The world was a very different place before the sisters were born. The utopia they created was non existent and the things we take for granted now were luxuries to all but the rich. In some ways I consider myself gifted to have lived so long and see all this because it's how I learned that there is always hope for things to get better even in the darkest days of Eques.

That said I've left many I've loved behind and seen much pain along the way. Is it worth it? I would say so. As to my age even Celestia is young to me but I digress. Even a Phoenix can only live so long and I'm reaching my twilight years. I think it's time that this story is told because if it isn't the sacrifices of those from that time I held dear will be forgotten and I would be remiss to see that happen.

-Philomena the Phoenix-

Dear reader. Please do bare with me on this fic. Following the plan this story will be at least 100,000 plus words so yes I'm in for the long haul. The story itself is essentially a giant head cannon of the world from before the very first Hearthswarmming eve something I've not seen done before. All I ask is that if you don't like it remember it's not finished and also say why. I can't get better without your help! :twilightsmile:

Shout out to co-lab partners sevenofeleven and Sir JbJonesV Who have done a great job helping with everything from moral to ideas that have made this story possible! :pinkiehappy: