Anon vs. Sadness

> I awaken in the guest bedchambers of the royal palace
> I strain to rise, my wounds are only partially healed
> the night sky is awake, crying
What is the matter, Luna?
> "Oh nothing, Anon, nothing you should concern yourself with"
Tell me, I do not wish for my mate to be upset
> "I've been having bad thoughts, that is all"
> I do not question it further
> I make my way back to Ponyville, and make my way home
> a knock on the door
> it is Rarity
> "Anon, may I come in for a bit?"
You are always welcome
> "I have something to tell you anon"
> she speaks in a higher tone
> "We, the girls and I.....think you are the cause of all these attacks"
What!? I would never allow harm to my friends!
> "but all these attacks.....they were creatures you knew of"
> I attempt to refute, but cannot muster an arguement
> "we.... we think it's best if you don't associate with us anymore"
> I jump at hearing this
> "I'm sorry"
> she exits my house
> I am forbidden from interaction with my friends
> I cannot remove the thought from my head
> I sit, the statement repeating in my ears
> Misery overcomes me
> I lock every door
> I block all the windows
If my friends consider me such a threat, that I must be banished, the others will surely hate me
> I hold onto one glimmer of hope, the night sky
> my mate still loves me
> I eagerly await nightfall, so that I can reassure that I am loved
> the night sky arrives
> I rush to her, seeking an embrace
> I hold her firmly, but I do not feel her love
> I look into her eyes, they are not ones of happiness
> "Anon, we must talk"
> I fear the worst
> "I fear that I may not love you"
Do not give into such temptations
> she stiffens, and chokes on tears
> "My sister..."
She has been reborn
> the night sky explodes
> "She would not have died in the first place had you not been here!"
> my heart shrivels
> my sole glimmer of hope dies with those words
> I slump to the floor
> the night sky only looks to me, in hope that I can assure her otherwise
> I cannot
> She departs, leaving me alone in the dark room
the gods, so eager to aid me, now laugh at my suffering
> I walk in a daze, unsure of what should be done
> I exit my house, and enter the cool night air
> banished from my homeland, and hated in this realm
> I walk to the park
> I sit atop a hill, searching the night sky for answers
> it is silent
> I ponder what could be done
> I draw my ceremonial dagger
you have been used for many a sacrifice to please the gods, now, you shall sacrifice to bring sorrow to them
> I hold my arm outward, pointing the blade to me
> I hold for a moment, preparing myself
> I thrust
> no one shall worry of my bringing troubles anymore
> "heya mister, whatcha doing?"
> I drop the dagger
> three small pony children stand before me
> "why ya got a knife?"
> too ashamed of what had nearly transpired, I didn't respond
> "well?"
I...I was going to put an end to my sadness
> "how were you gonna do that?"
I was going to cast a spell, so that the knife could cut the sadness out of me
> they eye each other for a moment with a look of incredulity
> they push the matter no further
> "we could help you with your sadness!"
how?
> "Cutiemark Crusader Therapists!"
> I am confused, but humor them
> "follow us"
> they lead me to a tree, in which is built a shack
> we climb the tree
> "lay here"
> I lay on the couch provided
> one of the three, a whitish child with a horn, brings a chair
> the other two follow
> "now, why are you upset?"
I...I have been abandoned by my friends
> they write onto a piece of paper
> "why did they abandon you?"
you remember all the attacks that happened?
> "yes, were you involved with them?"
They think I am
> the yellow one with a bow speaks
> "why would they think something like that!?"
.....because I knew what the creatures were, they were from my home
> the girls recoil in shock
I did not intend for them to come here! I did not mean for my friends to be hurt! I try to protect them! I try to stop the monsters!
> the orange one speaks now
> "why did they come here?"
I know not.
> I begin to shed tears
> the one with the bow tries to calm me
> "aww..don't cry"
> the orange one chimes in
> "yeah! it's not your fault!"
no one here holds any trust for me. They all think that I am the cause of these problems!
> the white one speaks
> "we don't think you are"
> I look to the three
> they show compassion in their eyes
> "what were you really doing in the park?"
I was going to end my sadness
> the stare at me, unsatisfied
I was going to take my own life
> they tense at the thought, but don't appear dissuaded from their helping me
> a voice calls out from the dark
> "Applebloom! get down here, it's late!"
> the one in the bow responds with an audible moan
> she bids the other two, and I, farewell
> "Sweetie belle! You too!"
> the white one snorts, and follows the one with the bow down the tree
> the fruit farmer speaks to her sister
> "What were y'all doing up there?"
> "I was talking with Mr. Anon"
> Rarity scolds the white one
> "don't you go near him, he's dangerous"
> "No, he's not! He's kind, he cares!"
> "He's brought us nothing but trouble"
> the orange one looks at me, seeing how the words sting
> she walks slowly over to me, and sits next to me
> "I don't think you're dangerous"
> I smile through my tears
> the fruit farmer and the one with the bow now join in the arguement
> "Now girls, y'all need to understand, he's the reason those things attacked us ponies"
> "No he's not, he doesn't know why they came here, and he never wanted them here in the first place!"
> "it doesn't matter if he wanted them here or not, the fact is that they were here, and they damaged so much, and hurt so many ponies because they were"
> "He tried to protect y'all. He did the best he could to stop them!"
> the orange one motions for me to go down
> I climb down the tree
> the argument falls silent
> Rarity speaks
> "oh...hello Anon"
I could hear what you were saying
> "oh, could you?"
> the fruit farmer speaks
> "look Anon, we're awful sorry, but it's the truth"
no, it's not
> "beg your pardon?"
these little ones, they speak the truth, and I would like them to speak one more truth. Please, tell them what happened at the park.
> the white one speaks, head lowered
> "he was gonna kill himself"
> Rarity and the fruit farmer look astonished
I only wanted your happiness, I sought to protect you any way possible.
> "but darling, you don't have to go about doing that"
If I have no friends to live for, I could just end my life, and stop all the troubles I bring unto you
> the two look at eachother for a moment
> they lower their ears
> "we didn't mean to hurt y'all that much, we thought y'all were the reason the monsters came"
I have no control over it, and I would not ever wish harm to you
> "we're sorry for causing you so much grief"
May we be friends again?
> "I reckon so"
> I feel my lip quiver as the joy fills me to the brim
> the three children climb onto me, cheering
> I giggle as I wrestle with the little ones
> I rise from the ground
> I stare at the two of my friends for a moment
> I lean in and hug them, which they readily accept
Many thanks
> the two call their respective sisters home
> I wish the orange one a good night, and head to bed