To Alex,
Is it not possible for one to be so alive at a time that is now? Can you not see what has been gifted to you? You have been gifted the most important thing somebody can get! Of course it may seem a tad bit arguable to you, but I feel as if it is a gift! A gift that I… Unfortunately… Cannot receive in these troubling times. As you may have noticed; the virologists are worried about the outbreak of a certain virus in Russia. It is spreading quite rapidly with millions already affected in a month! I wish you well, and good luck at your new place of work! I certainly wish I could be promoted to the head of the Astronomy department. Fair thee well dear friend!

…"Gone, but for how long...?"...

Dear Alex,
There is talk of the virus in the United States my dear friend. I noticed that you have not replied to my last letter, but it is alright. There is an odd phenomena occurring inside of our solar system! It is troubling to witness Jupiter’s moons fall into the cloudy haze of the gas giant. We know not the reason, or the why for that matter. In other news, the virus is being reported to have odd effects in ninety eight percent of cases. Hair… Or perhaps fur of odd coloration sprouts about the body. The other two percent of cases renders the afflicted… Well… Dead. It is sad, yes, but I show great interest in this phenomena, as it the only piece of news that is not about talk of war… Anyways, I must go. Talk to you soon, Alex!

…"One thousand years, Celestia..."...

Alex,
We… I wish you would correspond with me. I wish to apologize if I have been bothering you as of late. Jupiter is acting strange. Clouds of matter bursting forth at random intervals over the course of the months since we last talked. Perhaps the letters we send truly do not matter to you? Mayhaps you return one of the letters so that I know you are okay. They have stopped reporting the virus, much like the Ebola virus all those years ago. Except that this… ‘Discordia’... As they now call it… Discordia is still about. I suspect that the sightings of strange, oddly coloured horses may have something to do with it. Wishing you well, yours truly… I miss you.

… “You have no idea how much I cared…” …

Dear Alex,
I understand now. I’m sorry Alex. I thought that you may have sent a letter by now. Perhaps even an email, though I know how opposed you are to such things. You always were the vintage type, no? It has been four months since my last letter. Those creatures prefer to be called ponies… Apparently...They are commonplace now. I suspect that they have existed since the viruses coming a year ago. We are… I’m the head of the Astronomy department now. Doctor Swirl has chosen to take leave due to the virus. I do not wish to contract Discordia. Though I suspect you might have already become affected. I still care for you, pony or not, remember that you are my dearest friend.

…”We were together in the end…"...

Alex,
Doctor Swirl now prefers to be referred to as Star Swirl. An odd name for a man, or perhaps stallion, like him. He is still interested in the celestial bodies and how they work, but I have heard that Star Swirl is studying magic. Magic, my friend! It is odd, no? A certain race of ponies, including Star Swirl, can use the horns on their heads to practice this new field of study. I watched as he dazzled many minds of the student body at a recent assembly. He formed a seemingly holographic picture of our solar system the size of the auditorium! It was amazing! I wish you could have been there to see it... I still miss you... Until next time.

..."Your student, Twilight Sparkle, we thank her for lifting our previous transgressions..."...

My Friend,
Too long has it been. The sun does not follow its’ normal orbital pattern. The orb of night remains in its’ free-fall around earth. Do not fret, everything appears to be fine. The ponies who dub themselves as ‘Unicorns’ now jump start the sun’s setting and rising. Most of the university staff and students are now ponies. Another odd phenomena about Discordia is that the afflicted do not mind the physical change in their bodies. It is odd, but they seem happier. War is declining. The Middle East is settling down, but the men and women stationed in the International Space Station have reported odd weather patterns in the Antarctic region of the Earth. I’m sure it is nothing. Wishing you luck in this tough world, Alex.

…”I’m so sorry Luna…” ...

To Alex,
Am I all that remains? No. The President of Russia and America are the only two leaders that are not afflicted by now. I suspect they are immune. From this humble observatory that the university has solemnly gifted to me, I watch as borders crumble. I’m sure you have heard the talk of other creatures emerging out of the woodwork. Birds of prey that were once mere animals now prefer the term ‘Griffon’. Livestock that were once cows are now calling themselves ‘Minotaurs’. The virus is obviously cross species. I suppose I should be happy. I only correspond via letters now. The Digital Age has begun to crumble, hooves and telekinesis cannot operate computers and circuits. The observatory, whom I like to call ‘The Castle’ rests in the rocky mountains. I hope you’ll visit one day… Are you still alive? We… No, I hope so.

…”We forgive thee, dear sister...”...

To Luna,
This is a letter to myself. Although it may not make sense to you… It makes sense to me right now. Discordia had some unfortunate effects on the population that goes well beyond the change in physical appearance. These former men and women are slowly but surely losing memory of Humanity as a whole. Delusions are formed in their minds. They believe that the human race has never existed. I observe and watch as the world crumbles around me. The three races of ponies have now congregated and formed their own country ruled by a pony called Celestia. You will know her of course. I have discovered that I have the virus, hence the reason I write this letter. It will be a shame to leave this world behind, but I shall lock myself in The Castle for the time being. Goodbye, Doctor Lune.

..."We will forever rule in peace..."...

"Celestia? Twilight Sparkle?" Princess Luna backed away from her desk in a frightened manner. "No... This cannot be true... We cannot be of the fabled species! A virus..." Princess Luna felt a headache coming on. She trotted back up to her desk and re-read the letters over and over again. "But if I... Sent these letters to this 'Alex', then how were they kept in the possession of our dear sister?" Luna lifted a hoof up to her chin in thought. her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise. The Princess of the Night dashed out her office doors while crying out Celestia's name.

..."I certainly hope so, Luna..."...

Author's Note

Something I came up with.