The alicorn of time

Time is such a funny thing, one moment you are born and the next thing you know you are already sleeping in your grave.

Why do so many fear death? If you fear death then you should also fear birth, since they are both the same thing. Once your thread shatters, from its ashes a new life will rise.

Who am I?

I’m the past, the present and the future. Or perhaps I’m only a guardian, who can tell the difference?

A being so powerful. That even the most powerful of unicorns would be petrified by my mere presence.

I fear nothing in this world, yet I fear myself, why I cannot answer.

Why would I fear myself, perhaps it is a defence mechanism. But why would such a thing exist in the first place?

The mortals call me God, I guess that is a sufficient name. Ever since time came into existence I have watched over it, why I do not know.

There are so many questions without answers, that I constantly ask myself in vain. I know that I will never be able to answer these questions of mine. But I will never stop asking, this is my fate I will alway stumble in the dark.

I Am Tempus Custos The Alicorn of time.

I live only to fulfill my duty.

My duty is to watch over the threads of time, which together form what the mortals call a timeline.

This dark cave is my only sanctuary, was it not for the light created by the millions of golden threads I would truly stumble in the dark.

Every single one of these threads is bound to a living being in this world know as Equestria, whether it is a pony, a minotaur, a griffin or some other mortal beast. Which resides within the realm of the living.

There are a few exceptions though. there exists a few thicker threads among the masses, they either belong to beings of great power, such as an ancient dragon who slumbers somewhere in this world. Or a demigod such as the likes of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.

How they manage to get ahold of such divine powers is beyond me.Whenever I try to find the answer my visions is faded and my head starts to hurt.

Perhaps somethings are better left in the dark, I can see both the present and the past. But sometimes my vision is blurred, I can’t explain why.

It is yet another question with no answer.

The entrance to my cave is hidden to the naked eye, only the most powerful or luckiest mortals have ever made it inside.

Once inside I welcome them and I tell them that they are free to stay as long as they wish. I don't mind the company, my duty is a long and lonely one. Despite their pathetic life spans I don't have to worry about one of them dying once they are inside my sanctuary.

Because once inside, time will lose all its meaning to that one mortal, hundreds of years can pass in the blink of an eye. Once inside that mortal will not age, nor will they feel the need to sleep and they will not require food.

Once inside the mortal ones time is stopped, they will exit my sanctuary they same way they entered it.

Often the shock of reality shatters the mortals mind and they simply throw themselves of the mountain only to end their misery. It cannot handle the loss of someone important, It is unable to comprehend just how much time have passed since it entered.

I do not pity these pathetic mortals, if they are unable to comprehend such trivial things. they simple don’t deserve to live.

Some of them even believe that there current rulers are immortal. such a laughable thing to believe, a demigod is not an immortal being. A demigod is a filthy crossbreed between a mortal and a god, the mere thought sickens me. But I’m the only god, could i possible be the one who created these things?

My mind is too clouded, I cannot see how they were created nor who their parents were. My own weakness disgust me, why can’t I see what they truly are.

My train of thought is interrupted by a tiny drop of water that hits a larger puddle on the cave floor.

I gaze down into the puddle, my own reflection is a mockery upon myself.

A tiny foal with gray lifeless mane and tail, a faded gray coat, a short stub of a horn, a pair of undeveloped wings and a pair of small ocean blue eyes.

Since the dawn of time I have not aged a single second.

Someponies would call my immortality a blessing, I would disagree.

This undeveloped body of mine is so useless I can neither walk nor talk. I don’t consider gurgling like a foal a solid tongue, If I for some reason need to communicate with something, I simply connect my mind to theirs and communicate telepathically.

Was it not for my divine powers I would have ended my own existence a long time ago.

I don’t need to move but it feels nice to look at another part of the walls inside my sanctuary once in awhile.

For movement I either levitate myself or skip through time, a skip through time is similar to a teleportation spell. The only difference is that its instant.

A thread only shatters once the life of the mortal which it is connected to comes to an end. whether it is a natural death or a accidental death.

That said thread then crumbles into a dust like substance, which I then gather and deposits into a hourglass with the name of the recently deceased's name written on top of it.

Once the hourglass is filled I shatter the barriers between the worlds of the living and the void, I then deposits the hourglass in one of my never ending shelves located inside the void.

Once the hourglass is in place, I reaper the crack just as easy as I created it.

Some mortals say that my existence is sad, perhaps they are right. I know that my life won’t end until the end of time.

Will I be released from this cursed life once the timeline crumbles? Sadly I doubt it.

I could easily look into the future to see what truly will happen.

But then what?

Do I really want to spoil the ending of my hard work by simply looking at it?

No I will never look into the future, no matter what might happen.

My name Is Tempus Custos, the alicorn of time.

My duty consists of watching over the timeline and caring for the thread of time.

A god never interfere with the mortal realm.

I will forever continue this quest, may my sanity remain.

My only fear is that my loneliness might be my downfall.

Only time will tell.