I’ll tell you a story, traveler, but I won’t sin against the truth. Cover your eyes, listen to the words that rumors brought to me.

There was a century when only peace and quiet reigned and everyone lived together , both old and young. And there were no wars, sorrows, adversities, Since then, not the first year of darkness has passed.

The time of darkness has come and Canterlot has fallen, Now the ponies have no usual troubles. In the wanderings of life while away their lives, In the Wasteland to look for meager food.

There are no more hopes, the darkness has swallowed them all, That darkness that everyone hid in their souls, Is there still a soul left? A controversial question. They can kill you here for an ear of wheat.

You ask, my friend, is there still light? The answer will not be an indisputable “no.” The answer will not be a short “yes,” These words have almost no meaning.

I’ll tell you a story, traveler, but I won’t sin against the truth. Cover your eyes, listen to the words that the rumor brought to me.

About the gray pegasus, tell me my story, Oh the one who did not accept the Enclave's order. My tale is about a sorceress who gives light, Fleeing from sorrows, anger and troubles.

About a pony whose face is hidden by armor - It is not often that you can hear her laugh - I will tell you, I will fulfill the order. Now listen to the true story...