This story is a sequel to Memories Of The Flask
Nine hundred, and ninety nine years will pass, and that is all that it will know. It never made it past a thousand.
It has been, and will be, years since the death of their maker. But now marks the first day of their existence locked away in a vault against time.
Follow the story of a kingdom of ponies as it descends deeper and deeper into madness from beginning to end from the perspective of its ever observant and self-loathing founder, the epitome of hatred and death itself. Doomed from the very start, a perfect world with a flawed ruler and flawed magic.
A side-story from Memories Of The Flask and a sort of prologue for the events in a future story which I will link to when it is published.