She wanted him.
Ever since she saw him that night, she needed him. She never understood why, could it have been the tall, masculine figure?
Or maybe it was the dark blond slightly curling hair, as it radiated a sense of warmth?
Could it have been those small, intelligent eyes of pure living emerald?
These were some of the thing that drew her to him, things that made her fall for one who is alone…
But he never needed anyone. He would speak to those amongst him, but he made no friends, no family. He never needed love; he thought it was a nuisance, something that ate his time and forced him to abandon things he wanted to do.
And then it happened, he found one who was willing to go the distance, to walk with him and show him “love is a beautiful thing when under tender care”, as she spoke to him those words.
Upon the royals and loyalists, among them were those who despised this “hairless ape”, as he was named, jealous that HE was the one to receive the love of their beloved sun goddess. So they planned, and knew there was only two choices left:
Kill him where he stands, or send him back to his world, giving him the enlightenment of all things in life to keep him away from his life here, but never remembering one who he loved dearly…
And so it happened, they stole him in the cover of night, from the arms of their princess and sent him away in a spell of dark magic, his memories forgotten, his body reborn, his love destroyed.
But they were caught and exiled immediately, but not before he was affected, his body blackened and covered in the blood of dark magic, as she knew that it was too late.
Crying, weeping, she held him in a tight embrace and told him words of reassurance. But he knew what was to happen, and he was helpless to it. The princess's mother and father had taught her a spell that would able to be used to whom she loved most.
It was a spell that would suppress his soul and memories, to someday restore him to his former glory with his beloved.
His body limp, he looked to his love and kissed her one last time, knowing he would never see her again as a tear fell from his eye.
But in the darkness, there was a still, quiet hope that he would return to her and accept the love that changed himself for the better.
Her love. His one and only. And he would have it, and she would have his; if it took the rest of her life.
Whether he wanted it or not…
… and like a ghost from the fog, he was gone…
… destined to never see her again, never to know the love that changed his life, never to feel her touch upon his face, her loving eyes that showed tender care, love with the passion of one thousand suns, and admiration of his loyalty to her…
… but destiny alone was not strong enough to break the bond between them; their love for each other was too strong.
She would one day see him again.
But he would not see her.
But love is a timeless thing, not separated by commoner or royalty, race or species, title or wealth, distance or other. It is a thing of the soul; it can never die, no matter how much others may try.
She vowed her love would again be accepted by him once more, if it was the last thing she ever did.
Whether he remembered her or not.
…
It was three-thirty in the afternoon in the city of Maine, the snow falling in the graceful way of winter's embrace as an 18-year-old teen was walking down the stairs to his manor, noting and appreciating all of the things he had going for him.
Money, business, multiple manors in each state, cars that practically drive themselves, his own private world inside his mansion where he would never have to leave…
… and in all of that, he longed for a friend. He was never the best at socializing with the norm of citizens; he thought they were too simple. He never made any friends because he never needed any:
He had everything he needed or wanted on his own accord…
… but he longed to love, as well. It had been on his mind for a while, as he noted the things that life graced him with.
“Your meeting with the policy discussion is tomorrow sir, are you ready?” His assistant asked him as Em looked at him.
Em was the only name found on him, though, he has been known as Emma, Emy, Emily, Merle, and Ems, as he was taken in by a rich couple who never knew how to raise a child. They were killed in an accident when he was 4 years old. He never remembers his parents, and only has pictures to go on.
Their mansions and manors and business and wealth were to go to him if and when they died, but he was not able to claim it until he was 16… at least legally.
“No, I'm not… I don't feel like it, Robert.” He replied tiredly.
“Have you been taking your medication?” Robert asked as his eyebrow perked up.
“No, I've been trying to stay off of them. I feel like if I take them any more often, I'll be addicted.”
“But if you don't you'll start having-”
“I know. The flashes… they'll come back.” Em looked down and admitted his fault.
“You never know when they'll happen, sir. They will be there as quick as ever.” He noted with worry in his voice.
“I know… but I'm starting to see things now. Ghosts of… something. I'm tired of running from it, Robert. I want to face it.” He shook a fist in the air.
“I want to face them. They will never tear us apart, so long as I-” Em covered his mouth as Robert looked at him and sighed.
“And you say funny things, too.”
“Tell them to handle the meeting by themselves. I'm done with dealing with their petty needs.” Em spoke, annoyed, as he walked over to the stairs and put a hand on the wooden railing and looked out of the window to see the sun shining brightly and began to let his mind float into another memory.
He walked into a tall room of vibrant pink, green, blue and purple walls as he was greeted by a loving kiss by one he could not see.
Though she mattered so much to him.
They embraced each other and laid onto the bed together, her resting upon him as he smiled.
“I see you are feeling better, Tia, but are you sure this isn't the medicine talking?” He asked, slightly worried.
