Chapter Four
It has been several weeks since my Dashie had left. I had told myself that I was going to go out and try and meet actual people since dwelling on the past probably wasn’t healthy. After a debatably fun outing with some of the people from my work, I had started walking home. Someone had offered me a ride, but I respectfully declined. I wanted to be on my own for a bit, and I didn’t feel like inviting someone into my house. Saying my or I about anything around the house had taken awhile to get used to, since Dashie took equally good care of it, and it wasn’t easy to push that thought from my mind. I was walking in the forest near where Dashie and I hid underneath the tree during that rainstorm so long ago, when the day went from mostly sunny to very cloudy.
Ever since the ponies had come and gone, there had been strange weather phenomena; clouds moving at odd speeds and angles, rain coming and going almost systematically. Meteorologists had chalked it up to just that; a strange phenomenon. I had picked up my pace slightly as to not get caught in the rain, but nothing faster than a brisk walk, for I also had no desire to get home fast. I felt the first drops of rain hit my face and jacket, when a thunderous bang echoed overhead. The sound made me flinch, and I looked up to see lighting jump through the clouds. At first, it sounded like something had broken the sound barrier, but thunder didn’t sound much different I guess. I almost picked up my pace again, until I saw it. The tree that Dashie and I hid under together. The spot where we cried in each other’s hooves and hands, respectively. I figured I would sit down, just to get off my feet for a bit and to get out of the rain. I had rested my head against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes.
I heard a crack. I instantly jumped from my position and began to look around me for any sign of life. And then there to my left, I saw Dashie. I almost leapt at her to hold her, but something bound me to the ground. Then I saw something new. I saw myself, sitting right next to me. I tried to talk, but my mouth wouldn’t move. I tried to wave, but my hands were as immobile as my feet and mouth. All I could do was watch. Dashie seemed younger than the last time I saw her, probably around the same age as when we were together under this tree. She had walked over and had sat down next to me. Well not me, me, but the other me. I watched, for the longest time, the two just sit and look out at the woods. Then she asked him if he still loved her. I watched the whole scene play out, exactly as I remembered it. I wanted to yell, to move, to hold her, to hold my Dashie one more time, but I couldn’t. I was crying on the inside. A tear leapt from my eye, just hovering on my eye lash. I watched them say sorry and I watched them embrace each other, crying. I watched myself grab my daughter, and hold her tight. I wanted to join them in embrace, trying ever so hard to move my arm. I felt a twitch in my arm. I pushed with all my might, trying to just touch Dashie once more. My arm, very slowly, approached my daughter.
It seemed like an eternity, how long it took for me to reach her with my hand. My hand brushed her wing. Success. My heart exploded, just like that old meme. But then, everything around me started to fade. I tried to hold on to Dashie with all the strength I could summon, but it wasn’t enough. The mystical force that had bound me before had me again. I squeezed my hand on her wing, hoping she would stay with me, but she disappeared, out of my sight. And so did I, the other I. He vanished too, and then there was the same bang that I had heard earlier, and I woke up. I shot straight up from my previous position. I looked back to where I was. I had fallen asleep under the tree, and was dreaming. ‘But, I could have sworn I actually felt Dashie’s feathered wing’ I thought to myself. I stood up, and peeked out from under the tree, and looked up. The clouds had been swept away, and in their place stood a majestic rainbow. It was beautiful, and not because it reminded me of Dashie, but because it was Dashie. I just knew it to be true, even though I had no way to prove it. I must have stared at that rainbow for an hour.
The rainbow began to fade, so I turned to head home. My heart was bouncing with so much joy. Had my Dashie found a way back? Maybe a way to communicate? I had no idea how to describe what I saw, but it was the best I had felt in weeks. It was only then that I noticed how tired my arm was. I also felt my hand clutching something, something tight. I looked down, and in my hand, the hand I tried so hard to reach Dashie with, was a big cyan feather.
