înapoia

The world is gray, like a rock. The world is still, and unmoving, like a rock. I look out into the wastes, only to be reminded of how much the world has become like a rock. If it wasn’t so sad, I might have been happy. I just look blankly instead, knowing I couldn’t sit here for much longer. The storm billowing above me picked up the ash that covered the world, tossing the remnants of old Equestria across the sea of decay. It really was a sad sight to see.

I pick myself up, and dust off the ash that clung to my frock. I knew it would be covered again, but holding onto something from the past is all I really had now. The world was not like it used to be. There used to be color, life, and happiness. Now there’s only ash, death, and despair. I don’t know how I’ve made it this far, living longer than all the rest, but I try to make the most of it. If not for me, then for them.

The foundation of all that there is, is kinda like sedimentary rock. Layer by layer we build ourselves up until we break through some surface we strive for. In the end of it all, no matter how accomplished, we will all erode away, displaced to some other land via the elements of the world.

I don’t think I’ve reached my surface yet. I would have eroded long ago like the rest if I reached the peak of my life. I think I understand why I have to wander these lifeless hills, because of that simile.

There was this book I read once when I lived just outside Ponyville. In one of my many adventures into the Everfree to find rare gemstones, I stumbled across this castle from a time long past. Inside was like stepping into a whole other world, a little pocket of an older way of life that has long been forgotten. Time is unforgiving like that.

I must have stayed there for a week studying all the geology books the place had to offer in its extensive library. Most of it was outdated, or already common knowledge to anypony with a beginners understanding in the field of study. But there was one thing that stood out, something I thought was just a legend that nopony really cared for. The book I was reading spoke of this ancient crystal that held all the magical energy in Equestria. its power the life of the earth. It was said to have been where life originated from to begin with. Again, a tall tale that had little merit in modern society. Now, however, I can’t help but believe there is some truth to the legend, if only to give me some sort of hope for a brighter future than the one I find myself in.

My hooves are heavy, but I carry forward. With the weight of a fading world resting on your shoulders, it’s hard not to feel exhausted. I have to keep reminding myself I’m doing this for more than myself, I’m doing this for Equestia, for my sisters, my family.

I’m the last pony alive in this dying world, left with only one task to accomplish. I have to find that ancient crystal, and I must give back the life we’ve taken from it. That is the only way I’ll be able to restart the world, and bring back everypony from the grave.