Based on the song by George DesRoches (Tarby), this fic follows the headcanon that Equestria was born from the ashes of our world.
The world was once ruled in Chaos. Humans killed each other for land, for religion, for food, and for sport. As time went on, humankind became more efficient in their methods of killing, until finally there were none left.
Two sisters awaken to find a world ravaged by this chaos, and together, with the help of some audio tapes left by the last of the humans, they return the world to what it once was. The only problem is that Chaos is returning, as well.
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Clearing up a few questions before they arise!
That crack at the beginning. Take it as you may, it could either have been a gunshot, killing the last survivor, or it could have been something breaking and falling on them. Either way, that crack signified the final death of the Old World.
The recordings being played throughout the fic are not being played at the same time. They're all played in that one spot at the beginning of the fic, but you only hear them for the first time as you read along.
"For the first and last time" actually had a deeper meaning than you might think on first glance. Most people would read those words and think nothing of it, but no. Really think about it. The sun was finally set on all that we know. All of your family members, your friends, your belongings, pets, property, and everything else you have ever known is all going away. It's all obsolete; part of an old world, soon to be forgotten. We are relics of an age gone past. It's truly staggering, just the thought that that could ever happen, but it can... and it will. It's already happening. Technology going obsolete in under a decade, for example. I shudder to think that (if we live long enough) things might become obsolete within a year, or a month... a day, or an hour. But it could well happen, eventually. A new world to be born daily... Anyway, I get depressing when I think too hard.
The Eighth Age is the eighth century. So, it had been at least 800 years since the New World began at that point.
"‘Such a pretty sight,’ Luna began one evening, looking out from her balcony to the burning skyline..." "‘It’s beautiful, in a tragic way…’" DOHOHO, U SEE WAT I DUD THAR?
And I know I say it a lot, but thanks. All of you. You guys are the reason I write.
Wow. I stumbled across this after all this time. I planned on doing a fic based of that, but never got around to it. This wasn't bad, it was just hard to follow at times. It deserved more likes though. Thanks to you - my interest in this topic was restored - I'm gonna actually start writing mine. Your grammar had very few discrepancies, and I liked the whole introduction. Maybe you could give mine a read. 134 weeks from publishing yours is a long time though. Will mine be good enough to stand apart from yours? Only time will tell...