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// Prologue 
// Story: The Tome of Faust 
// by DungeonMiner 
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It is the thirtieth year of the Founding era, and I fear Equestria is already due to end. 

If we die, and all we had built in the past thirty years is destroyed in the coming year, I can only hope we will be remembered for what we tried to do here. We tried to build peace between ponies, unicorn, pegasus and earth. We tried to build a nation where no one race held power over the other. We tried to throw off the the shackles of the Old World and free ourselves with harmony. 

That very same Old World  has always hated us. They wished to see us fail, and wished their hate to spread into our land. Many nobles have placed bets on the day of our failure, and if it falls in the coming days, then the irony of uniting these nobles with our failure will be all the more poignant. 

Ever since Princess Platinum abdicated from the Unicornian throne, Puddinghead resigned from chancellorship, and Hurricane was court martialed in Pegasopolis, the Old World has conspired against us, and I have seen them succeed in my dreams. The nobles of my home country continue to squabble, the senators of Earthonia filibuster each other into oblivion, and the armies of the pegasus continue to muster until war is inevitable, all in the smoking ruins of the home we made for ourselves.

These are the images that plague my dreams at night. The nightmares of the future that I know is coming.

But not all my dreams.

There is one dream, and it all begins with a pony that holds the power to either save or destroy us. In him, I see our hope, our freedom, and any chance we have to bring all of ponykind together. 

A pony I dare not seek out.

For the day I meet him, I die.

My name is Clover the Clever, and this is the day I die.