The pain is too much to bear. I don't know how much longer I can endure. The world is beginning to go dark through this haze of agony. It's been a long time since I had even a second of life that was not saturated with pain. So long, in fact, that I've forgotten what it feels like to live painlessly.
Ever since that fateful night when the power of the Elements tore me apart, I've been dying. Slowly, yes, but dying all the same. I've thought long and hard about what I must do, and I now know what needs to be done. It's time for my life to end. Yes, I still have time left before my life will end naturally, but the pain has proven to be too much. I've given up the fight. It would be so much easier to just close my eyes and let Death take me now rather than force myself to endure a few more decades.
Even if I did choose to keep living, what would I get out of it? A few more years of pain that grows steadily worse over time. That's just not worth it to me. My sister may cry and act depressed for a while after I die, but in truth, she's forgotten all about me. She doesn't talk to the moon anymore because she sees me as a failure, a waste of her time.
She pretty much told me that I was no longer part of the family. The worst part was that she told me after I had already been here for a few centuries, suffering all the while. As she turned the magic of the Elements of Harmony on me, she said that she was sorry and that she loved me, but four hundred years later she tells me I'm a disgrace.
I've suffered four hundred years longer than I needed to. The pain of my body slowly collapsing inwardly upon itself and eating away my organs has grown too much to bear. I am tired of enduring while my body decays.
Every living being flies on wings of borrowed time, but now I have lost the ability to soar through the air. It is time for my wings to splinter fully, for I no longer wish to feel this agonizing pain. Yes, I feel it now; the spell is taking effect. The light is going out and finally the pain has begun to ebb away.