She wants to see things from my view.
Things which I have not seen for myself, for I have not thought to see them.
To see the changes I may make but have not dared to create, for no one would know but me.
But now, now that I can bring her with me, she can know. She can know the changes I could make.
So in my gaps, for all my days, I have found peace and loneliness.
Yet now she asks to see change beside me.
Is it right?
The world is changing, it is how we make the distinction that time has passed.
All the minuets and the seconds and the hours, they just mark an amount of change that has occurred, regardless of the change's significance.
Without this change, could time even exist?
And if these changes happen here, does time pass?
I have always existed outside of time, in my own way. I thought I understood it so well, so deeply. I was able to stand out and look in. This was all time brought, change. Good and bad, nothing stayed forever. Here, it would never move without my command.
Flowers bloom and foals are born.
Trees rot and death takes us all.
In the end, we are a story of change.
Written in flesh and soul, by the change we will all undergo, and the change we can only hope to leave behind.
So do I dare? Do I dare to command change when time will not be there to mark it? Is it right to usurp time's throne?
For I will change within my gaps because I am not marked by time. I slip through it's grasp, an exception.
But to take the world from it's grasp? Was I freeing it or poisoning it?
Am I a decenter of tyranny, or a disrupter of the peace?
Would I be an angel? Or a demon?
Is this freedom, or anarchy?
Is this use, or abuse?
Is this my right?
It must.
For by this gift or this curse I have been given the opportunity to produce change of time itself.
So time must live by it's own rules,
and change with itself.
And so with great power over this world, or with pathetic submission to my desire,
I do as she asks, and change this world before time itself can notice.
I do so little yet so much.
I take a book from a young dragon's hands, 'Power Ponies Vol. 16', and place another in it's place, 'Crime & Punishment'.
Fitting, I suppose.
Both in the mind games Twilight had planned, but also because here I was, a powerful pony indeed.
But was this a crime?
Or was the crime to hold on?
Time has brought change, but I have preserved, all that I hate and all that I adore.
So am I taking power away from time by changing without it?
Or giving it back by allowing change to pass where time cannot reach?
I cannot know unless I act.
So I have acted, and soon...
I will know.
So… he's having angst issues now over his power, even though he's been alive for… how long again? Around 18, maybe 19 in human years? Has Twilight Sparkle had that much of an impact on him? Sorry, but it's a bit of flawed logic there...
This story is starting to confuse me.
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He's been in conflict with his powers all along. In the very first chapter he states that it scares him just how much he could do with them. Twilight does have a huge impact on him, yes, but it's more of that she convinces him to test his abilities to learn more. Twilight isn't commanding him, but she is heavily influencing his own curiosity and thirst for knowledge. She doesn't make him do a "180", she just sort of pushes him over the tipping point.
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Interesting changes happening in Clockwork.
also, you are on a roll! 3 chapters in 3 days!
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Oh dear the plot thickens but Idk if i like the influence twilight is having on him
Commenting on your description, you say that time is a force unchangable, and constant. That's not true according to Einstein's theory of relativity where time is easily influenced by gravitational mass. And, you could in essence mold it, or twist it as if it was fabric. Just saying....
Oh yah, story is awesome
4105574 maybe it's just the first time he's ever thought deeply about his power.
MIndfuck at it's best
This is good, I love the deep philosophical introspection by Clockwork. He's probably managed so much more in less than a second than a hundred monks and hermits in a thousand years. Your philosophical views are interesting and it would be nice to have a discussion. But alas We have our stories to write and lives to live. Time for those old enough to have to stand on their own, but too young to manage and handle, it slips by like a raging river of experiences what was today will suddenly be a month ago and so on. So now I will just satisfy myself with following this story.
Love it