The Past and The Present.
A long time ago, in the land of Equestria...
...where the magic of friendship had been the answer to every suffering. There came an era when the ideals of friendship gave way to greed, to selfishness, paranoia and jealousy. The need of supplies and natural resources, in which had begun a war. Peace became a distant memory. All ponies had took up in arms against each other. The ending of our world came sooner than we predicted. Our home, plunged into the void of dark magic and balefire. My great grandfather, serving within the Celestial Army, had wondered when was it that he would return home, to his wife and to the foal he hadn't seen.
But as hopeless as it would have been, it was just a new chapter into our long history. The generation of my family was spared from death, thankfully. Vaults, or as others may say "Stables". Underground like bunkers, shelters, for those who wished to escape from the dark world above. Many have been lost, and a few have been saved. But we populated, we grew, yet we have never forgotten those who died for us. And my great grandfather, lost in the storms of blood and ash. He sacrificed himself, for our future.
Greatest hero, one would say. Being my mother, his descendant. She named me after him, of how my appearance was similar to his. I look to him, the one I live up to. To carry his name.
My name is CenturyNote, and this is my story.
The Dream, the City, and the Air Ship
The Flame of The Skies
Chapter one.
I'm running, through the fog of a dense forest. Where was it I was running towards? I don't have the slightest clue, yet what I hear, and what I see keeps me going. Ash. Flakes of ash and fire fall from the skies. From the trail of a falling flame. It's heat burns the dampness of the woods. Burning me in the chase. Yet I don't stop, for what follows me behind. Is my purpose of running. Shadows.
Shadows in the shape of figures, of my kind and others. With voices I don't and do recognize. But it's not only them. As I continue my pace, the forest around me changes. The skies, the trees, the very ground I run upon. The atmosphere itself takes form.
From damp misted dirt, to dusted stone. From a canopy of branches, to ruined buildings. And the clears skies, to dark clouds. I feel the weight of my body double. The feeling, of something lying upon my back. I turn my head, to see a shadow, the shape of a pony. It holds onto me tightly, and looks to me scared. Its eyes, white. I became all the more terrified as it spoke. Its voice like static of a radio, yet words are still spoken.
"Please---elp---e"
My vision darkens, the voices grow louder. I'm swallowed in a wave of shadows.
Then, all is white.
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