Part: 1
Well who is going to stop me if I tell this tale to you all? Anyone No, then let us begin. I am… I … Well I guess that's not too important who I really am, is it? Well if anything I will tell you my homely generated name Mr. Fink. Where to start well how about the fiction, Let me frank when I say all you've come to know about the history of Equestria might just be missing a few minor details. Though the dates escape me I can tell you it was not long after the fall of Discord. Myself and a team had been conjuring up as much dark and light magic as possible. Making sure each drop was as pure as gold, and keeping them separated at all times. But one night a Tinker Beetle, Which was more or less a larger counterpart to the modern day mosquito, had entered the premises. But unlike the mosquito they have a raging unnatural craving for magic power. It soon found the vile of condensed light magic and with its blade like nose sucked out all 11 ounces. It then moved on to the dark magic, and by the time I had arrived he was already filled with the other ounces. For a brief second I gazed at this creature and then, an explosion so massive it would years later become the crevasse that sits at the edge of the Evergrey forest. Now we didn't know it yet but that super charged magic had just gained conciseness, a dark force you would soon know it as the being that created Nightmare moon. The Dark magic saw Luna as a perfect host filled with sadness. The Dark magic force was not all that was discovered that day, the very land itself started to grow and move all its own with no pony's intervention. An then there was myself how I had survived such a catastrophic explosion without a scratch Remained to be seen but much later I would discover the other effect it had on me.
Not long after news had spread that Nightmare moon had been Defeated be the hands of her own sister. It did not take long after for them to trace the dark magic origins to me. That morning I received a knock at the door, a carriage with rope and guards ready to take me to the castle. They left me in a room where the princess soon strove in with a look; I wished had never been seen. And with the harshest punishment she could think of she covered me up so no pony knew the things I had done. 100 years in the darkest room at the bottom of the castle just long enough so any ponies I had cared about was gone and myself forgotten. The days slowly grew into years and so on. With one meal being server every day celesta was sure I had perished or gone mad.
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