Prologue: Avarice's Notebook
In the icy plains of the Dead World, one of the only three windigos left struggled to climb an icy mountain. She remembered her time in Equestria, all the pain and anger she had felt. It had given her power. Unimaginable power. She couldn't believe that she was driven away so easily by... pfft... friendship.
She had finally reached the top where Tact and Zander sat with an air of boredom around them. Avarice barely gave them a second glance as she trotted past and lay down in front of the Visionary Pool, a hole in the Dead World that was a doorway between it and Equestria. Repelled by the overwhelming love and prosperity that now washed over the land like a joyous disease, the windigos were trapped in the eternal Dead World.
"What are you doing?" asked Zander noticing her pull a notebook from her ghostly flank.
"Watch me," she mumbled with the book in her mouth. She hovered it over the Visionary Pool.
"Stop!" called out Tact. She stood up and stretched herself. "What do you plan to... um... accomplish by dropping your... um... Death Note down... uh... there?"
Avarice placed the note beside her and and flipped her mane back. "Look at them," she instructed, motioning to the Pool.
Zander and Tact went to look. Below them was a scene of total glee. All the ponies were laughing and dancing to the newest tune by Vinyl Scratch. An obnoxious pink earth pony was randomly popping up in front of ponies and having them dance to exhaustion. Zander turned and puked a bank of snow.
"Exactly," said Avarice. "What right do they have to be so happy while we eternally rot in our own boredom?"
"But what can we do about that?" Tact asked. "We... uh... we are... bound, yeah, we're bound by that joy. We can't leave Dead World."
Avarice smirked. "We can if I drop my Death Note."
"It's not a toy," Zander reprimanded. "You can't go dropping something like that in Equestria. King knows what will happen when they find out how to use it."
"Then it's a pity that I wrote the instructions inside of the cover," said Avarice.
Zander took one step forward. "Don't drop it!" he ordered.
Avarice used her back leg and knocked it into the Pool. "Oops," she said. "My bad."
Zander and Tact ran to the pool but it was too late. The black notebook fluttered into the other world. It landed in the middle of the party in Ponyville, just waiting for the first pony to find it, read it and eventually... use it.
