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// Log 2194: Magic. 
// Story: Remnant 
// by Ebonyglow 
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Day 2194.

I thought it was my time. I felt it within me, that magic spark fading—the feeling all my friends had. I was prepared and I said my goodbyes. To that day I still admonished myself for not finding a successor, even when my advisors tried to comfort me. I held so much anger within myself for it. I had promised everypony  I’d find somepony, a true successor to assemble the group that would act as our legacy.

Yet I could never move past her betrayal.

Neither could my friends, I suppose her influence held us all back. I can only hope that castle will get to her eventually. Until then, she will be sealed in there for as long as possible. A stasis in time—endless chances for her to become better. Equestria is safer with her banished outside of its borders. 

I'm getting sidetracked. Too many thoughts at once. Too many memories. Too many questions.

The process of leaving Equestria without a Princess was terrifying to me. Starlight would’ve been wonderful, but she never wanted the role and had moved on years ago. Luster Dawn would be optimal, but I wasn’t going to force her to do it after she said she felt unready.

Still, I had faith ponies would find somepony to take the throne once I died.

…

Though I didn’t  die.

At that moment, in my own bed, in my own castle, I closed my eyes to embrace the emptiness of life's magic within me, prepared to finally see my friends again…

Something brought me back. 

I cannot fathom what had happened. In the moments before, I felt at peace. A blissful euphoria swept over me as I approached the next step in life, but in the next, burning.

It hurt, as if I was stung by a dozen manticores, and before I knew it that sensation had faded. 

But everything felt wrong—because I felt right.

I didn’t feel tired, nor did I feel sick, worst of all…I didn’t feel old. All the aches I had, the pains, they vanished. I felt young and spry, like I could take on anything. The doctors said it was a miracle, some kind of blessing from the stars.

I didn’t want it.

I miss them.

I just want to see them.

I don’t know what it was, or how it happened. I’ve done all the research I can but I can’t find any answers. I write this in the hope that this change may be temporary. Perhaps some burst of life magic in me to keep me going for a short time longer. I’m overthinking things. It’ll come, my time, and I’ll be with them again.

It’s only been a few days, but I’m sure I will find an answer.

I was close to peace. Close to the magic we worked so hard to create. Close to the end of my story.

Close to my friends.

And yet something dares to keep me away from them.