Prolouge

    I don't know who or what I am. I've had many faces, names, even my gender and species has changed. I have changed so many times that I can't remember who I originally was. I don't even know how old I am, over 200,000 years I'm sure, maybe more. I've been many different species, from your average dog and cat to your mythological animals like dragons and unicorns, heck I've even been dinosaurs. You name it I've probably been it, or will be it soon. One other thing I have no control over is me changing, either when or what. Let's just say I've almost been burnt at the stake for witchery and hunted down, so glad I changed into a bird that one time and was able to fly away.

    I've seen this world changed. I remember when humans were dominant on this planet. They all but died out except this one group which lives in this stronghold extremely deep underground. Serves them right for that whole nuclear fallout and almost destroying the world. I've seen many a species take over dominance after the radiation died out, surprisingly I managed to change into a cockroach at that time so I survived that whole ordeal. I think the first other living, sentient, being I saw was a white horse. She was a beautiful mare. So full of life and happiness. Of course those where not the original thoughts in my head at the time. When you make assumptions, it really makes you look like an ass. Like literally I changed into a freaken donkey when I saw her. As soon as she saw me transform she looked shocked, said "This can't be," In a comprehend-able language, then ran off. Imagine being alone for about a thousand or so years and the first thing you meet instantly runs away from you. It sucks, really it does.

    After that awful meeting, I just waited and watched the world around me form. Species that was previously legends and myths, were now breathing sentient beings. They started to grow and form colonies, tribes, packs. After a couple hundred years, small towns and civilizations formed. Cities and countries were next. Then whole continents were colonized. One thing I did notice though was that white horse never did die, she actually looked like she never aged. I saw her another time with wings and a horn, and I am certain that this mare is the same one. I've been keeping an eye on her. She had found another like her that she claimed was her sister, even though her parents died centuries ago. Oh well, not really my place, so I'll leave well enough alone.

    After a few more hundred years, yes I was still stalking the two sisters and you heard me right stalking, I noticed that they had found another horse with wings and a horn, and had a small group of ponies with them following them and treating them as their gods. I sighed on the inside. But I can't really blame them can I, after all when you meet someone who has been around as long as they have, have wings and a horn, when they have nothing, you kind of start to wonder. Well enough of that the real interesting thing I saw was this other guy who came out of nowhere, boy was he a loud mouth. He looked like a mash of all these different parts, limbs, horns, tail, basically the only thing about this guy that was 'normal' was his eyes and that is because they were the same color of red. He was a draconequus, well basically this guy claimed to be the god of chaos and disharmony. Well the four of them had a huge fight to start off with and it lasted almost a half a century before he finally won.

    His reign was short lived, not some three hundred years or so later, the three horses got a brilliant idea and decided that one of them had to turn their magic into pure form, which meant killing themselves. Well they did it, somewhat. Instead Discord, I think that's what they called him, caught a whiff of their plans and tried to stop them. It didn't work though, but he did manage to change the outcome of the magic they were using. Instead of that one horse turning to pure magic and destroying Discord, she instead turned her body into an exoskeleton of void emotions and the pure harmonious emotions that use to fill her became stones of each one, six if I'm not mistaken. They later were known as the elements of harmony. But that is not all, in that initial blast a couple other things happened. One, discord turned into a statue, and two, the blast wave extended far enough that it hit a few colonies of ponies that transformed them into pegasi, and unicorns.

    The one mare who was now void of emotions ran away, scared of what the other two would think of her. She hid in a dark cavern and suffered the effects of that blast, she will be known as Chrysalis, "The Queen of The Changelings." I really do feel sad about that. I would go talk to her and try to make her feel better, but at the time I did not realize that she was able to change her shape, and how horrifying that must have been for her. But I was a prick and assumed that she would get over it and go back to her friends, which unlike me she had. No, instead I just hid in the background, which I've grown so accustomed to over the years, and watched as history fell before my eyes.

    After that time just seemed to speed up, as I watched in the shadows. The world aged another six hundred years or so before something else notable happened. The sister of the white horse, Luna if I'm not mistaken, was consumed with hatred and jealousy as she was given the opportunities to watch over the night, which by the way would have been awesome. Just sitting there being able to access anyone's dreams and such. She has it easy, but she went too far and let her emotions get the better of her and tried to consume the world into an everlasting night. Her 'sister', Celestia, came in to save the day with those stones, known as the Elements of Harmony, and banished her sister to the moon, for about a thousand years or so.

    While all this was happening, I was making a wonderful forest, planting all the trees myself. I had it growing around the outside of their castle that they managed to make, actually impressive to be honest. but when Luna turned evil her distraught magic turned my once beautiful forest into a living nightmare. Well I've been here trying to purify this forest ever since. I haven't left in the last thousand years or so, so I have no idea what is happening.

    I would explain in greater details on what all I've seen, but I've seen so much and lived for so long that most of those memories are a blur. Also I wasn't directly involved with anything so I just watched, and observed. All I'm trying to do now is purify this forest, in hopes that I can get it to its former glory. Well that was my goal up until one particular moment. But I can't just spoil this story by shortening it. No, I must tell it in whole.  Well where to start?......