Tether Of The Soul

13th day of the 12th month, 900 years of our Princesses.

Hello again, it is Dr, Amber Zephyr.

I am going to write my entries like that of Berath, I find it fitting to continue where he left off. I shall continue with Berath’s entry method. It has grown on me but I will modernize it a little.

In any case, I have held an audience with Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. They have given me their blessing to continue searching for Equestria’s lost history. I have charted out my course and it shall take one day give or take. That is with the help of the royal guard’s pegasi. I am quickly jotting this down as I finish my preparation and packing.

I will be taking this here diary, some voice recording equipment, and video recording equipment. Just in case I manage to find anything further on the disappearances of the two brothers of Equeen. Onwards to my own journey of truth.

End of entry one.

13/12/900

I have made it in the Badlands and set up camp. I have just currently rested up from that painful exercise. I am quite indebted to the progression of technology ponies have created. Without that, It would have taken me months to get here by myself with all of this stuff.
Now, I think I have found the old ruins of the original gate to Tartarous. I just hope I can find the spot where… Found it!. I found the site where Berath had buried his runestone. Why was it separated? Oh well, time to dig.

…

IT’S HERE!

Ahem, excuse my excitement but I found it, it’s real and old. I-I don’t want to move it from where it lays but I must for research and recording purposes…
There we go, I have managed to keep it in mint condition. Now I just need to place it on the magic encoder and hopefully extract the contents of the runes stored magic.

Fantastic, it works. The Rune has been imbued with very old magic, it must be dated back over 1,200 years… The colour of the magic is a bright lavender purple. Ok, I am going to switch to my computer. It will take some time but I will transcribe what has been recorded on it.

…

Finished, the magic has been extracted to an audio file. I will play it here in a second. Oh my, I am shaking, get a grip of yourself Amber. You can do this. Ok, I am hitting record and play at the same time.

[Crackles are heard from the old waveforms from the magic]

Berath:
“Ahh, My dear friend. You have found this old rune, the one from my diary. I am indebted to you for searching this out. Thank you, I foresaw the actions that brought you here this day.”

[Ambers microphone comes to life.]

Amber:
“H-How did you see into your future? 1,200 years into your future?”

[Crackles start up again]

Berath:
“My mother, Queen Froyen gifted me this ability just for your finding of my rune. I fear that from this point onward, we both are alone and away from home. This quest I have set you on is fraught with danger and death.

I must ask you before you continue, to take your time on your decision. Think it through thoroughly, because once you enter this place. There is no return from once you came. Keep in your mind, that the reward for this gigantic risk will be that of a legendary scale.

If you think your self not fit, there is no shame in retreating. Believe that I have faith in you and your decision. No matter the choice you choose.

Be well.”

[Crackles slowly quiets down]

[Amber’s microphone comes back to life]

Amber:
“Ahh, this choice is asking a massive cost of me. I don’t think I can pay this in kind, but I don’t think I have a choice in this either… Equestria needs these historic records and artifacts…”

[Pacing is heard, this goes on for hours]

Amber:
“The cost of this task is one of a sacrifice, one that I need to make. No, I have to make it. Berath… I accept the terms of your request… “

[Crackerling is heard once again]

Berath:
“Thank you, my dear friend, I do whole heartily apologise for this… Once you are ready, please head to the gate in front of you. You can not see it, for it is invisible to your time. Since the horses of your time have forgotten the old magics, I will need you to recite this spell in full. I will help you sound it out if need be ok!.

The spell goes as followers.

‘Teeath, wothath, poqeth, beftoth. May the blood, sweat, and tears open me a path to the ever-darkened realm of Tartarous.’

With that, the gate will be shown to you. Here comes the underlying ritual. You must shed your blood, sweat, and tears with your magic, and place it on the gate. Once that ritual has been completed the doors of stone will open.

Be well and farewell. Till we meet in Hell, my friend.”

[Sounds of cracking stone suddenly get picked up by Amber's microphone]

[Amber’s heavy breathing is shortly picked up]

Amber:
“I KNEW IT! I knew this was a big ask for me… [sigh] I figured this was to happen, so I brought my special cameras. I boosted their signals with my magic so that the Princesses could broadcast them to the masses… I guess it’s time to put them on my back”

[Sounds of velcro straps and bets are being fastened. After they faded the sound of a spell is heard from Amber]

Amber:
“Okay!, here goes nothing.

‘Teeath, wothath, poqeth, beftoth. May the blood, sweat, and tears open me a path to the ever-darkened realm of Tartarous.’

[Sounds of the earth-shaking started to permeate the microphones. Once it dissipated, Sobs could be heard]

Amber:
“I can’t do this, but I know I must… I have caught my tears and sweat, now comes the hard part. My blood.”

[Painfull grunts and heavy breathing were the surrounding noises of the area Amber was standing in… After a short period, the sound of stone moving was all that could be heard]

Amber:
“Princesses, I knew you lied about broadcasting this to everyone in Equestria. But I only wish that someone watches my efforts today. Please stay with me, even if you can’t talk to me…

That's all I need.

Please Gildahara, watch over me…”

[End of transmission]