Death's Doors

I had this odd idea for a branch of mythology and, rather than hog it to myself for use in a fan fic I'll probably never finish, I thought I'd offer it up as food for thought in an RP.

Tell me what you think?


A lone and powerful sorcerer sits upon a mountain top, with little but his studies into magic and his telescope to occupy his twilight years. He spends his time exploring magic as a whole, attempting to understand where it comes from and the limits of it's abilities. He attempts to explore the ravines of the mana and plot the rapids within the seemingly endless supply of journals he keeps. His lair is nothing but a library. A place from where he can observe the world through the glass, watching the activity below with all the interest of an ant farm.

The story here gets choppy as retelling of the same tale tends to do. Some say that he lived long enough so observe an entire generation of ponies in the village below pass on, baffled by how their presence was swept away by all but their families and closest friends. Others tell of attacks on the village from a large range of hostile creatures, even snails if your not looking to take things seriously. Where the tales begin to over lap again was when the Sorcerer refused to believe that they could leave such a temporary and fragile mark on this world. Those that remember that pony would surely vanish as well, with time.

It seemed cruel that there wasn't something else that recorded such an existence as a life.

So, The Sorcerer searches through his notes and experiments with the intention of finding anyway way that life might be recorded by nature and magic. He found nothing.

He was disheartened and now beginning to feel his own strength ebb away. If there was no mechanism for recording such a thing as a life, then he would create it.

The Sorcerer puts his remaining years into the research and completion of a titanic library. The mountain top currently has been removed, placed instead in the only place where the telescope could see everything that is outside of everything including time. The complicated, ocular device feeds its data into books that are constantly writing themselves as they sit on the shelves, scratching away to engrave another lifetime within the pages. Strange, clockwork librarians roam the still active halls to fetch and carry books to where they are intended to be. The Library of Life hasn't ended it's ceaseless recording for generations. If you live in Equestria, you have every action, thought, dream, desire and spoken word recorded in third-person narrative.

Now, what could you possibly do with such information?

 

I though it would be a sort of Indiana Jones like thing. An ancient treasure is found and the heroes have to stop the bad guys from abusing it.

In this case, I figured that such a library would be stupidly powerful in use with blackmail. I figured a jealous queen would attempt to use this library to muscle her way into anything she liked: greater wealth, ownership of land, anything.

 

Good good.

 

Looks like I'll have to put this one in motion rather soon...