It isn't fair...
Dennis rubbed his eyes and let out a small yawn as he stared at the blurry computer screen. That’s funny, I was fine just a few minutes ago. Maybe I should take a short nap before she gets back. With that decided, he stood up from his computer and collapsed on the couch across from his computer with a groan. His body simply felt drained.
His eyelids slowly closed as he took a deep breath, slowly slipping into slumber. I’ll just take a short nap…
Dennis looked around as he felt a sensation he had never felt before; wherever he was, there was no gravity. In fact, there seemed to be no ground. He was surrounded by white, brilliant light that seemed to go on forever.
As he continued to look around, he chuckled. “What an interesting place. It almost looks like a piece of paper, untouched by anyone.”
“That would be a fairly accurate explanation of where you are, yes.”
Dennis blinked as a blue light washed over his entire body. He lifted his arm with a wince.
“My apologies to you, Dennis, it is safe to lower your arm once more.”
Slowly, he lowered his arm, blinking. The burst of blue had indeed dissipated. Dennis blinked as he stared into very familiar green eyes.
“Princess Luna? Am I dreaming… alright, that was a stupid question. The only way I could be seeing you is if I was dreaming. Darn. It’s kind of a boring dream, isn’t it?” He laughed, not noticing Princess Luna glancing away with her horn glowing slightly as the white melted away, which left both of them floating in an ocean of stars.
“A dream? Yes, I suppose you could call this as such. Dennis, may I refer to you as thus?”
Dennis shrugged, noticing that Luna was even more beautiful than in the cartoon or even his favorite art pieces
“Yes, of course, Princess Luna. I gotta say, these stars are beautiful; they’re far more spectacular than any I have seen before. You certainly are talented.”
He grinned at the small bit of blush that colored Luna’s cheeks. When he got back online, she was going to be so jealous of this awesome dream he was having.
“My thanks. I too adore these stars, but… while I wish we had the time to simply talk and spend time together, I am afraid that I am here for a reason. Dennis, you are needed in Equestria.”
He blinked and then laughed, taking a moment to appreciate the humor of his subconscious
“Wow, I really have been reading far too much My Little Pony fan fiction, haven’t I?”
He continued to laugh for a few moments more until he saw a tear rolling down Princess Luna’s cheek. At the sight of that single tear, he stopped laughing and swallowed.
“Equestria needs me, huh? I’m not special; I’m just a normal guy.”
Princess Luna shook her head and floated closer to him before smiling.
“There’s no mistake: you have a destiny to fulfil in Equestria. You must come with me.”
She lifted her hoof up for him to take. Dennis lifted his hand, before pausing.
“I’m asleep though, right? What is going to happen to my body?”
Luna’s hoof trembled, and she looked away. Dennis closed his eyes and swallowed hard, understanding at once what it would mean if he took Luna’s hoof. He lowered his hand back to his waist and looked past Luna into the unending star field gathering his thoughts.
“Am I vital? Will Equestria be okay without me? If I chose to stay here on Earth, what will happen?”
“I’m sorry, I know… I can feel your sorrow, Dennis, but, yes, you are vital to Equestria. Without you… so many things will be lost. I’m so sorry.”
He tightly closed his eyes at her answer, his hands clenching into fists. Luna looked away; she wouldn’t interrupt his thoughts they… had time after all.
“Can I wake up? Spend a final day with my family and friends? May I say goodbye?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Not much of an answer, Princess.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to come; I thought, as did my sister, that there was still time. We were wrong. Please, I cannot make you come, but I ask, no, I beg of you to come with me.”
He almost glared at her, but stopped. Her whole body was trembling. He realized in that moment that she hadn’t wanted to come. Not then, not at that moment, maybe not ever. With that realization, he wrapped his arms around her neck and gently squeezed.
“It’s alright, Princess, I understand. I’m not angry, not with you and not with your sister. If anything, I’m just sad.”
“For yourself? I understand how hard this decision must be you have only begun your—”
Slowly, he pulled back and shook his head
“No, I’m not sad for myself, but for my friends and family. They’ll be the ones in pain. I wish I could tell them how much I love each one of them. I wish I had the time to give each of them one last hug. To tell them I’m okay.”
Luna stared up at the smiling man and shook her head
“But you will be losing your life…”
“Because I’m needed somewhere else. What kind of friend would I be if I selfishly said ‘No, I’m not going and you can’t make me.’”
He reached his hand out to take Luna’s, before pausing.
“When they… find me? What will they think?”
Luna placed her hoof in his palm and smiled at him, sadly blinking back tears.
“That you simply stopped, nothing more than that… It’s time now.”
He nodded and closed his hand around Luna’s hoof, and they vanished from the unending starscape.
In Equestria, a newborn foal cried.
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I'm sorry for your loss. He honestly was a great friend. I also wrote a story in honor of him, if you want to check it out.
