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Afterword: Ascension and Birth"Twilight!" I heard Cheerilee call my name.
I didn't move my eyes, or even care to pay attention to the mare that has been assisting me the past few days. All I could do is look at the ground, and see my Adomia dead, his body now translucent, his eye slits no longer glowing, his fire has ran out for good. I could feel my tears dripping off my face and hitting his corpse, just wishing he wasn't dead, that all of this was just a crazy dream.
"Twilight I'm sorry."
I finally looked up, and saw Cheerliee standing next to me, "I just can't believe it Why did fate have to be so cruel to him?" I asked her.
"He was born to do this Twilight; it was his destiny, fate. He couldn't have avoided it, I know you are going through much right now, but you need to be strong. You have an entire nation to rule Twilight, now please I need some assistance."
I watched as Cheerilee pulled out a blade hilt and stabbed his chest. "What are you doing!?" I screamed, and tried to telepathically pu
The Final Call*3 Hours before the destruction of Ponyville*
Despair has grabbed hold of all of the ponies in Ponyville, even the former cult members. Darkness' wall of smog has filled the air completely, not even a Pegasus can fly past it, there's no escape from the maw of death.
I stood and watched, my body still broken from my recent fight. Luckily, my own inner fire cauterized any wounds, but my rib was still severely damaged, and I was having trouble breathing.
What can we do? Is there any way we can stop this? I questioned.
"This was an insane attempt by my brother; this will cause him to muster more power in the Void before he can make another strike." Destruction replied sullenly.
I stopped my hoof onto the ground in anger, Who cares! This world is going to die I thought I won, yet I made the grave mistake of leaving a body before it truly died. I still failed and now every single creature on this planet is dead all thanks to me.
23 Hours...*23 Hours before the destruction of Ponyville*
"Hey! Adomia! Wake up!" Destruction yelled at me.
"Oh come on Destruction, just a few more minutes " I groaned as a teenage colt would.
"Look I enjoy sleep as much as the next piece of death, but really, it's around ten in the morning. We're not going to be fighting until much later, but you still need to check on our forces, get the death numbers, and the numbers of the wounded. Also, check on Cheerilee, last time I heard she was in the library."
I fully awoke halfway through his ramble, "How in the world did you think all of that?" I asked out loud.
"Simple, I'm smart." He replied.
I let out a small sigh; today was going to be one of those days.
I trotted around Ponyville to see if I could find Turncoat or Stoddard at the least. After searching for Turncoat for a few minutes I guessed he would be spending time with Rarity. I managed to find Stoddard and his troops gearing up, "Going somewhere?" I asked
Death's Battlefield"My eyes! They've stabbed out my eyes!" Adomia screamed.
I instantly awoke, fully alert, while this has happened before I knew if I didn't calm him down he would either hurt himself, or other ponies.
"Adomia wake up." I said as I shook his fiery body, he was twisting and turning in pain, the slits where his eyes of fire should be, now empty. That happens when he sleeps, we've almost gotten back to Ponyville, and we slept in Mors Vicus after Adomia changed. I remember hearing screaming, and slams against the walls. Bursting into his room, I could see his body lit up, but his eyes weren't, he must've noticed my presence, because he swung at me screaming that I stabbed his eyes out. I received a bruise on the side of my head, and luckily he woke up, probably from my screams.
I prepped up a little shock spell, and let the magical bolts weave in and out of his body, it did the trick once when he was in the hospital, so why not again?
"T-Twilight?" Adomia muttered, "It was anothe
Destiny UnlockedRelief was all I felt as we traveled down the grassy hill into our destination. We had finally arrived at Mors Vicus, in hopes of finding out my destiny (or at least I assume) and finding medical attention for Applejack, who had come down with a case of Rootbite from a Timber Wolf fight. The infection had finally reached her forelegs, and she was unconscious. We reached the border of the town; however, we stopped when a threatening voice shouted, "Halt!"
A lone pony appeared from the brush, and I wondered how I didn't detect him. He was adorned in the most threatening, yet badass armor I have seen. There wasn't an inch of coat; all I could see was black steel. His helmet covered his entire head, and the blue lenses gave off the illusion of glowing. The only thing poking out was a violet unicorn horn, which was glowing slightly, a dark black broadsword was levitating by his side, and I genuinely felt threatened.
He pointed his sword at me, "You there, what business do you have with Mors
Road of Complications(Authors note: I regret nothing!)
"Remember, pack light, the trip shouldn't be long, but I just want to stay mobile." I told Twilight.
We started to pack after we buried my parents, I didn't have too much to carry, just my blades, and a saddlebag with my cloak in it and a map of Equestria. Twilight looked like she was ready to bring the whole library; she had books almost breaking her saddle bags.
"Aww " Twilight started to take out some of the books, and by the end the saddle bags let out a sigh of relief as they lost weight. Focusing her magic, she teleported the books back to the library.
I chuckled at this, and yawned very loudly, realizing I haven't gotten sleep at all yesterday. maybe a nap will do me good yeah a nap.
I could already feel the fatigue settling throughout my body, and I turned back to Twilight and said, "Hey, I'm going to go take a nap. Then head off to get the others, I don't really mean to sound blunt, but you can go home if you'd like,
Strange ReunionsI sat in the waiting room, my Wonderbolts flying suit still clung to my body, and I was getting some looks of awe from the other ponies. I was about to go change when Nurse Redheart came out of Patient Ward.
She nodded her head over to me, and I trotted to her. "How is he? Will he be alright?" I asked voice full of concern.
"I have no idea how he survived, and come out with a working brain and spine." She answered, and I let out a sigh of relief, "However," She started grimly, "his ribs were practically shattered, and we have found bits of bone sticking in some organs. He's going to need surgery if he will survive, the doctors are trying to find his medical records, but we don't have a name to run on. Do you know what his name is?"
I tensed up a little bit, I can't tell her that Kuriokaze is in their room! The place would be flooded, I remember when I was injured and the public found out. I was bombarded left and right with fans, and although it pained me to do it, I had to set up
The Fire Inside...Fire All I can see is just fire; I look down on the cliffside and see my home of Ponyville abrupt in flames. The ash completely blocking out the sun, and filling my lungs, and all I can do is sit there and watch it burn. No pony can help, and no pony can do anything, but in a way it was beautiful, it almost felt like curling up by a small fire and letting its warm embrace take you into slumber. Or it was a fire that cleanses the world, ridding everything good and bad alike to start fresh. I sat there calmly both out of fear and admiration; I could feel my real self wanting to get help and try to put it out, but my other half, my fire inside, wanted it to watch it burn until it was down to a small ember.
Inside the fire I could see a shape, and I knew what it was. It was the same pony who I saw in my inner conscience, one completely lacking flesh to be replaced by fire, its eyes were fire, its wings were fire, hooves, tail, mane, and everything except pieces of armor coverin
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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