Hello prospective reader. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Talshain, loyal servant and soldier to the illustrious Arudon, the forever undying. I have been tasked by my master to ensure that this journal finds its way into good hands, which, I hope, are yours. Within its pages you will find a detailed account of the the years that he describes as the greatest of his life. Which, considering his life-span, is quite the bit of praise.

If you do decide to delve within the contents of this journal, I believe a warning should be given. The contents are not, in the strictest sense, a story. At least, not from a narrative sperpective. It has been compiled to appear as one, but initially it was merely a haphazard conglomeration of vague impressions, descriptive details of very specific topics, and long winded rants about... mostly nothing really.

Working with several of the master's... "friends" (I shudder when I consider the fact that he referred to them as such) I have managed to make some sense of the thing. A certain Ms. Twilight Sparkle was of enormous usefulness in that capacity, and that shall be the only words of praise you shall hear me apply to that smelly equestrian.

My master's mind is a... curious thing to behold, and as such his language will reflect what mood he is in. Thus, his grammar ranges from relatively sophisticated, to the crudest and most base forms of speech I have yet to encounter. Needless to say I have stricken those passages from the record.

So what is the Journal about? Well, it tells the tale of a remarkable creature crashing into an unremarkable world, and discovering something that is truly incomparable. At least, it is to him.

He will undoubtedly have more to say regarding the matter in the preamble of this journal, so I shall leave it to him to explain more. With that, i bid you adieu, and I hope you decide to give my master's words at least a few minutes of your time.