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// Twilight log 50. Last entry. 
// Story: Unavailing 
// by FaelaArts 
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There was a time I walked a barren wasteland. My only friend was the air that kept me alive, and the magic that enabled me to gather sustenance from spike-like formations. However, a little journal led me to what I still believe was my tomb. I cast a spell, forsaking my own life to bring back the world the dead remembered.

And yet, I apparently survived.

Not only that, but five ponies explained to me the events that led to such measures. It was heaven, I wasn’t alone. However, they soon told me the truth. All I had done was temporarily postpone the destruction of the world. This was only the first step in saving the world, a way to buy time until the chosen one was born.

And so we waited.

I would be lying to say the time I spent with them was not some of my most fondest memories. Even now, I still can’t shake off the feeling this is death. But even so, if the truth is I died once long ago, it is the past and nothing more.

So time went by over there, it became harder and harder to survive. The older ponies, the two born with wings and a horn, spoke of repeating the strategy from before. However, we all knew the world would not survive a second resurgence, no matter how much we tried.

And then finally, she was born.  She who would perish to save the world. Even now, my heart aches from the pain I am about to inflict. I only hope she forgives me, but I doubt she ever will.

I never have had a name, but at one time I liked to imagine myself as Twilight Sparkle. It wasn’t true back then, and it isn’t true today. My image may be the same as her, but I could never acquire the raw talent she possesses. 

Whatever comes with the weeks ahead, there will be one less purple mare in the world.

And it won’t be me.