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- Dark. Everything is dark. Why is everything dark?
- These questions haunted the small town baker.
- She thinks these thoughts to herself as she pulls yet another sponge cake from the one small area of warmth in the building.
- Placing the cake on the table, she looks up through the glass window placed in the ceiling.
- The stars are beautiful, night is beautiful. But, this is too much.
- It's been nearly four years since she's seen daylight, and things were starting to get intense.
- The guards wouldn't do anything about the night crawlers, or the raiders whom utilize the night for their own corrupt lusts.
- She huffs and grabs her frosting from a bin full of decorations for pastries.
- Putting little flowers on the cake, she silently sobs and sighs to herself.
- She missed flowers.
- Flowers.
- The word itself sounded alien in nature, like they never even existed in the first place.
- All she see's now is the gloom of the night, looming like an everlasting plague over all of equestria.
- Decorating cakes we're fun at one point, but now that she's forced to make all these cakes, hollow, flavorless, depressing.
- Like equestria, in its current state.
- The small town baker needs more eggs if she's going to make more pastries.
- She notices, for a moment, that she's not in that bad of a situation, at least, relative to others
- At least, these are made for eating.
- There are ponies in the capitol who's sole purpose is to make weapon-pastries.
- Used to keep the city's in line, she supposes.
- Nightmare Moon's been a pretty kind ruler, treating them like subjects of her night.
- But the dark.
- She breaks down, and puts her hooves in her face.
- "Sweet Celestia the dark."
- The baker utters the first words in a couple of days.
- She puts the pastry on the table on a delivery rack, and heads into the designated bakery supply store.
- Everything's treated like its part of the royal guard.
- Militant, utilitarian.
- She opens the door of her hobble, and steps down the steps and into the street
- Her hooves feel good on the polished cobble.
- It's been half a week since she's had to leave the bakery for anything.
- It's refreshing.
- Her doldrums are broken for a moment as she see's the beauty of the world around her.
- Since the nightfall, she's thought a lot more, and spoke a lot less.
- And sometimes, when she gets out, she breaks out of her state of manic depression, and see's things in a different light.
- Like, if the sun were still there.
- She stops in her tracks, and does a three sixty, taking in the area of Ponyville like it was the first time she was here.
- Everything was dark, yet, the softer shades were comforting.
- She notices a pony laying in the street, obviously in a stage of grief or doldrums similar to her own state.
- He's sobbing. But its obvious he hasn't slept in a while, 5 days at least.
- In equestria, they call these ponies 'trancers'.
- Ponies who were unable to cope with the hostile takeover of nightmare moon, and so they sort of, broke.
- Which was sad, there is beauty to be had with sanity.
- 'Any life is worth living.' the baker thinks to herself. 'but a lot of ponies don't believe that concept.'
- She truly believes that at heart, but, she can't help but feel gloomy and depressed as she looks at the moon, taking the place of the sun.
- She forgot why she was outside in the first place.
- Right, eggs.
- Two blocks later, she see's the storehouse in the distance.
- Trotting up the crystal stairs, she opens to the old castle of friendship.
- There's nobody here, but that is to be expected…
- She see's her old throne, and trots over to it.
- Bringing her hoof to her old life, she traces the blue and yellow gems set into the looming throne.
- She remembers comforting her friends, all the things she's taught and learned.
- And, as if for a moment, her current situation fades out of existence.
- She brushes her hair out of her face, and places it behind her ear.
- …
- She forgets why she came here again.
- Right, eggs.
- She walks over to her old friends throne, and scoops up three dozen eggs and puts them on a cart.
- She grabs the cart and goes to the fresh egg room.
- One, two, three.
- Wing 6, Room 4562
- …
- Uhh.
- "Eggs. Right." she reminds herself, speaking out loud for the first time in months.
- She opens the door.
- She grabs another 60 dozen eggs, and heads to the front door.
- Bringing the cart down the steps carefully, Which is empty, save for that one trancer.
- Four blocks later. She's standing once again outside the bakery.
