Welcome, dear reader. I hope that these words find in you a seeker of truth, just as the humble writer that places his work now beneath your eyes. My name is Welkin Gazer, and I am a scholar of the history of our beloved Equestria. I have lived traveling to the farthest corners and highest peaks of this world, crossing the roads that lead from horizon to horizon, learning and recording the places, dealings, events and lives from past and present that have given shape to our world and will found the grounds upon where the generations to come shall stand.

You see, my dear friend, the past shapes the present as this moment establishes the future. We are subjected to the consequences the happenings that were. To free ourselves from the shackles of a dreaded fate, there is no other way than acknowledge the steps that brought us here. My life has been devoted to build a path for you to walk alongside my words, for these are the records of the stories and legends that dyed the colors of the Equestrian folklore, which have inspired dreams and fed nightmares for entire generations. You may consider the stories that follow these words to be fantasies or fiction, but if you do, dear friend, I’m afraid you would be mistaken. The scars over history are always left behind by some deep wound and just as our flesh history shows without fail the record of those wounds. Through stories, legends, songs, prayers and many more ways, our kind has stored those wounds deep inside our culture.

Fueled by the drive of discovering the wounds behind those scars, I crossed the land and gathered the traces left behind such tales, pieces from our past that have dented our lives with their powerful myths. Heroes of bravery without precedent, artifacts of terrible might, lands filled with wonders, creatures of borne from both divine and wicked womb . Our world holds the fabric of legend among its days and nights and it is from here that these stories find their origin.

Just as the magnificent dream embodied into flesh and magic that our Empress of the Sun is, the unlimited amount of legends that sprout throughout our world is never ending: as the stars that once were guarded by the mare in the moon, her legend and prophecy is true and waiting to ensue. The secrets of thousand other stories are waiting for souls like yours to find and unveil their wonders.

Now as I see how the dusk of my life is drawing nigh, I can tell you, dear reader, that the words that will follow these are the testament of my travels, and the joy of my times. My efforts now rely on you and with them, the hope that they will be able to ignite a spark in your heart that will burn with the flames of discovery, pulling you towards the desire of knowing more. These are my final wishes. These are:

The Tales of a Millennium