The Secret History of the New Princess

By White Eyes

I write this, in my exile in Oatwheel, to posterity alone, for, though I wish I could reveal it now, the cost of doing so would undoubtedly be my life. I hope that it might still be relevant and useful to whoever finds it. Perhaps you future ponies find yourselves under the rule of the this alicorn. I hope that my fears about her intentions were unfounded, in which case this document will be a mere curiosity. But if they were not, I hope that you will be able to find some way to use it against her, and regain the freedom that is your right.

Fifty years ago, I was a young and foolish stallion of nineteen years, going by by birth name Vorpal Pin. I had been gifted with considerable and early magical aptitude, and already graduated Radiance Magical College in my hometown with high honors. I began graduate studies at the Crooked Tower, but I was dissatisfied with the plodding pace of my work. When the lich Risen Bones arranged I was terribly susceptible to We traveled the depths of Equus, first as master and apprentice, and then also as friends.