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// Quill to Paper 
// Story: The Writer and Their Quill 
// by Writey the writer 
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The Writer And Their Quill

Chapter 1: Quill to Paper

The Alicorns are the most bizarre and unique of all ponies in Equestria. We have wings like the Pegasi to allow incredible speed and manoeuvrability in the air. We have a horn like the Unicorns allowing us to summon and control the flow of magic around us. We also posses the phenomenal strength and a toughened resolve from the Earth ponies.

Yet, even among all this, we have one ability which is as mysterious as the Alicorns themselves. When an Alicorn comes of age, the secret of life is revealed. It isn’t as glorious as it sounds, but its simplicity is terrifying. We are capable of seeing when mortals will perish. Blunt, isn’t it?

The curse of immortality once again rears its ugly head and forces away any shadow of uncertainty in our world. Is nothing sacred in my eyes? That, I can never tell.

In my youth I thought death to be a power beyond our reckoning, beyond our control; it would be forever shrouded in a fog which was only lifted when it finally caught up to us. Even death held no bounds for me; I could see it around me but never feel its icy fingers touch me in an everlasting embrace.

I may seem ungrateful, or maybe even angry at the position I’m in. To a certain extent, this is the truth. I've lived for longer than some of the oldest cities in Equestria. I’ve watched boundaries of nations pushed and stretched, and yet I can’t help but feel as if I shouldn’t watch it at all.

This is getting heavy.

I’m probably just writing in anger through my depression. Or maybe I’m just getting tired. After all these years, maybe things will catch up to me.

This is a tale of how I learned of my place in this world. Of how I never stood near the top, and even when I got close, immortality would cut off another pool of happiness for me.

It’s happening again: it’s getting heavy.  

To anypony reading this, I have written this as a personal memoir: a lesson. This shall be stored in the Canterlot library as a fable, a parable if you will. I shall make my lesson known to those who want to learn, so that never again will I feel in control and so that this message is passed down.  

My name is Princess Celestia, and this is story of how I became mortal.