Fairiegirl101

     The cycle of day and night has spun on since time immemorial- an endless dance through the heavens that ancient races of ponies mimicked through sacred rituals and molded into their theology. They worshipped the sun and the moon equally, because the sun and moon were equals in the heavens and therefore should be equals in their lives. This was accepted for hundreds and hundreds of years, yet most of modern pony-kind knows nothing of their ancestor’s religions thanks to the Age of Discord, in which most of pony’s recorded history was either destroyed or altered so fundamentally by the draconequus that it became malleable and t

I can still remember, in a time not so long ago, that I would go to my father for advice. He always seemed so wise, so clever and so smart that no answer ever seemed to be out of his reach. He always seemed to know just what to say when I needed him, and he always assured me that he would be there for me. But now, in the place of my father, I see a bitter old man, whose face is twisted by hatred, anger, and the resentment of his years, and I can't help but wonder... where has my father gone? He was not always the most compassionate man, but he was a man of reason, who always could think things through with a cool head, even when I could not