War never changes, and endings are unknowable.
It could have ended any other way, and perhaps it did.
I have been taken for mad in my first attempts at telling this story. I mean it was believed that unicorns could someday come to be the destruction of this land, but that all races would take a part in its end, that alicorns could even exist, and what even is a zebra, and that such an end, such a wasteland could be undone?
I have been taken for crazy, imaginative at best, and I have come to know well that such a story can't be believed.
But recent events have given me hope.
The gathering at the lighthouse and the preceding peace between the races of all ponies have given me hope that maybe at least the symbolism of my tale, some truth behind it can last.
Even if you don't believe me, please cherish my tail, the truth behind it.
Hope can be found in the deepest depths, evil can come from the best ponies, and good from the worst, and green rather life or rot cannot last forever.
Before I can share how it ended, I have to share my beginning, and what was at the time my understanding of the beginning that ended Equestria as it had once been.
It is quite possible that due to the events in this tale, that no pony knows what a stable is, not as I once knew them to be, or pip bucks, or megaspells thank Celestia…
Do ya' ll even remember her in these times?
well, we will get into that later.
I am hesitant to tell you what a megaspell is for fear of bringing that evil back into this world…
Though I suppose one must know something of them for this story to make any sense…
So here it goes
How do I describe magaspells… as an earth pony I never truly understood the inner workings of spells… a good friend of mine described the magaspell as such...Magaspells are, or where powerful magic, a weaving together of different spells to accomplish an otherwise impossible goal. these that brought the end of Equestria, many of them, all going off all about at the same time not just destroying, but corrupting the land, endowing it with an evil deadly taint, each cast by a small menagerie of parties, each reacting to each other's spite or something like that.
Magaspells were the end of Equestria, and the stables were her salvation.
Great steel bunkers, designed to seal off and protect ponies from the explosions and falling out of that time, and what would come after, some stables ceiling away ponies for centuries after their closing. They worked, somewhat…Not everypony made it to a stable, and not every stable was safe for one reason or another, but that was before my time.
I was born in one of these stables,
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It seems that each stable had a quirk of its own, each stable being not just a safe haven for ponies fleeing the horrors of magaspells and destruction, but also great social experiments, each stable being slightly different, in not just in their construction, but in the way there social structure had been set up by Stable Tech.
Among them for example a stable designed to have only stallions in charge or a stable to treat Celestia as more of a goddess figure, or a stable in which the computer is left in charge, exedra exedra….
My stable's quirk is that its ponies had been given a great purpose, a task so sacred that it even affected the magic of our cutie marks, each of us receiving a single silver pen as our mark, our destiny.
It had been set up so that the destiny of any pony admitted or later born into stable (error:404 information-not-found)
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It had been set up so that the destiny of any pony admitted or later born into stable 000B
would be to watch, listen and record the happenings of Equestria… and only to record, never to interfere.
Perhaps the theory being that a life of pensive reflection could be the key to utopia, perhaps the thought being that a passive hooves off approach could have been the end to war, and would lead to a peaceful Equestria.
I tended to disagree.