Ponies asked the great ones of this world this one question a million times through the millennia.

“How does it feel? To be.. well... Immortal?”

Another "Immortal", another answer.

...Princess Celestia replied to hers supposed resistance to the ravages of time indirectly, along the lines of “Everything must come to an end eventually”. Of course, she would be right in that assumption. Everything must and eventually will end. Yet... what if the collapse comes a lot sooner than everyone expected and in a form that they can't understand so easily or come to terms with?

Will they succumb or will they utilize every last resort in order to prevail? What is means to be alive? To be a pony? Battling with unspeakable evil, will you stay true to your convictions, morals and beliefs or will you lower yourself to its level just so you can stay alive?

To what lengths can somepony push themselves in order to survive, no mater the cost?

Most importantly, how to postpone a deadline given to life itself when its greatest architect considers it- a mercy blow.

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The first chapters are undergoing some changes, although only purely cosmetic ones (Cause ima bad writer, duh), nothing story-wise will change. Once I write the whole thing I'll have it edited professionally. Because right now, it's just my dumb ass with the help of grammarly (It's not a sponsored message, I swear).

Cover art provided with permission from amazing
MadHotaru