He was there a millennia ago.

He awoke from a spell that had cast upon him during his encounter with a beast, now slain long after he had been victim to its fury.

A spell which had propelled himself towards the writhing chasms of time memorial. He, suspended and frozen.

Forced to watch his proud country collapsed and overgrown. He was there when Sister Moon was banished. He was there when all left for Canterlot. He watched as the surrounding withered among roots and crumbling stones.

Now He is forced to meet his peers descendants, and his returned Diarchy once more.