“No, my love, I am healed. It was only a little fever, nothing to be worried about… I just hope that I can lower the sun in a few hours.” She said in tones of slight worry and anxiousness.
He caressed her face softly and closed his eyes while resting his head to hers and simply breathed in sync with hers for a moment.
He opened his eyes and reassured her silently as she smiled with him.
“I love you so much, Emy. You are the miracle to my life… you are my everything… I hope I am the same to you.” She said and looked into his eyes
lovingly, expecting an answer.
He smiled and nodded lovingly, his eyes giving her feelings of passion and comfort.
“And so much more, Tia.”
“I love you, Tia.”
“I love you, too, Emy.”
“EM! Sir!” Em I jumped and looked around to see Robert shaking him awake, his glazed look in his eyes giving worry to Robert.
“What?” Em said in a half-drunken stupor. Such memories would leave him sluggish and tired, and gave me a sense of depression.
“Oh… sorry, Rob, how long was I gone?”
“A good ten minutes, sir. You cannot go along without your medication, so I brought you some.” He handed Em a glass of water and a pill.
He shook his head and set them both down.
“For the sake of argument, I want to know where these goddamn memories are coming from. I've no recollection of where or when I got them… I want to know and be rid of them… for good.” He said as a sharp pain in his heart and brain stung as soon as the last words of that sentence were spoke.
“What's wrong, sir?” Robert looked to him as he hissed in pain.
He realized soon enough that if he spoke of the memories harshly or wanted to be rid of them, he felt pain in his chest area where his heart is, and his mind…
… its like it was hurting him.
“I don't want these memories...” He mumbled and felt pain again.
“I'm sorry, what did you say?” Robert leaned in and asked.
“I don't want these memories!” He said louder as his legs felt weak and his mind fell into a raging migraine.
"I DON'T WANT THESE MEMORIES ANYMORE!” He screamed and clenched his fists tight as Robert jumped and he fell, knees hitting the ground, passing out.
An Hour Later...
“Em! Wake up!” Em's assistant said in a tone of worry as he was shaken awake.
“Whats… up?” Em said as he breathed a sigh of relief.
“You passed out on the floor, sir, and I revived you.”
“Oh… thanks.” He said, holding his own head in pain.
“I think I'm ready for that meeting, tomorrow. To get my mind somewhere else.” He said as his assistant sighed in annoyance.
“Before you were as healthy as a horse, now that you were on the brink of hospital care you decide to work? You certainly are a strange one, sir.”
“Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Probably why they all stay away from me...” He mumbled as He straightened his red bathrobe and looked at
Robert, who sighed and shook his head.
Then the home phone rang and He picked it up. It read a familiar number of his aunt. She needed to speak to him about various important subjects.
He took his bathrobe off and hung it up, picking up the black trench coat, walking out with just jeans, a black shirt and a trench coat in kind.
“Where are you going, sir?”
“To my aunt. She needs to talk about some things… don't wait up for me.” He said coldly as his assistant nodded and he opened the door and walked out to the Lamborghini. He clicked the button on the remote and the door opened, allowing him to climb in…
Later… down the road a ways…
Driving was something that was a bittersweet experience for Em… but tonight was a terrible experience. He had momentary flashes of things in front of me, speaking to him, and such. He decided to take the pill that Robert gave to him an hour ago and swallow it… the flashes then cooled down a few minutes later and his drive was easy again.
Then it appeared. A white, tall horse, or even a tall pony, appeared in front of the car like a ghost, causing Em to swerve out of the way, and drive off the side where the car rolled a few times and stopping upside down, allowing him to crawl away from my car and pass out on a dirt road
below...
Somewhere in another dimension…
“I love you, too, Tia...”
“Love you, too...”
“Tia...”
Words of him echoed in her mind as she sat upon my throne, thinking about him. It had been so long, it almost escaped her mind… how long it has been without…
… him.
Her hooves ached to hold him as her eyes ached to see him... realizing she can't. She felt a wave of depression hit her as she stepped down from her throne to eat a slice of cake in private… it would curb her depression for a while...
Today, she wanted whole cake. She began to walk down throne, as her sister put a hoof on Celestia's shoulder, halting her advance.
“Sister… would you like some company?” She asked, worried at her sister's state. There was nothing she could do.
“No, Luna, I would like to be alone… take over for me, will you? Just for a little while?”
“Alright… but you cannot keep shying from your duties, Tia. You're losing the ability to be a princess… and it hurts me to see you like this.” She finished with a twinge of guilt.
Celestia turned her head to her sister to show that she had no intention of ever wanting to be a princess again. After losing him, she's… always been beside herself.
The guards opened the throne doors as she walked through, her head hung low and a lump forming in her throat as I looked up and saw two groups, the nobles and the royals, walking down the corridor.
It was then when I was hit by a memory of one that haunted me so well.
She screamed. Screamed so very loudly.
