Everything was ash. Whether that be the black flakes that blew across Ponyville on the stagnant wind, or the solid compound that framed the ponies in their final moment of life. Everything was cold and empty.

Immortality has a price.

Written By the CMC

Our lives are not our own. From Womb to Tomb we're bound to others-past and present-and by each crime, and every kindness, we build our future. The nature of our 'Immortal Lives' is in the consequences of our lies and deeds that go to impersonate themselves throughout all time.

Six individuals from six different places, scattered throughout Equestria and time itself. Zerum, a griffon slave with no future. Hyperbole, a struggling writer with a dead-end career. Novus, an ambitious scholar with a taste for relics. Ember, a mare searching for her freedom. Twilight Sparkle, a princess confronted by her final hour. A wizened storyteller, retelling his years of youth, and the adventures he underwent.

They live their own lives oblivious to the others, face their own triumphs and tribulations, and pursue an array of dreams and visions. And yet each of their actions, whether they know it or not, have gone to create a single point in the future. A point which will decide the very state of Equestria and beyond.

It all comes back the the Harmony Almanac.

Deeply inspired by the amazing movie and novel, Cloud Atlas.

TIPS:

* Follow each arch as if it's its own story. Do not focus on pulling them all together. This will be done naturally as the story progresses.

*Hyperbole's contribution at the end of each chapter summarizes what had gone on in said chapter.

Life can be viewed in many ways and as many things. But nopony ever really appreciates the value of it until they face death.

Big thanks to my wonderful editor, General Tsunami

Special thanks to RubleGun for the speedy response and the cover image

*best read with 'dark' background setting*

It all started with the color Blue, that imperfection in the Skybox.

A lone Stallion walks among the roads of a fabricated paradise and wonders if there was a time before it all; before the Skybox descended, blocking out the sky. Before Discord ruled as the supreme leader of Avalon- the last city on the planet they say; before every single Avalonian became so brainwashed and before Celestia and Luna blinked out of existence.

His wondering leads him to discover a secret underground organization that has the answers he seeks, and soon, he’s pulled into a world of terrorism, truth, and tribulations.

He’s given a momentous task, one which would change the face of Avalon permanently if he were to accept it. And yet the question stands; to what extents will he go to make a better tomorrow? To what extents will he embrace his new purpose, and to what consequences?

It all ended with the Elemental Incarnates, those imperfections in Paradise.

Big thanks to Elliotshoe on DA for the excellent picture. Seriously guys/gals, check him out.

It's Hearth's Warming Eve and Rainbow Dash is falling, not flying.