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// The Last Page 
// Story: Diary of *illegibly smudged* 
// by Thought Prism 
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If anyone else read up to this point, I'm sorry. These contents are not pleasant. Honestly, I could have destroyed this diary. Maybe I should have. Instead, I've left it largely intact and marked the relevant pages to serve as a warning for the ponies who will come after me. I only erased all the dates and mentions of our names so that I nor my family end up blamed for what my father did. What his desperation brought upon Equestria. It wasn't his fault. If not him, another pony would have been chosen. 

Now please, heed my words. I will share what I know of the aftermath, save the Event itself, which is best left forgotten. I found this diary next to my father's mummified remains. He had no external injuries, likely having died of thirst. Waiting for his luck to return. He was right in that her highness could not stop what he'd unleashed, the first threat she could not surmount. Friendship, magic spells, brute force, nothing had any affect on Lucky. It could now only be impeded until it chose not to be. Fluttershy tried to speak with it, ask it to stop, and its reply infected her with an incurable madness even worse than my father's. Her husband Discord is still taking care of her as they live their lives in his chaos plane, the only place she can be comfortable any longer. The others eventually just... gave up, even Twilight. And everything fell apart. 

Sure, in public, she enacted her contingency plan. But she shared the truth with me, as my mother did with her. The plan will only delay the inevitable. Twilight had used divination magic to seek answers, with minimal results. To truly understand its nature would mean ending up like my father, and losing the power to resist. All her highness could glean was a name, its self-given name, one which roughly translates from the fundamental language as Shimmerwing.  

In the years since, I grew up, and sought to understand what was lost. Now, as I write these words, I am terrified. For I imagine that I would not exist without Shimmerwing, and that my birth was somehow required for its unfathomable design. Or my own foals were. What will happen when the princess' carefully constructed efforts fall apart with time? When will Shimmerwing return? I pray daily to Celestia that it never does, and that nopony else follows my father's path. If you are wise, dear reader, you will do the same. And even if not, even if you forget your own name, you must remember this: do not obey the Six Winged One! Do not obey Shimmerwing! Do not obey!