It has been decades since the barrier between Equestria and the magical plane was shattered in a cataclysmic event - and ever since then, I've been watching the world die, tearing itself apart at the seams.
I never knew my mother, and my father gave himself to defeat a monstrosity the likes of which had never been seen before while I were still only young.
Plains that were once green and splendorous were now lined with blades of scarlet grass, once glorious forests now twisted into gnarled decay, their natural occupants having long abandoned Equestria.
Canterlot is rubble. Cloudsdale is gone. Every place that was once a proud bastion, presenting the might of one of The Elements in their age old war, is now reduced to naught in a world torn to pieces by magical storms and rogue monstrosities of aethereal origin.
The War... The War was forgotten long ago. I wouldn't even know it ever was if Father didn't spend most his time telling us about the "bad old days" when he fought for a "Lady Fluttershy" and despised this "Twilight", who, by not only my father's accounts, was indeed a bad apple by the end of things.
I am one of the few ponies left on Equestria. I have witnessed what was left of our family perish, be consumed by the madness caused by the intrusion of magic into the world, or, most tragic of all, give up. I have walked through the remnants of countless destroyed homes, villages, families, marriages, governments, sites of battles long forgotten and every part of this land that wasn't a grave was waiting to be my own. I have witnessed the death of the world for as long as I have had the power to remember.
So now, as I stare into a growing abyss, as I watch the very world tear, split and rend itself into nothingness, watching the edges of the world cease to be - why am I so surprised? Is this some denial of the end I always knew would come? The inevitable fact that, this world was dying, and soon, it would be wholly dead?
Then why am I so defiant against it? Why does it offend me so strongly? In all my years, I have been waiting for the end, so now that it is here - what is it that unnerves me so?
This isn't death. This is an ending of all things. We are being erased.
And I won't stand by while it happens.
