The Chronicle of Equestria - Prologue (By 7, A reaper)

[The Prime Reaper 180]

Lately, i have found the quite interesting historical scrolls talking about the history of Equestria. Hi! I am a Reaper who have lived for 6000 years but many of my companions considered me young among them. 

The prologue of my upcoming historical book about everything has happened before Celestia and Luna and even before that. An archreaper called 7, who has written the first book of Equestria and i am going to finish what he has left. I started with a prologue about him in which to honor the memory of a great reaper who brought us the intel to public.

This is the prologue before the first chapter which will come after today.

 

Adventuring  forward  the  Great  Forest  of  Lingering Souls, take a jump in the end of  the forest and sliding down on the Waterfall of Souls where all souls being centralized in the Vault of Souls  where  they will be transported through designated locations were given by God.  But looking on the left,  you will see the dark bluish and purple great door;  the door where the lost knowledge of the ages were stored there in the form of memories, the library was so great that you will take countless years to study the knowledge stored inside the scrolls of memories. 

A dark,tall, lingering cold robed apparent comes passing the great door; on his right hand two other  apparents  are distributing the scrolls of knowledge to its proper location in the shelves of  lifeless unrotting dark woods. Those apparents were once the wandering  souls in the endless  eternal void but my uncle Death adopted them to become the Reapers who doing his biddings to maintain the balance of nature.

That tall apparent is actually an ArchReaper, his name is 7; one of the oldest Reaper in the universe.  7 sits down on the visible seemed thin air dusted chair; he takes one of the empty pages on the darkening table. He takes the quill inked with the purplish color of mysterious sweetness, he stops to think for a second and looking upon the great latern in the middle of the librabry with the greenish and charming light. He murmurs a word with the tone of amazement : “Equestria!”; he immediately put his quill on the paper and writing with the unstoppable passion. He writes his divine whispering crows and whispers the ideas from his hood; he whispers : “Once upon the current of endless time, there was an existential planet called Equestria …….