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// Stasis 
// Story: A Place Called Home 
// by FoxUnderFire 
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Floating...

Hmm... no colors... but not black... nor white...

Is it clear?

No...

What color?

Open your eyes and find out...




I heard wind blow against leaves

I felt the warmth of the sun

I smelled the air

It smelled clean and clear

Like after a rain shower on a spring morning

"It's a beautiful day, huh?" The voice was female and familiar

I grunted in agreement and felt a smile form on my lips

I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the moment

A thought drifted into my mind

"Am I dead?"

I could hear her humming to her self, she thought about the right answer

"Sorta."

This place was so peaceful, I felt like nothing could break the serenity

"What do you mean by that?"

She continued to hum the tune, it too was quite familiar

"The Jack I knew is dead. But don't worry, the new Jack can die too! And then another Jack will come, I hope this one takes my advice though."

I chuckled at this

"Yeah, maybe I will Lissa, just maybe."

I opened my eyes and a brilliantly blue sky stared back

I looked over to my left and saw her

She was sixteen, six years younger than me

Her hair was blonde and shimmered just like the light

She turned her head towards me and looked into my eyes

She had brilliantly blue eyes

The warmth of her smile rivaled the sun

"Live your life Jack... for me."

And she was gone

Almost like the breeze had blown her away

I stood up and watched the now setting sun

I was standing on a hill

In the distance I could see Ponyville

I smiled at the scene in front of me

Another breeze blew

This one held a scent of something burning

I turned around to look for the source

And stood in fear at the scene in front of me

The same setting sun stood in the background

The same Ponyville was also there

But it was on fire

Buildings burned as a dark smoke drifted into the sky

And in front of me was the worst of all

There stood a reflection

In his hand was the dagger

Blood dripped from hilt to tip

On his chest, his shirt was splashed with red

The color looked like a twisted picture

He wore a demented grin

Empty from everything except sadistic glee

Behind his eyes there was fire

A need to watch everything burn before him

And he was also gone

Only a whisper on the wind

A dying ember

A bleeding soul

My soul

Nothing left except an empty room

No sound

But it was not quiet

No colors

Yet it was not clean

My past stained every corner

Everything I had done wrong

Lurking in the shadows

Waiting to pull me into the darkness

I stood and accepted it

Watching as the shadows climbed around me

A light

Stood out among the sea of black

A beacon

I walked towards the light

The shadows receded

Crawled back and waited again

I ignored them

The light grew around me

And I opened my eyes