“This is a story about war and rebirth. About spirits and magic. About heroic deeds, love and loss. This is the story of my kingdom.” -Princess Nidus Lascivus of the Thestral Kingdom, 382 A.C.

Within this ancient and weathered tomb, the last of its kind, are the only accurate and unabridged accounts of the Thestral Kingdom as it was over seven hundred years ago. Even with the preservation magic of the Royal Archives in Canterlot, the tattered cover was rife with cracks and the pages were frail, yellowed with age. Embossed on the cover was a worn crescent moon half obscured by a cloud.

Opening the book, there was a letter contained within, carefully folded and crinkled from the ravages of time. “This is my personal journal. If you are reading it, then I am probably long dead. It is all true, the good and the bad. Judge me as you will, for I stand by my actions.” The signature was a stylized N and S woven together, eloquently written in red ink and considerably faded.

Flipping to the next page, there was a newer piece of paper. “I have included a few notes to provide context.” The short letter was stamped with a stylized L over a Moon.