I enjoyed my time in Ponyville with my friends, the very first friends I ever made. I enjoyed the good times, and learned from the bad times. We did so much, helped so many. I became a princess in time, not realizing exactly what that meant for me.

It's been 150 years since I first came to Ponyville. My friends have all passed from this world, leaving me behind.

Do I even have a reason to keep going?

Cover by kajitanii.

I'm willing to bet that a lot of Bronies would love to visit the land of Equestria; if only to see it. I sorta got that wish... instead I find myself in a human variant of it known as Arcania in the Krystal Kingdom. Not that I'm complaining of course, the day I got raptured over here was a College day anyway.

(My first foray into fan fiction and probably my only one, let me know what you think and how I can improve! Unsure about the rating, I'll leave it teen for now. I eventually plan to turn this into an Epic, so hopefully my storytelling skills will improve significantly before then. Also I use a lot of pictures in my story to offset my sucky descriptive skills, so props to the artists and what not!)