It began with tears, it makes sense it ends with them.

I was there in the early days, when dragons roamed free. I remember the fire and brimstone, I remember the roaring thunders, I remember the skies in darkness and when the coal fell from the clouds there was nothing but a single pony and a golden egg.

i remember the lad, curious and wide-eyed. The bearded one was a good master, his eyes always looking years in advance. He named the stars and planets and the lad smiled.

I was a gift to the haughty princess, passed from mentor to student and then to royalty. She tried to reject me but her admiration for the young lad was stronger. I giggled under my wing, I was the only one who noticed when their hooves touched.

I remember the other princess, standing in solitary guard night after night, waiting for a signal from the stars but there was only the shadow of the resented moon.

I remember the pranks and the laughs; I remember meeting a youngling from my kind, now he and the dragon that walked like pony soar skies unknown.

I feel the end approaching, I must burn ten times and no more and this is the final one. My master caresses my head, her gentle touch still intact even after her body aged. So many master, I have come full circle from master to student to a student turned master. She smiles at me, makes a final annotation in her journal and gives me a last kiss.

It ends with tears, it can't be helped, death without promise of return bring nothing but sorrow but my final song will be one of glory. She lifts me with her soft lavender magic and moves me to the window so I can see the sun one final time.

I cry and my whole being burst in flames, leaving but just a pile of ashes.