He has worked at the graveyard for as long as he could remember. He doesn't remember how or why, but he knows that he does it, so no pony else has to carry the burden. Even if it pains him whenever he is visited.

Since the beginning of time, many stories have been told to many ponies. From mouth to mouth it changes just a bit, but only a few individuals knows the true past and the true source. When a young red pony is teased about his past over and over he finally tells the story. Of how a single band of ponies carved a fire in the middle of the War of the Three Tribes.