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// Lullaby 
// Story: King of Equestria 
// by Neroson40 
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“Why did the Council ask you to watch over me?” Wayvern asked Vulcan that night. They had gone over Canterlot giving Vulcan a tour of the city, and where retired on a balcony in the castle outside Wayvern’s room.
“Because of your memory issue,” Vulcan said. “I said it before, but you remember everything that any creature living during your time goes through, and you can control what you remember and at what point you remember it. That makes you the most valuable creature in the universe.”
“Heh, Did they tell you to watch me in secret?”
“Just the opposite, they wanted me to watch you directly and they wanted you to know that your friend was watching you.” Vulcan yawned and stretched his arms above his head. “I should head to the hotel, I’m getting tired.” Vulcan left the balcony and was escorted out by the royal guard. Wayvern looked in the mirror. He was in his Alicorn form again, spiky yellow mane and tail, blue fur and eyes, crown cutie-mark and a red collar around his neck. He had taken his gold and emerald crown off a little bit ago; it now sat in its place on a mannequin head in the corner.

It was well past midnight, and Wayvern was just lying in bed, awake as he was when he went. His head was swimming with things he couldn’t remember, the Council, Babylon, and one other thing he couldn’t put his finger on. Finally he decided to go for a walk. Eventually he somehow ended up back in Ponyville, where Pegasi were working diligently to repair the damage from earlier that day. Twilight was even pitching in with her magic. Everypony was working together so well, Wayvern decided to help. Every time somepony got hurt he was there to make sure that they could still work by using healing magic.
“Why are you helping us, Your Majesty?” Twilight asked.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Wayvern said. “I only decided to help because it was partly my fault.”
“You tried to stop it, so it’s not your fault at all.”
“Fine, tell me where you need me.”
“There were plenty of workers who were hurt in the Shadow attack. If you could help them and the other ponies, it’d be a great help.”
It was dawn when the rebuilding was done. Wayvern, Twilight and all the workers were worn out from their labors. When they were finally awake enough to continue the day, twilight asked Wayvern a question that threw him off.
“Why did Vulcan call you the most important creature in the Universe?”
“You heard?”
“I was passing by after reporting the lack of casualties to princesses Celestia and Luna, but then I heard the conversation between you two.”
“So it was unintentional that you were eavesdropping?”
“Yes.”
Wayvern explained everything that Vulcan told him about. The council, from what he remembered, where a group of individual immortals representing each species in the universe. They wanted him to stay safe, because he was important to the future of the universe for some odd reason.
Wayvern was in Cloudsdale, escorted by Rainbow Dash. He was on official business involving the Council, according to Vulcan. He had to perform census for everypony who got hurt in the Shadow attack. No casualties were to report. Then Wayvern heard singing.

“Toue Lei Zue Kuroa Ryuo Toue Zue
Kuroa Ryuo Zue Toue Ryuo Lei Neu Ryuo Zue
Va Lei Zue Toue Neu Toue Ryuo Toue Kuroa
Ryuo Lei Kuroa Ryuo Zue Lei Va Zue Lei
Va Neu Va Lei Va Neu Va Zue Lei
Kuroa Ryuo Kuroa Neu Toue Lei Kuroa Ryuo Zue Lei Va
Lei Va Neu Kuroa Toue Lei Lei.”

Wayvern recognized the song. It wasn’t from his own memories, but from the early memories of a filly named… what was it? His memories were too shocked to get it at the moment. He went to the source to find Rainbow Dash was the one singing the song.
“Dash,” Wayvern said. “That song…”
Dash looked shocked. But she went right back to her memorabilia. “It was a lullaby I made for my cousin, both our parents passed when I was old enough to have a job, but I couldn’t afford to put a roof over her head and food on the table for her just yet. So I put her in an orphanage. It closed down a few months later, and she was moved to another. I never found out which one.”
“I remember it.” The words seemed to confuse Rainbow. “I mean I think I came in contact with your cousin recently. Do you remember her name?”
“She was very little; I doubt I’d recognize her now. She didn’t have a name back then.”
“Can you teach me the song, so that I can identify your cousin next time I see her?”
Dash taught Wayvern the song, though he wasn’t quite as good at singing it as she was. Over the next week Wayvern was singing the lullaby every time he was in Ponyville, because he remembered the memory starting there. On the seventh day of his visits to Ponyville, he was approached by a young mare. She had short magenta mane and an orange body. She was a Pegasus, making Wayvern think he found Dash’s cousin.
“Your Majesty!?” she exclaimed when Wayvern looked at her.
“And who are you?” he said as gently as he could.
“I’m Scootaloo, one of the injured in the last Shadow attack. You healed me, remember?” Wayvern realized that he was right. He got the memory in Ponyville.
“I’m sorry but I healed a lot of ponies that day, I don’t recognize a single one from the rest… until now that is.”
“Oh…” Scootaloo seemed to lose some excitement. “That song… I remember it.”
“I know, I’m singing it from your memory...mostly, anyway,” Wayvern went to explain his special ability to Scootaloo. If it’s a living creature and he comes in contact with it, he can remember the experiences of that Creature, even if they die moments later. “And I learned recently that it was the memory holder’s cousin who sang it to her as a lullaby.” Scootaloo donned a face of disappointment.
“So, it can’t lead me to my parents…” she said with disappointment.
“I found the one who sang it, though.”