- There's a notice on the door. Its mandatory to be read.
- Like she's going to read that.
- She goes inside and sits on one of the old stools of the bakery where ponies used to have pastries.
- A little necklace sits on it.
- Or is it a bracelet?
- She doesn't know.
- The darkness has made her memory very, very fuzzy.
- The little lapses of manic happiness are helpful, but they're preventing the inevitable.
- Its at times like these that its so easy to just, sleep, forever.
- But, then again, any life Is worth living, right?
- A weak smile creeps up on her face as her hair goes a little curly, but then resorts to just deflating to flat again.
- As is life, she supposes.
- A thought creeps into her mind.
- The castle.
- When she was there. Something…
- …
- eh, never mind. She forgot.
- …
- She forgets what she's doing.
- Right, she has to bake.
- She gets up, and heads to the kitchen for another round of sponge cakes.
- She goes into the kitchen, and see's that the last round of sponge cakes have been taken by the bat-guard.
- Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.
- She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.
- …
- Eh?
- Right, baking
- Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.
- She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.
- …
- Eh?
- Right, baking
- Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.
- She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.
- …
- Eh?
- Right, baking
- Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.
- She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.
- …
- Eh?
- This happens over and over again for 18 hours straight, and soon, she has nearly 600 cakes stocked up.
- They need to be put on the rack now.
- Its at this point she notices something.
- One of the cakes is still on the rack, never being taken.
- She think's its an important one, maybe.
- It has little white frosted flowers on it, and smells of vanilla.
- None of these should have vanilla or frosting.
- Is it a gift from the guard, or moon herself?
- She studies the cake.
- It has flowers.
- She missed flowers.
- Flowers.
- The word itself sounded alien in nature, like they never even existed in the first place.
- She needs flower.
- She needs to put these cakes on the racks.
- Then she…
- Then she needs to get the flower.
- She stacks the six hundred cakes, as they're ready for delivery to the guard.
- Now.
- Uh…
- She need's flower.
- Right.
- She walks out the door, and feels the cold rush of air on her face.
- It's been the first time in months since she's stepped outside.
- The feeling of the wind is refreshing on her mane and fur.
- A weak smile creeps from her face.
- Any life is worth living.
- Since the nightfall, she's thought a lot more, and spoke a lot less.
- And sometimes, when she gets out, she breaks out of her state of manic depression, and see's things in a different light.
- Like, if the sun were still there.
- …
- Right, to the store house.
- Two blocks later, she sees the storehouse in the distance.
- Trotting up the crystal stairs, she opens to the old castle of friendship.
- There's nobody here, but that is to be expected…
- Breathing in, she smells the dust.
- This place always smells like dust.
- Well, it didn't back when twilight lived here.
- She kept things spotless.
- Twilight, she was such a good friend.
- Friend.
- The baker's hair slowly inflates.
- It becomes curly, and slowly works its way into a cotton candy shape.
- She notices the smile on her face.
- She was here for a reason, right?
- Yeah, she needs something…
- "Yeah! Flower, need the good stuff, too."
- She spoke for the first time in months.
- She happily bounces around the empty castle.
- In a moment, she finds herself surrounded by flower.
- Oh fun!
- She dives in, and covers herself in white, playing in the stuff.
- She gets up, and shakes off the flower.
- The smile on her face is something equestria hasn't seen for years.
- She finishes her reveling, and gets some flower for the bakery.
- Trotting down the steps of the castle, she decides to go and see what rarity is up to.
- She walks a few steps.
- …
- Uhh, rarity.
- Her, uh, her…
- Rarity.
- "Where do I know that name?" the baker questions, uttering the first words Ponyville has heard in years, sans the sobbing from the trancers
- She was always bad with names.
- Maybe a higher up?
- She doesn't know, the only higher up she can remember is nightmare moon.
- Nightmare Moon…
- Nightmare Moon's been a pretty kind ruler, treating them like subjects of her night.
- But the dark.
- She movers her hair out of her face and puts it behind her ear.
