The quill guided the ink with its elegant flowing strokes. Each movement was honed, refined and perfected over endless years. It was as if the feather chose to dance for her entertainment.
Even now, with the troubled times coming, there was hope and intrigue in equal measure. One book had ended with flames and suffering. What would this new book bring? As honest as it was, the first line left out so much.
Once Upon a Time in the Magical Land of Equestria, fate was undone by solar fire and destiny shattered by a single Alicorn’s choice.
She breathed deep of the scent of new pages and fresh ink. She savoured it only for a moment before the quill continued like a feathered ballerina over the page. With that as a sign, her aura gathered the other waiting blank volumes, and for each, she sacrificed a primary.
“What woes and wonders will thine machinations spawn my children?”