Whoa... that's... that's some deep stuff, man. Good work.
Oh dear.... Will you be ok? Do you need cute Woona pictures? Cute Woona pictures fix everything.
That was beautiful.
well done.
I'm so sorry for you, Foals. This was a beautiful tribute to your friend. He sounds like he was a very wonderful, selfless person. I know he would be glad to know so many loved him so much. My he find his destiny in Equestria, where hopefully you will all meet again one day. Be safe and be well.
I bet he would have enjoy the amazing story you made for him. May he live on in Equestria .
Having read this story, as well as the sister story The Legend of Raiden Fireblade, I believe that I can come to a justified and sound conclusion.
Mister Raiden Fireblade—Dennis, if I am correct—was someone important to many. While I have never met him in the short while I have been in this fandom, it is evident that he has touched many a heart of a fan. Enough to warrant writing two, pretty nice stories regarding him.
I seek, therefore, to spread my own interpretation of both stories, in the hopes that some may come to appreciate in some way whoever Mister Raiden was. With your permission, I shall begin.
I am not a person who feels so much as he thinks. To delve into the turmoil that is emotion is something that unnerves me. The rigorous tides and unending onslaught against cold logic are daunting, to say the least. Nevertheless, after reading the aforementioned stories, I do feel that I am experiencing something quite raw: sadness.
It is a superficial sadness, however. Second-handed. Not my own genuine grief. In short, it is the result of the authors passing down their feelings to me, such that I may feel what they feel. I admit, it is rather odd, to say the least, having my emotions react this way. Yet, in all honesty, I do not think that is a bad thing.
Such sadness is rich and deep, and one can truly sense and feel the weight of the feeling. It reminds me of those flowers you would find in the forest, the ones that are beautiful yet are stricken with the tears of rain and sap. Yet, it is as old and as complex as Time, and is something that should be recognized as a dominant aspect of living.
My thoughts on the narratives are as such: they invoke the feeling of sadness and anguish very well, in a way that makes me understand what the author has said. I know now that Mister Raiden or Dennis had many friends, and that all of them cared for him. If I am to be perfectly honest, it is almost jealous-worthy, for not all people are honored with such a privilege.
If I were to suddenly pass away, who would continue my tale?
That, I believe, is the most beautiful aspect of both Not For One's Self and The Legend of Raiden Fireblade. For, by writing down these words and spreading them to the infinite, both authors have effectively immortalized Mister Raiden. His life may have been cut short, yet he paradoxically lives on. He lives on, as it were, in an art form that, also paradoxically, is meant to be limited and narrow-scoped. Yet writing, in it of itself, is something that has become the prime creator if immortals. Words are so powerful that they have the ability to take a person and place them in infinite and keep them alive. Stories are so powerful that they have the ability to turn limitation into something free from the chronal rift.
That is what I got out of this story, and of The Legend of Raiden Fireblade. Both authors have preserved the memory of Raiden/Dennis in my heart and in the hearts of others. And I think that that is something that we should all cherish.
I suppose if I died, the way I would be remembered, preferably, would be through a tale. Immortality, while not something we should seek, is something—in a metaphorical sense—we should appreciate.
If these stories are in anyway a reflection of Mister Raiden/Dennis, then I have no doubt that he was a good person—and that these people who wrote these stories, commented, and shared his memory and presence, are good friends to him too.
You may grieve, you may feel anguish; but know that in time that pain will fade enough for you to smile, and remember, and be happy with Raiden once more.
Nil desperandum. Do not despair. Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito. Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them.
Keep Raiden's memory alive, and I assure you that these dark and sad days will end.
My name is Jarvy Jared. You have my condolences, but you also have my gratitude, and my hope.
“Friends come into our lives and friends leave our lives. But friends never leave our hearts. And best friends always get to stay in the best places in our hearts.” ― John M. Simmons, The Marvelous Journey Home
Wonderful.
GODDAMNIT!! HOW DO YOU SHARE A STORY!? A GOOD FRIEND TO MANY AUTHORS AND FANS DIED!
It's irrational to imagine that everyone left in the wake of this tragedy will find their strength, but the odd thing about hope is that it doesn't have to be rational to be ecstatically meaningful. I'll never stop hoping that we all have the beautiful fortitude to overcome even the most tragic of absolutes. May you never be an exception to that hope; to that strength.
Hope you got more feelios left cause we're gonna need a whole nother box of them!
Grief can give powerful inspiration. Since the internet never forgets anything, your friend has been immortalized.
A beautiful tribute to a person who must have been very special to warrant something like this.
My condolences.
Smell that....that's the smell of a good fic
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Well he never wrote he was to nervous just read alot and commented alot. He was a good guy and a sweet guy.
What was the cause of death? Out of curiosity.
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I'm so sorry for you and everyone else's loss. May he find peace in the afterlife of his choosing.
A good tribute to a good friend.