One small insignificant planet floats through the cosmos, unimpeded from it's course by the events, large or small, that transpire on it's service. This planet has one solitary sun and one lonely moon that float around its surface, helped along in their path from time to time by two beings. Two sisters moved the celestial bodies around using their magic. For a thousand years this task was taken on by one of them while the other was imprisoned in the moon. On the surface there is a kingdom that has no kings or queens, only the two princess. One of celestial light, the other of heavenly night. When sun outshone night they had a fight, and the two became one. Much later, the other came back from the moon and was forgiven for her betrayal.

The two princess were later joined by a third princess. She had proved her worthiness to the position when she and her friends defended the kingdom from many dangers, and learned many lessons about friendship along the way. But this is a big world. It has many countries and lands beyond the kingdom. The stories that happened around the third purple princess and her friends are but one viewpoint on the lens of history. There are many stories surrounding the magical land of Equestria, and the Elements of Harmony. Such stories often do not include creatures that have a unique view on the history of this planet moving through the cosmos, but some have such a long history that they can recall such pain and anguish from having lived such long lived lives. One such story happens to start many years after the night of mares and moons.

Years after the purple princess rose from her station of Celestia’s number one pupil, and into a station of rule as the princess of friendship. This story, while long, has an end, but must be told in two parts. The first one starts outside the east border of Equestria, some leagues out to sea. There on a small island, some years after the princess of the sun cast the lunar princess into the moon, was constructed a small lighthouse. It was constructed to facilitate the new trade between the lonely princess and griffons. It was named for a lost kingdom from long ago. So mythical the kingdom was, it was said that it had never existed at all. Some others claim that it was lost overnight do to unforeseen and unknowable events. All that remains of the legend, is this little lighthouse.

As the years past, the griffon’s nation fell into ruin, and so too did the lighthouse as the trade dried up. After that, it was used by sky pirates as a mooring for their skip. Their leader was a shark with a propensity for dropping his victims from the top of the clouds and into major areas of population. They worked that sea for thirty years, and in that time they built a deck from the top for a more convenient way to disembark. After they were captured the leader was asked why he did what he did and he said he was just wanted the victims to see heaven before they died. During his stint as captain they broke the light on the top of the lighthouse so that the light never shone and none would see the island. One member of the crew, the first mate, escaped capture and moved to Ponyville to try to sell custom clothes from a boutique. He wasn't very good, but made just enough to keep the shop open.

After the pirates stopped paying the lighthouse regular visits the place went uninhabited for seven years, until a lone hermit took up residence within. They lived there for some thirty years until the reason they become a hermit came calling. The money lenders that came looking for the hermit knocked the door off the hinges and broke several pieces of furniture beating thehermitto death inside. They hung the body from the rafters before they left. After that, the place was avoided and was viewed as a haunted house. It was eventually forgotten and left as a ruin, but this structure was made to last. Even as the windows grew old and fell out, the lighthouse stands as a dark sentinel on the horizon.

Around two-hundred years after the last living thing was reported to reside in there, a wooden boat fell on it's shores. This was not a big boat by any stretch of the imagination, no. It was a simple and worn rowboat that only held one solitary passenger. The boat was of an old make, the fig leaf pattern on the side as well as the silver trim on the top told of it's famous maker. It was a good boat. The passenger had traveled a long way to get here. Over the vast Badlands and it's deserts with their shear wind. He had bought the boat at a small town so near the shore the only source of income the town had was fish. It was the first time the creature had paid for something, and the act had made him feel some sense of accomplishment.

