In a hotel off the side of Las Vegas, there sits a man with a glass of scotch in his hand and staring out the window. It was the year 2025 and the world calmly and anxiously awaits the decision of the leaders of the world.

Do they launch the nukes to save themselves? Or do they simply negotiate?

To the man this did not matter. He had seen countless wars. He had seen them end, and had seen them begin. He didn’t even care anymore. He would simply watch as the world burned.

No this man wasn’t invincible. Not this man had no regeneration abilities. His body simply refused to die. He had been stabbed, slashed, drowned, burned, buried alive, and even shot multiple times in the chest. Yet he didn’t die. He felt every second of pain they each brought and he lived through it. Age seemed to plainly ignore him as well seeing as he was practically stuck in a state of a middle aged man. This was his curse. He would watch everything that this world would go through and live to tell about it.

This man was called longaevus (Long-A-Vus), he chose it from Latin meaning 'Long lived'. He though his was quite fitting for him as he took this name over many others as it was one of the only things he cared to remember. He was six foot even and had coal black hair along with a five O'clock shadow to help complete his slobbish look. His black suit was undone and tattered, his white undershirt untucked and his pants wrinkled from the night’s events all covering his scarred and broken body. His almost cold and unforgiving ice blue eyes had an almost permanent tone of apathy to them.

He sniffed as he gazed out the window and took a slow sip from his glass. Licking his lips to clear them of the flavor of his beverage, he simply got up and walked to the window as he heard the audible siren from the evacuation shelter. He sighed as he knew what would happen next. The bomb would hit. People would die. War would erupt. And he would simply sit and watch.

But somehow this time was different. As he watched the missile cruise from the sky, leaving a sickening trail of thick black smoke, he realized something.

“This is the end. This is the end of humanity. May life...” He said with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “... Begin a new!”

He finished his drink and let it drop to the ground before he raised his arms in the air as if he was trying to signal someone and held them there as he saw the missile smash into the middle of the city. With a massive, blinding, white glow the explosion tore through the cities incinerating everything in it’s wake. The blast hit his hotel making the building crumble and burning the clothes on his body leaving charred and barely holding clothing hanging from his body.

As the building crumbled underneath him, he frowned. He survived the blast. He let out an angry growl before he shouted out his frustrations as he fell into the depths of the ruins that used to be a hotel, burying him alive. Here was his tomb. His everlasting torment until he was unburied. Tears simply escaped his eyes as he closed them. He would sleep. He would ignore the hunger. The malnourishment. The dehydration. Everything. Until the sun hit his eyes, he would not even think of opening his eyes.

And here he waited. Pondering his past, sleeping, and waiting for the sun to shine on him again. The only three things that ever crossed his mind.

Here in Las Pegasus, there was a excavating team unburying the ruins of an archeological find that would shape the history books of Equestrians everywhere! A lavender Alicorn oversaw this dig as it would be extremely important that every high end scholar was here to see what would be undug from the clutches of the unforgiving dirt.

Twilight took in a deep breath of air as the last of the dirt was taken away. She exhaled it nervously as she watched the dig teams pull pile after pile and mound after mound of dirt up to the normal level of ground to be taken and placed into the ever increasing hills of dirt that dotted the land around the dig.

Twilight was nervous, if not slightly terrified, of what she would find in these ruins of a culture long passed. Celestia was adamant that she be here, as she would need to have a great responsibility some time. As the last of the dirt had been pulled out a mud and grime covered earth pony stallion with a shovel on his back came running up with a smile.

“Princess Twilight! We have uncovered the ruins! They are able to be accessed now!” He said almost hopping in place. Twilight’s excitement, and nervousness, was so great that she was afraid she would faint right there and then.

“Well what are we waiting for! Grab the flashlights and let’s go!” She said with a grand smile running down into the hole of dirt as the other pony bolted off to the supply tent to grab the flashlight helmets.

No more than a few minutes later Twilight, along with a team of several diggers, archaeologists, and a couple anthropologists, were taking their first steps into the broken entrance of the ruins. As they walked in they immediately noticed several things. One being, that this particular ruin seemed to be the living area of somepony, if not many ponies. Even more curious, the technology they found, some broken, some still in operable condition, was far more advanced than they hoped to see in their lifetime, save for Twilight.

They grabbed several devices, art pieces that littered the halls, and bits of decorative items like furniture and some vases. As they were exiting, Twilight found something rather fascinating. It was a large pile of rubble that seemed to be in the corner of the room near the entrance. Even stranger still this rubble seemed almost out of place. As if what was there was not meant to be there. She had seen it when she had come in and paid it no mind at first, but now that she had a second glance, something almost seemed a miss. She walked over to the rubbled, noticing that Celestia’s sun was low enough to provide light enough for her to take her helmet off and she inspected the rubble.

As she looked over the pile of rocks and concrete she found a small piece of burnt cloth, long decayed and possibly petrified. She tugged at it for a moment, but failed to retrieve it as it was firmly stuck into place. She gave a small huff before using a bit of magic to lift some stones away to grab the specimen.

“I can’t simply leave this here! It would be silly to pick up everything and leave this small sample here to decay in the dark.” She justified as she took the stones away. One by one they floated away until she found something that made her heart stop. Something that made all the stones in her magical grip drop to the ground. Several ponies ran in to see what the commotion and to make sure there wasn't a cave in. The main digger, a mare clad in a hard hat and a shovel firmly strapped to her back, was the first to reach Twilight.

“Princess Twilight! Are you oka-.... Oh my goddess...” The mare said as she and several other walked over and gazed upon what Twilight had found. “I-is that....”

Twilight nodded almost too stupefied to realize the gravity of the situation. She gulped down a bit of her own saliva to wet her throat before she uttered out.

“It is... It’s a one of them. The... Humans.”

Author's Notes:

Long lived and The long lived have different Translations in case you are wondering.
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