The Equestrian Fairytale: Preface and Act 1

Life: A tangible substance we take for granted. We fear the anti-thesis of life, which is death. However, we constantly take the lives of others. Yet in the same time, we're afraid of losing our own lives to the very same beings we kill without a second thought.

My name is Twilight Sparkle. I am the princess of magic.

And I should be dead right now.

I am laying here, in the frozen tundra to the north of the Crystal Kingdom. I am bloodied, beaten. I should've died from what I suffered, but instead I shall die from hypothermia. My minutes are numbered, and my bones are broken. All I can do is stare into the sky and contemplate the feeling of death..

But before I pass on, I must share my story. I must share what has happened to Equestria, in the hopes that somepony will hear this, and someday, long after the ponies of this era are long dead, rebel against the tyrant. The tyrant known as Tirek.

I also wish to not feel guilt. Guilt that I have failed everypony. That I failed my new allies, the ponies I care for...my friends..., my family, the princesses...all the ponies who had to die before this point... The weight of this feeling lies upon my shoulders like a heavy burden, and I wish to relieve myself of the burden of guilt before I pass on into a better world.

I wish to call this story the Equestrian Fairytail, because I know it'll become nothing more than a fable in a thousand years. A fable told to others to keep their spirits up, because I know I am going to exaggerate my death as a sacrifice just for that reason alone. My only wish at this point is to hope somepony, anypony could hear these words, and someday start a rebellion. A rebellion to topple whatever regime Tirek plans for it. A rebellion against the chaos. Against the madness, and suffering and death.

My one regret is that I will never get the chance to say goodbye to my best friends.

Celestia have pity on me this day.