Prologue
Have you ever wondered why the children of Equestria are blessed with names, destinies, and cutie marks that are woven together so cohesively? Parents cannot predict their child's special talent. They cannot predict the future, but I can.
It is my duty to remain in isolation as I conjure the magic that guides fillies and colts towards their destinies. For thousands upon thousands of years this task has fallen upon the shoulders of the draconequus race. A deep understanding of the chaotic nature of fate and mastery of a powerful imagination are vital to properly assigning names and designing cutie marks.
I remember the day I ascended to this honored position. From that day onward, my sole contact to my home dimension was the princess of the night. Each visit, she would carry news of expecting mares. Reaching into the fabrics of time and space, I would unravel the filly or colt's future, and to guide that fragile life, I would send back two gifts. The first, delivered to the dreams of the parents: a name for the unborn filly. The second, hidden in the child's soul: the cutie mark that will one day reveal itself. This is the only medium through which I may communicate prophesies, both for the individual pony and Equestria's future.
But, I am weary. From afar I observed the destruction of my race. Immortality and eternal youth are of no significance to me. Despite the joy of observing Classical-Era Equestria from afar, I wish to rejoin my race in the afterlife. However honor binds me to this lonely existence until I pass on my title.
There is only one creature left in Equestria capable to inheriting this ancient honor. And only one who can prepare her.
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