The Timeless Chronicle

It is said that at the end of our lives we see our life flash before our eyes. This is true, only the flash being a bit longer, and generally called "living". However if considered from the other side, it is only partially true. Just after the moment of one's death they see life, in flashes. Not always theirs, not always in the right sequence, only fragments of memories, but through them, the clever ones gain insight into the past present and future. Through them, poor souls achieve their longed for peace. Now, it's my turn.

I have just killed myself, or rather sacrificed for the greater good. I knew something was going to happen, I felt it, and I was right. I saved my mentor's life. Everything is fuzzy black now, but I know I'm dead. I felt the magic flow through my body, forcing itself through every vein, every muscle and every hair in my body. It was excruciatingly painful, but now the pain was gone. Every feeling is gone. Just fuzzy blackness.

A light starts flickering in front of me. I'm not sure what it was, but it is joined by another, and then another again. Before me a visage starts appearing, light by light. It's the Throne Room, and there is everybody there. Princess Celestia, Spike and my friends. It was just to be a rehearsal. I had everything planned out. It did not work out as I thought it would.

I realize something peculiar. Nothing is moving. I'm new to this death thing, but it's concerning. I see myself, seeming to start to collapse behind Celestia, but unmoved in this reality. Wait! Something is happening. I'm recovering. The visage of a broken Twilight is regressing, and the deadly bolt runs once again through my past body, this time outwards. My body starts moving again. It is not that I'm not curious about this state, but I welcome the feeling of reanimation.

I would at least. The feeling is not coming, but my body seems fully functional, albeit somewhat floating over the ground. A bit of temporal problems for sure. The bolt of purple magic has fully escaped my body, but is traveling in a inconceivable direction, if it's shape is taken into account. It shows all signs of traveling towards my body, except for the obvious, the motion itself.

It hits me now. The floating body, slowly descending to the ground, the bolt's traveling direction and, as I turn around and look into the room, everyone's trotting motions. Everything makes sense now. Time is traveling backwards. Or I am traveling backwards in time.

I hear a weird sound. Oh, it's just the thump of me pushing against the ground to jump into the bolts path. But this should not have happened yet. Not with this slowness everything is moving at...

Things are accelerating. I see myself running past me, backwards, at normal speed, I see the bolt disappearing into thin air. I can see the group of us, prancing by, at speeds leaving Pinkie Pie and Rainbow in the dust. Everything becomes just a blur.

A light goes off. Then another. And yet another. I'm returning to my former state. I see something else that darkness behind the current lights. Another scene.

I have nothing better to do. I watch.