Untitled Journal Entry
With the Fire We test the gold, and with the gold we test our servants.
A wise man said that, once. A long time ago. Something Lyra mentioned.... But that is beside the point.
Well, here I am, after what feels like both an eternity and the flicker of a fraction of a second. I am now tasked with writing down my new friends' exploits long after the events have begun to sink into everyone's collective comprehension. While I have already left a detailed, emotion-shorn and lifeless historical record to the Royal Canterlot Library, I know how much can be missed from reading those dusty old tomes. For example: What about the motivations of the actors at play? What drove them to do what they did? Why are they who they are, and are they who they truly claim to be? So much of this is lost amid the desire to perfectly preserve the facts above the souls.
This is an attempt to change that.
When is the page the fount of life?
When is the fount the words of strife?
When are the words the curses of old?
When are the curses the tale to be told?
When is the tale the mark of fate?
When is the mark the signs of late?
When are the signs the prophecies bare?
When are the prophecies the truth to be shared?
When is the truth the path we must seek?
When is the path the steps for the meek?
When are the meek the leaders of war?
When are the leaders the good no more?
When is the good the source of pain?
When is the source the ending refrains?
When are the refrains the lines on the page?
When are the lines the monster's cage?
When is the monster the core of us all?
When is the core the reflections small?
When are the reflections shown to the world?
When are the shown the reality unfurled?
When is the reality the author's domain?
When is the author the parrot's refrain?
When is the parrot the harbinger now?
When is the harbinger the page's brow?
-Pantrostic
*Author's Note* Not Worthy has been incredibly gracious enough to help edit this work as I create it. Without his input, the story would be far more groan-worthy than you could imagine. I hope you enjoy it!