I'm gonna run out of paper if I'm not careful. Long story.
Anyhow, a long time ago, there were magic mirrors between this Equestria---that's this world---and other worlds. Other Equestrias, and places nothing like here. I'm actually from one of those other Equestrias. Mostly like here, but a bit different.
You came through the mirror, pulled by the mare at the center of all this: Calice. She's got terrifying powers, watches over us all like a hawk. And slowly she's drawing us all in, pulling ponies one by one into the dead world inside her. She wants to absorb everything. All there is to know, all we are---to stamp it out. At least as far as I can figure.
[There's more to this story, more that's shaken her to her core, but maybe she shouldn't tell him quite yet.]
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Anyhow, a long time ago, there were magic mirrors between this Equestria---that's this world---and other worlds. Other Equestrias, and places nothing like here. I'm actually from one of those other Equestrias. Mostly like here, but a bit different.
You came through the mirror, pulled by the mare at the center of all this: Calice. She's got terrifying powers, watches over us all like a hawk. And slowly she's drawing us all in, pulling ponies one by one into the dead world inside her. She wants to absorb everything. All there is to know, all we are---to stamp it out. At least as far as I can figure.
[There's more to this story, more that's shaken her to her core, but maybe she shouldn't tell him quite yet.]