It was a dark and stormy night. In a quaint little home somewhere along the edge of Ponyville, a small mare is scribbling down some last words in her little book she was writing. Soon enough she leans back, reads the last parts back again and nods as she recognizes the rightness of the words.

"That should just about do it. I'm finally done..." She closes the book and holds it close to her chest. She turns her head and smiles towards the big mare standing behind her "You think it's good enough?"

The mare smiles down towards her and nods softly "I'm sure of it, little Everlight. Don't you worry about that!" She then gets a worried look on her face "Just don't let the wrong ponies read it, okay? There's quite a lot of info in there that would jeopardize several ponies' lives..."

The little mare nods quickly and hugs the book close again "Yes, of course! Only the ponies I trust most shall read it! I just hope I don't upset anyone with what I've written here..."

"What have you called it?" The big mare inquired.

"Everlight's Chronicles..." The small mare replied.

"Long, long ago. There were only two forces in existence, the Darkness: slick, slender, physical, corrupted and perilous. And the Light; bright, vivid, abstract, pure and righteous.
Ugh... You know what? NO! I don't feel like telling it all again, would you just read back the notes you made earlier or something? Maybe copy those and paste them here? We're kinda in the middle of something here!"

This is what Everlight told me after I asked her for a brief description of our story. But I guess that's not possible to explain in such few words so easily. Especially when you're being chased by a band of diamond dogs!

Anyhoof, my name is Scribble Writer and yes, I know that's a kinda obvious name for a writer, but I guess that's what you get when you're born in a family of writers...

But I digress, my name is Scribble Writer and this is the story of our adventure. The adventure of the last known Protectors of the Light...