After hours of arduous labor, Starswirl descends from his tower while gazing at the sparkling night sky. He sighs dejectedly, defeated because he cannot complete his final spell. Starswirl created magic that bent the wills of the sun, the moon, and even time itself, but when the fate of the land was on the line, he had failed. Equestria's last mighty hero has fallen. Hope is forever extinguished. The one spell that could heal this land will never be completed. Starswirl reaches the bottom of his tower and collapses to the ground in fitful sobs. His time is neigh. Like everypony before him, he lies in waiting for the Plague to take him. Quietly, he begins chanting his secret, unfinished masterpiece, even though he knows it will not help.

From one to another, another to one
A mark of one's destiny single out alone fulfilled