The Timeless Chronicle

Darkness. I see nothing. There seems to be nothing. Is this the end? If so, then what was the point to it all? To find out that Celestia might have been more evil then I thought. Or at least some past version of her. And why have I jumped in front of her then? Was it all to show me my life meaningless? Then why bother at all.

The assumption that all this is meaningless is probable, but does not bring any goal, any logical steps into the field. If everything is meaningless, I might as well try acting as if it was meaningful, or at least search for meaning. All I can do is two things, observe and think, but one of them was taken away from me right now. I'm left with analyzing.

If what was shown to me up until now was meaningful, what did it tell me? There is Clover, in whom I can see parallels with my life. She is curious and talented, albeit may not have one of the characteristics I have been fighting with for quite some time. Scrutiny for every single detail. I would have rather died than disappointed my mentor. Tardy. A word filled with fear.

Then there's Sky, the lesson of which I have not yet quite grasped. She too is curious, but rather looking for the acceptance of the society, not the facts themselves. However, she is determined in what she does, which I respect in her. Going with things from the beginning through to the end. She did not plan it out fully though, and her observations were poor, she is a tad ditzy. She also seemed satisfied with just what she had seen, not really digging deeper. The more I think of it, the more Sky doesn't seem to fit into the rest. She's not like them. Like me.

The Mistress. I shudder for a second. She has her methods, which I dislike. But in general, the power she wields and the finesse she has, standing against the Princess. Extraordinary. And the assassination. She had somehow gotten into the room hours beforehand, and crafted as powerful a hex as the one that confined the Goddess of the Sun. She was clearly a learner, and had she not taken such focus on freeing the ponies, would she have bloomed into a masterful caster. Well, at least if she had access to a source of knowledge. Which was what she was fighting for. I don't know what I would do if access to information was taken from me. I don't want to think about it.

And Greenfall. Close to the Princess. I'm not sure what the timing is, but I feel a little jealous. While I'm remembered, I am replaced already. The next shining star of our group. She is stepping on my heels, and still has a life in front of her. She is to accomplish so much. And I am here, dead, looking from afar. I'm starting to regret going down this train of thought.

I see a light. Is this it? A light at the end of the tunnel. I don't want it to end this way. I don't want it to end at all, not until I have answers. Some answers. Something to ease my mind. The light keeps growing closer. Bigger. I see something in the light. A shape. Words.

'The End.'

Ha ha. This isn't funny. Someone has a very skewed sense of humor here. I am closing the end. It's growing and growing, until it encompasses my whole view. And still growing.

It feels as if I was being pulled. Pulled into a place where I belong. I feel very outside now. I'm slowly being pulled into the ever-growing dot. Then there is blackness again. I'm inside.

Over me single dots of light start appearing. Faint and I nearly miss them, but they are there. Bright dots in the dark sky. By their movement I can see that it's still expanding. But what is "It"?

I'm startled out of my thoughts when a giant boulder passes through me. I'm still not used to the feeling, and look around disoriented. I look around me, and facehoof. I believe I know where I am. Space.

The Ursa Major is over there, beneath me, and I see Orion to my right. There's Cancer. And Sagittarius. And judging by their positions, I shouldn't be far away from—

I see it Earth. Our planet. Earth. I always wondered about the name. Why not something else? Something beautiful. Something without a meaning, so that it would only be the name of our planet. Something unique, as our planet is. But Earth.

It's spinning, and it's doing so at a ridiculous rate. I'm not sure if I get this right, but I decide for it to stop. The sky starts turning around me. It works. The mind is all about the perspective. I'm standing still from Earth's perspective.

I see Equestria. It's changing. The continents in general are moving. Reforming, hitting each other. I realize the day night cycle. It's moving in the wrong direction. From West to East. It's this again, but worse. I'm going backwards in time, at a lunatic-crash-racer rate. Clouds obscure the view of the land, and then the ocean. Then they get sucked up again, by some mountains. Volcanoes. The Earth starts faintly glowing. Heating. Red. Then it starts crumbling. The moon falls into it, and asteroid escaping. It dissolves before my eyes. I begin backing away.

All of existence is starting to disappear in front of me, and I can't feel anything. There is nothing I can do, and this in particular has already happened. It's the past. One cannot change the past. I see stars dying and exploding, reforming and dying. And I see everything shrink. Everything is getting further away. It is as if the universe was sensing my lack of feelings towards it, and is trying to escape me, isolate itself. Every star and planet is condensed into one point. One light.

The light flickers.