A/N: I wanted to do something like this for a while, but I am currently working on another story at the moment. So here it is! I hope that everyone gives it a chance to grow while i work on this and my other story Dark Space. Please Review and rate.
Writer: Redskin122004
Editor: Journeyman

The night sky looked utterly beautiful, so clear and majestic to the eye. The being slowly shook his head, gripping the object in his satchel as he trekked to the small sleepy town at the base of the hill. His dusty and worn traveling cloak fluttered in the slight wind. Large holes across his broad chest let in the chill, but he did not worry of such a trivial matter. Like the sands of time in an hourglass, he could feel the few precious moments he had left before his own life would be still and silent

“لمعرفة يتم تدميرها من قبل هذا الماضي هو خطيئة ضد كل ما هو جيد.”

He passed homes of the current residents of the land in silence. He was a relic, one of something's greatest achievement in manipulating the human body to a degree that would be beyond recognizable if anyone compared the result to the beginning. He never knew who did this to him or why his abilities did what they did, but that was in the past. He trained alone, away from anything that would be destroyed by him simply being in the room. After centuries of training and praying, he was finally able to control his abilities.

The ability to cause death of any organic matter he touched, short of human and animal life.

He needed to do this. The beings of the world were in dire danger from the beings of the past.

“فقط لفترة أطول قليلا الآن.”

He felt his body shutting down. Soon he would be nothing more than dust, and that was all he truly wanted. He patted his satchel, reassuring himself that his charge was still there and whole.

“يا صديقي، يجب تحذيرهم من خطر قريبا لتمرير.”

As he spoke quietly to the object, he walked up to the strange tree that was home to a small purple unicorn. She would be the key to stop the beings in containment from being unleashed into the world. Her connection to the powerful entity was step one in the plan. He walked up to the small slot with the word 'RETURN LIBRARY BOOKS HERE' printed over it. He removed the satchel, giving it a small smile as he pushed it into the slot.

“وداعا يا صديقي، قد مهمتكم بالنجاح. ”

He felt his body eroding quickly, his dark tan face slowly chipping away before he collapsed onto the ground. A gust of wind flew over the area, pushing the cloak away to show nothing more than a pile of dust that was rapidly disappearing. The door opened with one Twilight Sparkle stepping out with a candle floating next to her head.

“Hello? Anypony out here?” Twilight called out, but saw no pony around. “That is so strange. I know I heard somepony out here.” Twilight closed the door without a word, only to discover that the formerly empty return slot was no longer empty. Picking up the satchel with her magic, Twilight heard the jingling of something in a metallic tin and a large, rectangular object. Undoing the strap, Twilight pulled out the big object, discovering one of her greatest pleasures.

“A book?” Twilight did not recognize the hardcover tome with its blank, green cover. Hoping to discover the previous owner to thank the pony for the generous donation, she discovered the book was blank,save for the first page.

““A Hero is Born”,” Twilight said out loud. She turned the page, but only got a blank page as a result. “What the??? Well, that is a complete waste of a book. There is nothing written here!” Twilight said as she flipped through the pages, but only saw more blank pages.

“What a weird book,” Twilight muttered and gave a small yawn. “Well, I got to finish these equations for Pinkie's little project....*Yawn*...Oh boy, I must have been more tired than I thought. But I should.... I should...really......get....” Twilight head fell on the book, which was strangely softer than it should be, Twilight's drowsy mind thought out loud. Twilight tried to fight off whatever was affecting her, but soon succumbed to sleep. What was left in the satchel was behind her, and in front, the start of a new adventure that would change the face of Equestria forever.

Translation (in order):
To know that all this will be destroyed by the past is a sin against all that is good.
Just a little longer now
My friend, you must warn them of the danger soon to pass.
Farewell my friend, may your mission be a success.

SCP Catalog:
1. SCP-073
Status: Deceased.

1. SCP-1230
   Status: Functional
   Object Class: Safe

Author's Note

Here we go, Revised edition!

Thanks. To those willing to help. Stand by for a message from me. Will work and talk through googledocs, so get ready then!