kept the weather at bay and gave me a relatively comfortable place to sleep over the years. I kind of feel sad to leave it, but I must set off now I feel I have overstayed my welcome in these forests, the manticores will probably be satisfied with my departure at least. Teleporting into my cart I flared up my magic possessing it and riding down the trail I cut down towards Ponyville. I hope they take kindly to strangers. As the cart barreled through the forest I felt the wind flow through my mane; it felt quite brisk and refreshing. Cool weather always suited me better; heat tended to make my brain overheat. The Everfree was teaming with life as always; critters running by as I made my way towards town. I even saw a few manticores glaring at me as I made my way. They have been holding a grudge on me for years now, even though it was their faults for attempting to do bodily harm upon me. You burn a few of their manes and they hate you forever.

The leaves around be showed signs of fall as they all began to turn orange, and dance about in a very enchanting manner as if some genius orchestrated a symphony to go along with the choreography. Nature can be such and beautiful thing, it always had a way of warming up my heart and soul. The surrounding brush began to thin as I neared the edge of the forest. I have this sense that a new chapter of my life is about to begin and it’s just at the end of this brush line. Fifteen minutes passed as I broke through the foliage, into an open field. It was a mesmerizing view seeing the open field and just a few meters away a little town that was vibrant in wondrous colors almost as if it was inviting travelers to come on by and say hello. I really hope this town has a library I’m not in the mood to travel village to village (which I will if I must.) I have faith that wherever they go they will be treated right and with respect. I truly hate when a good book is tossed aside it’s just rude to the writer and the book itself.