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- >Day irrelevant since comming to Equestria
- >You have lived in that magical world for many years now
- >A crack of sunlight, that damnable waking ray, rouses you from rest
- "Celestia, can't you let an old man rest?"
- >You ask aloud only to be met with silence
- >Your room is adorned with many a trophy from your years on Equestria
- >A feather of a Phoenix, a horn of a Minotar, and pictures all over your walls
- >And extra layers of dust to show how long they've sat
- >You have seen much that this world had to offer
- >"You are old, Anon"
- >Your bones speak to you reminding you of your age daily
- "I know."
- >Your life cannot hold to this form much longer, and you too shall pass, as all your friends have before you.
- >"You are old, Anon"
- >Your joints this time, cracking and creaking with each little movement, your daily routine of pain just to get out of bed
- "I know."
- >You whisper between a seethe as you pull yourself to sitting
- >Your gnarled hand grabs your cane and you rise to your feet
- >your hips crack loudest, a pain all to familiar
- >Your eyes reach your mirror, hung from the door so many many years ago
- >Oh how long you would preen yourself, make yourself presentable for the female of your species that you held out for
- >But never arrived
- >"You are very old, Anon."
- >Your reflection tells you from the mirror on the door
- >Your face lined with wrinkles, your cheeks sagging, and your eyes drooping
- >No hair on your head to speak of
- "I know."
- >You garb yourself in silence, very few ponies could prepare you clothing as well as when you first arrived,
- >The memories would have already faded were it not for the pictures to remind you
- >It doesn't much matter, you are ready to meet the day and you head downstairs
- >You make it to the bottom of the stairs much faster than normal, you don't like it
- >You also don't like the sudden stabbing pain in your left side and your chest
- >"You are very very old, Anon."
- >Your heart tells you
- "I-I know."
- >You suddenly feel that you are not alone
- >A dark cloaked figure is in your living room, softly sipping on a cup of coffee
- >You do not need to ask to know who this is as you writhe in pain on the ground
- >The figure sets down the intricate cup softly on the counter and drops to it's feet
- >You clearly see it's legs moving but it makes no sound, it merely glides towards you
- >From your broken form you almost feel a sense of pity and sadness from this creature as it kneels to you.
- >From mouth unseen comes an unnerving, yet calming voice whispers into your ear
- >"It's time"
- >You can hear the pity in it's voice, the sound of a voice pained by what it does, seeing this time and time again yet knowing it has to do what it has to do
- "I...I know."
- >Your voice cracks, part from fear and part from pain
- >It rises back up to it's feet and softly nudges your hand with it's hoof
- >...
- >Black is all you see
- >your vision is invaded by
- >A bright flash of light
- >A dark stary sky
- >A color that can only describe love
- >A flurry of colors barrage your mind
- >A voice, so bubbly, yet concerned, starts to work it's way into the fore of your mind
- >"Anon? Anooooon? Hey Anonymous! Wake up silly face!
- >A rapid jabbing at your side brings you crashing back down with a jolt
- >Your eyes crack and you take what feels like the first breath of your life as your vision is flooded by pink
- >You know this creature
- "P-Pinkie? What gives, why were you hitting me?"
- >A look, it's subtle, but you've seen that look. To the untrained eye this bubbly pony was as happy as can be, but a discerning eye could see both relief and grief etched upon her pink, happy facade
- >However, that expression leads to one of pure joy, the joy you remember from what feels like ages ago...and just yesterday
- >"You fell asleep party buddy, and on today of all days, come on the others are waiting!"
- >She's already bouncing away
- "I know"
- >Today will be a good day
- >The pink equine keeps coming back and racing ahead, guiding you through this odd field when you see a hill form up
- >You see them, seated around a blanket
- >Your old friends, 5 mares seated at the blanket, talking so jovially
- >And others already seated at the blanket
- >"D-do you know them, Anon?"
- >You see them, and you know them, just by sight.
- >A Father
- >A Soldier
- >A Religious
- >A Raver
- >And so many more, still appearing
- "I know."
- >You know them, you don't know how, but you know them.
- >You know where you are
- >It brings a single silent tear to your eye
- >You take your place at the blanket as one of the many
- >A Watcher
- "I know."
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