After setting out from the small town by the docks. The sea had been his next challenge with it's ever changing surface, and him in just a rowboat. The constant cloud cover made the storm hard to spot and when the storm hit it had set him back three days. That was time that the creature didn't have. When the occasional sea monster had dared to stray too close it had become his food. He would just latch on with some tendrils and corrupt it, but even this small act that used to come so easily, now, took so much out of him. When the creature came upon the island he dared a smile, but had to beach the boat on the sandy shore because, over the years, the dock for the lighthouse had fallen ever deeper into the sea. The dock for all it's worth had been nothing special, just some planks and piliers. Passing ships used to stop by and trade food, as well as information. It had suffered minimal damage over the years and had been the last thing, besides the walls and one other thing to remain. The creature, himself, was an old soul, having lived longer than he was supposed to. Even now, as the waves lapped at the shore his mind swam back to the past, back to all the memories he had built up over the years. The time in the darkness, The Order, and Ivory. Oh Ivory. I'm so sorry, he thought sadly.

He shook the past from his mind, there would be plenty of time to dwell in the past after he got inside. Besides, that was too painful to think about now. Taking a tentative step out of the boat and onto the beach he very nearly fell over the side, the creature tried to regain his land legs making a few curses as he did. After a few moments of swaying, he steadied himself, looked back at the boat, and used the horn on his head. The boat was covered in gray light and was magically dragged off the shore. Pushing the boat out to sea and watching it float away, the creature nodded approvingly. Nothing would know he was here. He checked the book in the saddlebag at his side. It was dry even after the storm, and him nearly falling on his flank into the water. He held the book close like a precious child. Even if the book was blank, it represented a potential towards salvation. The book was bound in leather and steel, with a black opal set into the steelwork that crisscrossed the front of the book. It held a deep blue color to it and had a lock on the side opposite the binder.

After returning the book back to the saddlebag, the four legged creature put one hoof in front of the other toward the old decrepit lighthouse. Each step was as painful as the last and it was hard going for him, up the bank his legs would lock up from time to time despite the fact that island was only a little bigger then the lighthouse, so the trip from the beach to the door was short, yet long. After a few minutes he found himself standing in the place where the door once was, and collapsed into the door frame as his legs tried to dissolve out from under him. After a few moments of grunting, and a few swears, he managed to will his legs back into existence. It would take more concentration now, but he could manage. As he took the long trip to standing up he reflected on his own mortality. He once had the power of a Demi-god, but now he was in this state. Sylver was really inconsiderate. The creature’s power had been disconnected the moment that Sylver tongued devil had died. Now, the creature was just a fragment of himself, and he was fading. Having regained a standing position he looked around. He could see that the wooden floor of the lighthouse had partially fallen through into the basement in places and most of the furniture was gone. Lost to time, or looters, or the weather. The stone stairwell leading up was just gone, and there was a thick layer of dust that covered everything. As the creature tentatively stepped inside, the dust was disturbed up into small clouds with each step, making him sneeze.

After the fifth sneeze, the creature had finally had enough and flexed its wings out and flapped them hard disturbing the dust. He couldn't fly with them anymore, but he could still use them like this. He used his horn, capturing the cloud in a bubble, he filtered the dust outside and into the sea. With the room a little cleaner, at least, the creature’s red vertically slitted eyes saw what he was looking for. His mouth pulled into a fanged smile. It was a desk, just a simple desk. They didn't make desks like this anymore, not after taking wood from the Everfree was banned. He didn't know this, but the desk was originally from a rich Canterlot family. It was being transferred from the, then young, city to a resort home up north when the pirates stole it.

The creature, making sure to avoid the holes in the floor, slowly moved over to the desk with every step producing a creak or moan out of the old floor and, ever so gently, set the book upon it with only the barest hint of a sound. He didn't want to damage the already old desk. Standing this close he could now make out the marks, nicks, and the beer stains that now completely covered the surface of the desk. He took a seat in front of it, grunting from age as he did, and pulled out the ink and pen out from the saddlebag. After setting them up to the side of the book, he opened it, dipped the pen in the ink, and began to write. Not about beginnings, not of endings, and not for others, but about his story. His connection to this small insignificant planet floating through space. To prove that he was here, he existed, that he had loved another, and at one point she had loved him back.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at serious storytelling, I hope you enjoy it.