In the Eyes of the Gods

It would appear as though I have been manipulated into writing a foreword of my own by my sister. I see this as a rather pointless endeavour as my entire experience with this autobiographical debacle can be summarised with just four words:

I am the night.

If you, reader, are ever left questioning my motives or my methods I advise you to remember that statement as it very much forms the basis for my entire behavioural structure. And yes, I am well aware of the pathetic pun my statement invokes. The intentions for my statement could, however, only be expressed by those particular four words. The unfortunate by-product of this should intends no humour.

In all likelihood, you are probably frowning intently at your page, resolute in your conviction that I have entirely missed the point of a "foreword". Which, I am well aware, is to describe my feelings towards this anthology and my purposes for writing it.

The reason as to why that criticism invalidates itself by the mere merit of its utterance will most likely occur to you sometime in the next few days.

The Venerable High Alicorn Princess Luna