- …
- What was she doing?
- Right, the, flower?
- She needs to do more baking.
- Four blocks later. She's standing once again outside the bakery.
- There's a notice on the door. Its mandatory to be read.
- Like she's going to read that.
- She goes inside and sits on one of the old stools of the bakery where ponies used to have pastries.
- A little necklace sits on it.
- Or is it a bracelet?
- She doesn't know.
- The darkness has made her memory very, very fuzzy.
- She walks into the kitchen and places the flower on the table
- She needs to-
- …
- She needs to make more sponge cakes.
- Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.
- …
- 30 hours later, she's must've made a solid 700 sponge cakes.
- They need to be put on the rack.
- There's still a cake on the rack.
- She think's its an important one, maybe.
- It has little white frosted flowers on it, and smells of vanilla.
- None of these should have vanilla or frosting.
- Something clicks in her head.
- She remembers.
- Her hair inflates, curly and full. Her eyes light up and shine bright colors, juxtaposing on the dark, gloomy kitchen.
- She looks around the bakery.
- She goes to the basement, and flips a switch.
- When she come's back up the stairs the lights are on, illuminating a dusty, cobweb ridden sugarcube corner.
- The necklace.
- She knows what that is.
- She walks over to the gold necklace with a blue balloon sunk into the middle.
- One of the elements of harmony.
- But, how did it get out of the tree of harmony?
- She remembers.
- It was a last ditch effort to stop Luna from becoming nightmare moon again.
- But it just wasn't enough.
- "not at our old age" she says with a hint of reminiscence, talking for the first time in a week.
- She puts on the pendant, and walks over to the mirror.
- she follows the wrinkles on her face, with her aged cataract ridden eyes.
- It hasn't been 4 years.
- Its been much, much longer.
- She, needs to find the other elements.
- Twilight.
- No, we can't win without twilight.
- We couldn't win.
- We'd never win without magic.
- She was turned to a statue when the elements backfired.
- That was a dark day…
- "heh, literally. Right Twilight?"
- She turns away from the mirror.
- She can't continue making cakes for nightmare moon.
- She can't enable her tyranny.
- She has to go, go find the other elements of harmony.
- The baker decides to leave the element on the table, it should be safe there.
- Can't be caught. She decides, and turns off the lights in sugarcube corner.
- She taps her way down the steps, and looks left, then looks right, trying to focus on a direction.
- …
- Which direction does she go?
- "Where do I need to go…"
- …
- She chooses a direction, and starts running
- …
- Uhh.
- She forgot what she was doing.
- …
- Her hooves feel good on the polished cobble.
- …
- It's been half a week since she's had to leave the bakery for anything.
- …
- It's refreshing.
- …
- Her doldrums are broken for a moment as she see's the beauty of the world around her.
- Since the nightfall, she's thought a lot more, and spoke a lot less.
- And sometimes, when she gets out, she breaks out of her state of manic depression, and see's things in a different light.
- Like, if the sun were still there.
- She stops in her tracks, and does a three sixty, taking in the area of Ponyville like it was the first time she was here.
- Everything was dark, yet, the softer shades were comforting.
- She notices a pony laying in the street, obviously in a stage of grief or doldrums similar to her own state.
- He's sobbing. But its obvious he hasn't slept in a while, 5 days at least.
- In equestria, they call these ponies 'trancers'.
- Ponies who were unable to cope with the hostile takeover of nightmare moon, and so they sort of, broke.
- Which was sad, there is beauty to be had with sanity.
- 'Any life is worth living.' the baker thinks to herself. 'but a lot of ponies don't believe that concept.'
- She must've just been taking a break.
- Four blocks later. She's standing once again outside the bakery.
- There's a notice on the door. Its mandatory to be read.
- Like she's going to read that.
- She goes inside and sits on one of the old stools of the bakery where ponies used to have pastries.
- A little necklace sits on it.
- Or is it a bracelet?
- She doesn't know.
- The darkness has made her memory very, very fuzzy.
- FIN
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