Memories. Flashes of the past. Moments in time so profound that they are etched into our minds.

Loss, Hate, Fear, Hope, Lust, Rage, Joy... Regret...

Some are so powerful they can bring us to our knees... Some are just moments that we will never forget...

My name is Chronicle. I have been a scribe, an assistant, and a confidant to the Princess; but now I am going blind. The lights in my eyes are slowly fading and I know that my days are coming to an end. As I stare down the darkening tunnel of my future I cannot help but think about the past. I am left with a sense of insignificance. It is not that I regret my life or the choices I have made, but as I look back I am left to wonder at what I leave behind. I am survived by no pony, I have no sisters or brothers, I never married, and children were never even a thought. I leave nothing behind me save for my work; notes, documents, and records compiled and stored surrounded by thousands of others in a vault beneath the castle. Would I even be remembered? So here I sit my final days stretched out before me and all I have to leave is, my life, compressed to the ink stains on so many pages.
(All comments welcome!)
Special thanks to my Editor Inkiepie