Shortly after the decline of the blood moon, the blood wolves were lifted of there curse. The sky was glowing with an aura of peace and stability. Ponies cowering in fear were greeted by a paw reaching out for assistance and together they rose. Families were reunited with there young fillies and colts. They held each other for hours and would not let go for years.
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Celestia returned to Ponyville filled with sorrow, but a free mind and consciousness. The wolves bowed their heads, apologies were said and accepted, only through love and toleration could they move on and live in harmony.
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Scootaloo laid up against her mother as the night passed, she still shook from the terrors of the past days, but lovingly accepted her mothers warm embrace. She had not spoke of what happened that night, And her family gladly understood that it would reveal itself over time.
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“We lived in infamy” declared Celestia, “but now we can live in peace.”
The crowd cheered, wolf and pony alike. A new era was upon them, and with it a new love for one another.
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Twilight found Celestia in the castle gardens, lying next to a marble cross. There were no tears. No sighs.
“Who was he princess?”
“My best friend, and a hero nonetheless Twilight...But even heroes die...”
Celestia dropped a rose she had picked from the castle gardens on the marble cross.
“All that hate, all that anger, and yet he found it in his heart to be a hero.”
She was right. Something clicked in Mordecai on that cliff side, the error of his ways had reached him. He sought redemption in himself and in the end acted to free the ones he cared about. Strange enough he cared from the start but he had no one to embrace him.
“I learned something about friendship, Twilight. No matter what happens, no matter what changes, friendship is forever, friendship never dies. Live with it now, Twilight, grow to love and cherish it and the memories you receive. Don't live in the pictures that are the past, don't let your dreams create a nightmare.”
Celestia shed a tear down her cheek. Beside her stood the ghostly presence Mordecai and they both said with a free voice of sorrow and discontent.
“Love, will set you free.”