The Timeless Chronicle

As everything comes together again I recognize a very familiar face. One that I have died for. In front of me is Princess Celestia. She is looking directly into my eyes, and slowly a tear forms in her eye. does she see me?

"Princess, can you see me?"

She extends her hoof towards me, and I reply with the same. Our hooves touch. Except they don't. Her foreleg passes through mine and I feel a wave cold flowing though my body, as she pierces me through my heart. I see her turn her hoof, and hear a click. She walks through me, and I turn away from the bright room filled with ponies, to go after her. She exits through a door.

On the other side I see her pulling a little lever and suddenly the dark hall is fully illuminated with magic lights. However I cannot feel any magic.

She walks halfway through the corridor, when a door pops open, and a green unicorn mare pops out. She is looking at some kind of image showing device with half of it being covered in buttons and hasn't noticed the Princess yet. Celestia however has been startled by the sudden appearance of another and tries to gather as little attention as possible. The white-maned mare walks on oblivious to the royalty just a few steps away.

Princess Celestia sighs relieved and continues the walk down the corridor. The mare a few paces away suddenly jumps  up, as if cold water has been spilled down her neck. She folds the machine in two, and looks back, seeing the Princess. She runs up to her, tucking the device in her bag.

"Already leaving the gathering, Princess?" She levitates another flat device, this time without any buttons. "Have you managed to talk to D&R?"

Princess Celestia sighs, not really having wanted to be stopped, and replies, "The talk is not over yet, Greenfall," — She is tapping her hoof impatiently on the floor. — "but Luna has generously offered to continue them instead of me."

Greenfall looks over her device, and then checks something on it. Over her shoulder I see a calendar appearing on the screen.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, Princess," she says backing off. "It's time for your monthly visit, isn't it?"

The Princess just nods. Greenfall turns around and starts going towards the meeting.

"Wait!" Celestia says, "Would you like to accompany me?" She looks tired, worn out, and I can nearly tell her age right now. Her eyes are calm, but in the sense the eye of a hurricane is calm.

Greenfall stops in her tracks and slowly turns around. Seeing a royal in front of herself, on the verge of breaking, she replies, "With pleasure."

They continue down the hall in silence, the tired-out Princess and the compassionate green-coated, white-maned unicorn.

I follow them, and realize I back in the Palace, where I began. Although, the decoration seems drastically different, the walls and floors renovated, and in places substituted by tiles. I'm not when I started. From the devices and the style, which I don't recall from any of my reads on architecture, I'd say I'm in the future.

This means I'm dead already, it dawns upon me. For the second time, I think of the consequences of what this means. I cannot interact with this world in any way. Nothing will change because of me. I will effect nothing.

And the castle, in midst of it's transformation. It is being renovated. Soon all of its old beauty will be lost under new one. Has this happened to me too. For certain buildings hold longer than ponies. I will accomplish nothing, and nothing I have accomplished is of any matter anymore. I am forgot.

Princess Celestia, my mentor. She is shaken by a great tragedy. Was it a war? Maybe some illness. A great villainy having a deep effect on her little ponies. What is one little pony in the face of the misery of thousands.

The pair has stepped into a corridor I recognize. One more bend and the door to my old room will be visible. They make the turn and slow down. As I follow them, I see they have stopped in front of my room. What monthly business could Princess Celestia have in my old room?

As I curiously peek at the slowly opening door, lights begin to flicker in front of me. No! I'm not done here yet. Apparently this part has finished, and I am to move to the next one. Before I can grasp what is inside the room, the lights move.