I felt myself smile as the stone cracked around me. Free, after such a long time I'm finally free. I felt my anger flare up once again. Tricked, by the two Princesses when I told them something they didn't like. I had been the one to give them the means to fight evils, and in the end... They turned on me. My powers, being far too much for them to handle. I was a threat to them, and their ponies. That's how they their betrayal.

Trapped by the very elements I helped uncover. Blamed, for the wars I tried to stop. I was sentenced to an eternity in stone. But now I'm back. Turned to stone... Petrified... maybe even death would have been better. But no, they encased me in stone, using the elements that by definition will never kill. It kept me alive, for my past thousand and something years, I've been stuck inside a shell, unable to move, see, smell, hear or taste anything. The only thing I could do was feel. Feel my lungs burning for me to take a breath, feel my muscles turn to nothing as they were fed to my brain. I even felt my inner organs, as they almost died, not allowed to rot and decompose. I was kept alive, tortured for eternity, with no magical ability what so ever to keep the pain away, to make my body better.

My mind, the only thing intact from this, lies in a brain on the brink of rotting. And yet, with time, my anger ebbed away. It was a weird, and like always, a painful process. But it eventually died as I drew myself deeper into my mind, trying to shield my essence, myself from the pain. And now, it all came back at once as I am released.

As the stone falls off of me, I feel the painful wind, the cold I haven't felt in over an eon. And it hurts. It all hurts so much, the sun, the gravity, the magic. It all slams into me at once, preventing me from drawing my first breath in forever. Unable to support myself in any way at all, be it by muscle or magic, I fall to the ground, still unable to draw breath.

I never thought of it as possible, but even now, the pain only increases, I need to breathe. And as I do, I feel it. The world has changed since I was gone. Is all I can think as the air begins to travel through me. I can feel it, as small hurtful little ice pellets within my lungs and bloodstream. Having been without it for so long, it hurts me to even take in something so essential to life. I feel it reach my brain, and I feel knowledge return. Not only is my brain finally able to breathe, but I am finally, once again able to know what is going on.

And how the world has changed without me. I smile as I feel myself loosing consciousness. All that matters is that I'm back, and there isn't any way for them to reach me here and now. Still with a smile, I fall into the void of my consciousness

As I come too, I feel myself smile again. Even before I open my eyes, I know I'm in a hospital. And it's not because of the beeping of a heart monitor, the smell of medicine, or the bright lights. It's because I always know where I'm at. How could I not? I am the Guide after all.

I know I've had the best possible treatment they could administer to me, and I also know why. I am the one who instructed them. Anything asked of me while I'm asleep I will always answer. I won't always tell what the speaker wants to hear, since I've trained my subconscious to withhold information I wouldn't give out while awake.

I had learnt from my mistakes, many mistakes. Some more terrible than others, but i the end, I had ended up more wise than before. No knowledge could ever substitute real life experience.