Translated and Edited by Icebeerg
Pre-readed by Sourichan, Themaskedferret, 7th Outpost
Is anypony interested in an old unicorn’s tales? A grumbler who spends his old age buried in dusty tomes? Nowadays youth will not. The events of the past that made marks all across history are nothing more but fairytales for today’s young minds. Just half century ago, students were eager about ongoing adventures, powerful magic and dangerous beasts. About the creatures who inhabit the skies, the mountains and even the bowels of the earth. Now, these kinds of stories lull foals to sleep much better then special spells. The stories lost their courage, and nowadays ponies do not think of them seriously. Few will believe in stories told by a creaker from the library. Now the only careful listener is the quill that dances at the midnight silence among the parchment while the flame frolics on top of the candles, treading them down to the base.
It’s time to shut the book on these tales, and hide them on the shelves for rare assessors of dusty history. Today I will write the last of them. This story, which I never told to my students is, unbelievably boring. The listener won’t find any epic battles, no chases, no investigations, no treasures. But for me, this story is the most valuable one of my life.