> Tidings > by Divide > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Tidings > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke with a fright, eyes glued to the ceiling; It was the middle of the night, and I had the strangest feeling Of destruction and doom and another dark tiding From the midnight gloom shining on the bed of which I was residing. I felt such strong trepidation towards this event of colossal magnitude That I feared complete damnation and the presence of total solitude. Where this onset of knowing came from, I hadn't the slightest; Somepony else must've felt the showing and responded, like I, unbiased. Immediately I leapt out of bed and traversed down the corridor Searching for Bon-Bon to share this dread and hopefully respond with ardour. She wasn't in her room, nor the study, so I went to the kitchen: There I found her, in the cuddy, so I told her my fears with diction. Bon-Bon laughed and dismissed my vision as a mere nightmare Saying, "I hope your night terrors desist and give up this warfare On you, Lyra; if they don't adhere Then I outta give 'em something to fear!" It was painfully obvious to me that I couldn't convince Bon-Bon So I left, hearing her echoing plea radiate behind, saying I was foregone. "Hear me out!" she implored. "This isn't the first time this has happened!" The warbling voice I ignored as I carried on, though I still felt saddened. Something was wrong here; something wasn't right. All I felt was fear; I wanted to take flight. If I couldn't convince others that my worries weren't misguided Would we be smothered together or fall divided? I narrowed my eyes, my purpose known: I would apprise everypony; I couldn't postpone These unrelenting, unyielding feelings of collapse and death That my knowledge could be shielding. I would go until my last breath. My fate was sealed the moment I decided, for a frightening chill ran down my spine. "You can't stop it with a perspective so one-sided. Spread the word; the knowledge is not benign," Whispered a voice directly into my ear, stirring anxiety and terror deep within my heart. The words were icy and clear, but I firmly believed that I must impart— The knowledge bestowed unto me by forces unknown. "Regardless," the voice forebode, "the end cannot be postponed." Lies and slander! Misdirection of prose! I sensed a distinct lack of candour in the information disclosed. The being now silent and still, I made my rounds Around the neighbourhoods of Ponyville that were abscond of sounds. With speed, concentration, and a little bit of luck I could prevent our termination and stop chaos from running amok. Carrot Top, Noteworthy, Caramel, and Berry Punch All looked at me soberly and said they had more than a hunch That I was playing them for a fool and slammed the door with a simper— These setbacks would only fuel me to not go out with a whimper. Colgate and Roseluck responded much the same Detailing that they had absconded from all participation in this 'game.' Even Mister and Misses Cake seemed peeved; "Lyra, for Pinkie Pie's sake, please leave." "Pinkie Pie? What's wrong with her?" I questioned. "She says she no longer belongs," they replied, "and is destined To spread the word of a terrible catastrophe. Oh, Celestia: I think she heard. Tell Pinkie it's not her 'destiny!'" Looking into the normally cheerful, happy eyes of Pinkie Pie And seeing sunken, mournful ones made me want to cry. A small part of me had hoped that my qualms were not validated But Pinkie's expression evoked the realization that they were indeed vindicated. "You know, too," was all she said. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "I hope that we can stop everpony from being dead," Pinkie finished, tone bleak. I made to say something hopeful, something uplifting, but Our brief conversation made the Cakes fearful, and they slammed the door shut. There were others that knew; it couldn't have been a coincidence. Despite the fact that we were few, the knowledge gave me confidence. I doubled my effort; I tripled my speed. It gave me a minor comfort; others thought my proclamation a screed. I tried many more homes over the course of the night. Nopony else dared leave their tombs, suspended as they were with fright. I hung my head in failure and made my way to my favourite spot: An escape to nature in the form of a small hill with a tree on top. I climbed and leaned against the soft bark, staring off into the distance. The feeling that had once guided me, a single spark, had faded into nonexistence. Sitting there, beside my own prelude; I waited and prepared, watching the sun rise in solitude. Forced to watch it all occur through a single pair of eyes, a single window; Tired from all the work I was forced to do and alone except for the company of my shadow; I mused how it used to be better; it used to be simple; But now I was locked in fetters and simplicity had dwindled. Nothing could stop it; all my attempts would fail. Nervously I'd flit, stumbling out of the veil. Kingdoms came and fell to strife; memories lasted until they faded to black; I'd had a good life, yet despite all that, I refused to go back. If the lies the voice was spinning were true—I didn't forget— Then from the very beginning, this was all pre-set And nothing, not a single thing could be done about it, So I should just stop worrying and rest while I still had my spirit. When it all ends, and I hoped it came soon, I shan't make amends or come crawling to the moon. The sky started darkening; the clouds turned into death. I could feel the finale approaching and felt my last breath.