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// Tomorrow Left Me 
// Story: Ramblings of an Unknown Soul 
// by Quite Quiet 
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Dear beloved family and friends.

My mood over the last few weeks has been severely worse, not that anyone noticed. I spent more and more of my free time in my corner of the world, shutting out everything else. I dedicated my life to the guard and for ten years nothing happened. Then over the course of a single year, three separate events requiring our training occurred. Neither of which we were any help in at all. 

During the rise of Nightmare moon little over a year ago, we were clueless and lost. When Discord came nothing we did could ever hope to hinder his rampage. Then the changelings, defeating most of us before even getting in to the fight to begin with. And for all those times the six untrained friends from a small town in the shadow of Canterlot defeat them all on their own, without any help from our side.

Ten years of guarding these empty halls, protecting Her from nothing for a single year of perils to combat, none of which we could ever defeat. What is our purpose then, if we cannot be of use in the most pressing times of need in something we are trained for? Are we meant to stand here as potent guards and look imposing as our single objective, or is that just a side effect of having a guard in the first place?

Those six have their place in history far before their time is up, from a single year of sporadic fighting where they just happened to be at the time. When they pass their names will be remembered for generations to come and the stories of their deeds will become stuff of legends, slowly losing the truth they had to make way for more impressive stories. The day I pass my name will be noted down in a file and put in a locker that no one will see.

As I’m writing this I lay here in the shed of solitude I made for myself, hiding from the world. I haven’t eaten in six days and I can feel it taking its toll on me. Beside me on this floor of dirt is a small bottle I managed to acquire in utmost secrecy from outside these walls. The substance in this bottle is highly flammable and ignites when in contact of air. Right now it’s sealed in an airtight bottle, carefully placed outside of my reach so I won’t break it by mistake and ruin this last letter to you.

I will leave my hideout and post this letter for you. I have to sneak out though, the guard have been declared me missing for four days now and every so often I hear them still searching. I made sure they can’t find me in here. The door is repainted white and covered up with even more overgrowth so if you don’t know it’s there you can’t find it. Still have to be careful when sneaking out tonight though, can’t let them stop me. I have to do this.

When this letter reaches you, you will know what this is. Now this have dragged on for far too long so I will cut this short. I won’t be coming home more, this is the end of my path as I see it. From here on out the duty of protecting these empty halls will have to rest on somepony else’s shoulders. I am done and if I’m lucky enough, the smoke won’t be noticed until it’s too late. I bid you farewell, for this is the last you will hear from me. Everything else I keep close is in here with me and when I open this bottle it all will burn.

Do not mourn me, I don’t deserve it. Keep what memories of me you have and let the rest go.

And it shall burn.