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You guys are too kind, and because of you, I stayed up all night writing this next chapter. Please enjoy everyone, once again thanks for critisisms and plot-hole things I can go and patch. And anyone who was curious about the five stages of grief, go look up the Kubler-Ross model. Basically what is says is that anyone (or in this case anypony) will go through the five stages of grief/loss: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Now where these may be listed in this order, this is not the guaranteed order. They can happen in any order in any amount of time.
MOAAAAR!
Somewhat short, but WOW! This is getting better and better
Can't wait for the next chapter
Although I properly have to
-Glassed
Tracking. This is good. I didn't cry at MLD, and I haven't cried at this, but it's still bloody brilliant.
Good, this site has an option to e-mail me when you post the next chapter.
That said, GIMMEH MOAR!
I never thought that anyone could write a good sub-story for My Little Dashie (aside from ROBcakeran53 himself) but this is turning out very well.
This was a pretty good chapter - I didn't really like the two before, because they weren't in the first-person perspective...
Just 1 question, am I the only brony who did not cry when reading My Little Dashie (i was very sad but did not cry)
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Well I read way worse fics that day, so I just couldn't cry anymore (
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Love this sequel. Can't wait for more chapters.
i am loving it for sure
Did you get premission?
and track
Did he just..
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break the fourth wall..?
BEST SEQUEL EVER!!!
need... more... pony...
BIG CYAN FEATHER!!!!!
OMG DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!??!
Rainbow Dash can teleport between worlds! Wohoo!
Anyway, very good fic. I really liked My Little Dashie, and I think this sequel has great potential.
Brilliant. Brilliant, I say!
You have all 5 of my stars, good sir! Keep it up!
The solace that this sequel has brought me thus far can not be described in words. Thank you.
im impressed your writing lives up to my little dashie, something i thought never possible ooo and MOAR
Excellent
88680
MOOOOOOAARARRERARARRAAR
89528
Big Cyan Feather.... could mean that Dad inadvertently ripped out a Primary... That would be bad!
I think you reference that meme to much. Use something else to describe his emotion besides 'my heart exploded'.
Eagerly awaiting more :D
I would love to see another chapter, but then again leaving it there is also a really good ending. You have an amazing writing style by the way. Anyways, I can't wait to check out your other fics.
-The Element Of Mental Instability.
I just had a eyegasm
Alright.
The demand for moar is coming up, but you did a good job in my opinion
90073 Will do, thanks
Like someone mentioned before, I'd like to see some longer chapters, but these short chapters are fine as well if that's how you work best. Pacing feels a bit rushed at times, so be careful about that. I'm personally wondering why Princess Celestia opted to grab Rainbow Dash physically rather than grab Dash with her magic.
Other than that, I love this story so far. It really does help sooth the tearjerker ending of the original.
OMG YOU MAIMED DASHIE
So far, I'm enjoying what you're writing. Granted it isn't AAA quality but by no means is it bad, keep up the good work
89528 Oh shit Batman will kill us all fucking run everypony
You got the characterization of the father just right! Thanks for that! The rest of the spin offs are freaking garbage. Well enough congratulating you, I'm wasting precious time not reading the rest of your work.
PLEASE LET ME SLEEP!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mfyCI82lWM
listen to this while reading
89152 Shh... That's My Little Secret, my little pony.
the two just sit shouldn't it be sat?
This is an awesome sequel!
It's just that I haven't read mld in so long 'm kinda foggy on the details.
1061074YOU SHALL NOT SLEEP!!!! LOL sorry I just had to say that. Gandalf is my favorite fantasy character
Feather for th e father thumbs up for you
HOLY SHIT!
TROLL DASHIE!
*read chapter*
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I just don't... Oh wait I know!!
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6267221 CD I LAUgh suuu hard at the last panel,and that's homore...homor?homer?Idk,never really watched Simpson's
I'm really enjoying this story. The only thing killing it for me is Princess Celestia's and the Mare 6's continued attempts to make Rainbow Dash forget her earth memories instead of restoring her Ponyville memories. The memory spell is suppose to help RESTORE memories, not erase ones they don't like. I think Rainbow Dash will like them even more and be better if they restore her Ponyville memories and let her keep her memories with her daddy from earth.
cya me!