I leave now, knowing my friends will become something truly beautiful together.

They will live their new lives unknowing of the one they once lived. They will forget that Equestria's beauty came at a great cost, but I will remember.

I can still see the fires. I can still smell the essence of death and decay, and I will never forget the tens of thousands that perished. This forgotten chronicle in Equestrian history, is like a deep wound throbbing inside unable to heal. Even after I am done with this, it way still haunt me in some ways.

You want to know this history? A word of warning my friend, my story is a dark and violent tale, and some things should stay forgotten… If you are sure, then so be it. Now my friend, steel yourself, for some chronicles are better left lost.


All credit gos to Kohashu of deviant art, for this great picture!