All an Illusion

by D Historian

Greetings

Bonjour, mes amis! It’s been a while. I feel like I owe y’all an explanation. And you’ll get one! Soon.
Truth be told, this story’s not done. But it has been three years and some things have definitely been updated by now. If you’re loyally following this, or you remembered liking this years ago, I promise it’s changed for the better. I’m a much better writer now, mum’s the word. And things have changed. I figured, with the MLP finale on its way, it’s time to finish things as well. Probably not as a proper full length fic, but I draw much better now too. I can finally explain things.
This was a story about acceptance, accepting who you are, accepting that people change, integrity of self expression and not letting history or fate ties you down. Cliche, I’m aware, but it was important to me at some point. I think. My life’s pretty blurry, not gonna lie.

Ciao,
D.H

Comments

[D Historian]

Can’t find that fucking poem I wrote about the prophecy. Oh well! Back to le drawing board. I’ll lose my head one day.