User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7562999-20170323165104

The Chancellor looks at Goldenheart for confirmation, and the black mage nods. The Chancellor looks at Levi with intrigue. "Very interesting. Genuine love between a mare and her parasite. How very interesting. So once again, I ask Goldenheart. How did the machine work?"

Goldenheart swallows nerviously. "Uh, it was an altered teleportation spell...The machine uses a concentrated burt of energy to tear a hole in one reality and bring us into the void between universes. Then, it finds the one we want and punches another hole...Then, when we leave, the holes are repaired and the bridge is closed."

The Chancellor leans back and looks at the sky. "I see...a very interesting way of doing it. We have yet to create such a machine, and I believe we never will."

GH: "You-you won't? Why?"

The Chancellor smiles dryly. "Why should we? We are already in paradise. We need not to venture out to other worlds."

Goldenheart looks at her hooves. "I see."

The Chancellor turns back to Levi. "It has been a very long time since I've seen a stallion or male changeling. It must have been over ten thousand years ago. In the Time Before. There were once equine in all shapes in sizes. They aged, the got sick, they died. Their goal was only to reproduce and die. Then, my creator, Discord, liberated the species from this fate by wiping the slate clean. he destroyed all but one pony. Me. He then made eight others like me. We were the Nine Sages. He produced less powerful versions of us over time, Duchess Alpha is one of them. Then, he disappeared and one by one, the Nine Sages died in the war against The Others. I am the only one left, the sole leader. I took on the name "The Chancellor". I had the power to create new ponies, and I carried on the task left to me by my creator. We are seperate from time now. All that live here do not age...Or so they think."

The Chancellor sighs. "As you can see, I have aged. It is very slow, but I feel older now. Much older. The strain of maintaining an entire race by myself has been tiring. Not to mention The Others stirring up a resistance every now and again. It is a shame..."

The Chancellor bows her head. "I wish I still had my sisters to help me...I miss them dearly..."

A single tear strikes the ground.