“What's wrong? What happened?” Mother and father rushed in with her sister as Celestia held onto her love, Emy, as a dark inky blackness was taking over his body.
“I-I-I don't k-know! I was s-sleeping, and then I saw him like this!”
“Honey, this is a dark magic spell...” Her father spoke to her mother as she nodded. There was nothing they could do.
“Emy, I'm sorry. Please forgive me! I-I didn't know you were gone!”
“Its… fine, Tia… I'm sorry… for not fighting harder.”
“Sister, remember what mother and father told us we had?”
She looked up at her sister, her eyes swollen and red with tears running down her matted fur.
“… We each have a bond. You could...” She motioned to him as they looked down in his eyes, colder and colder they grew.
He nodded and closed his eyes as her horn shone brightly, his hands and forehead glowing as there was now a tattoo of a sun, in the shape of my own cutie mark, as a symbol of his love and bond to his truly.
He smiled with a twinge of sadness, guilt, and pain, as he knew he would never see her again.
“You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Em… I want you to know that!” She cried out to him.
“You were like a brother to me, Em.” Luna spoke up and smiled sadly.
“Practically a son!” Father said proudly as his barrel puffed forwards, Mother nodding at the comment.
“I'll see you again, Celly… Tia… my love.” He said to her as he reached up and kissed her gently once more, before he disappeared in her arms, before them all.
She will never see him again.
…
Celestia shook her head and saw not a soul around her own as she rushed to her chambers and buried her head into the bed, their bed, and cried without end. She wanted him back… She wanted him to walk with her once more through the gardens, the palace, holding her hoof gently...
…
Later, in Ponyville… outskirts, near Everfree...
“So, whatcha sayin' is, yer gonna take something big from Canterlot, and then send it back?” Applejack said as Twilight nodded.
“Exactly.” She smiled gleefully. She'd been practicing this all week until she was ready.
“If you can do this, you'll be the coolest magic pony ever!” Rainbow Dash said as she nodded again.
“No pressure!” Pinkie said as Twilight was now nervous.
“Oh boy...” She exhaled as her horn lit up, sweat falling down her own brow as a large purple portal opened up and a picture of Canterlot began to form before a large box floated through the portal and set down in front of them.
“Wonderful, darling! You did it!” Rarity applauded.
“Yay!” Fluttershy said shyly.
“Now… I have to send it back. This is the difficult part, considering it has to go back in the same place...” She spoke heavily and concentrated hard on the portal, and the box began to float back through smoothly.
“YIPEE!” Pinkie screamed, making Twilight jump and lose her concentration as the portal began to vibrate and then the picture of Canterlot was gone, and a black, dark void took it's place as they stared into it.
Little red lights and what looked like another being crawling a black road.
“What is it?”
“I don't know… I think this is another world. Send a message to Princess Luna, Spike. Alert her we need her presence immediately.”
“You got it!” He said and wrote the quick message down before burning it in a green fire…
Celestia's Chambers…
She shuddered, as her mind could not stop thinking about those words, “I'll see you again...”
They echoed through her mind endlessly.
Until she got a letter from Twilight about a portal she accidentally opened… but the benevolent princess was too sad to do anything but cry… so she gave the message off in a spell of magic with a note attached saying: “Do this for me, okay?”
Celestia walked over to her mirror to look upon herself. She straightened her mane and cleaned herself up and looked in the mirror.
“… best thing that ever happened to me...”
“… to me…”
“… me...”
She needed him… and she would come to realize the mistake she had just made.
… Along side a road in another dimension…
“Ugh… shit...” He grumbled and slowly crawled out from under his car. He grabbed his phone, realizing it was dead.
Grumbling and cursing, he put it back into his pocket and leaned against the car, sighing in pain.
He was lost.
He had no GPS to help get back. He started walking towards the back of the car, when then he noticed a purple light from the other side.
He walked back over and stood in front of it, seeing a brightly lit world of what looked like ponies…
… and there there they stood.
He stood stone still, legs falling limp and hitting the ground on one knee and looked into it. He reached out to it, and touched it with a feeling of comfort, as it was warm and soft feeling.
He then was being pulled by an unknown force, his feet sliding across the ground as it took him up in the air and held him up. He grabbed onto the branch of the tree that stopped his roll, and was quickly pulled in one swift motion, as his eyes saw nothing but white until he was thrown into the world on the other side.
The world of what looked like magical ponies. He slowly stood up and brushed himself off and looked up and was greeted by a small purple pony.
“Hello… Mr. Alien, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I'm sorry we brought you here so suddenly, I-”
“Twilight dear, I don't think he can understand you.” The white pony with violet curls for a mane and tail said as he looked at her.
“I can understand just fine… where the hell am I? How can you speak?”
“You're in Ponyville, we speak this as our primary language”
“How did-” He stopped as his eyes locked with the one taller, blue pony with a mane and tail that was a sparkling color of blue. It looked like the night sky was her main and tail… amazing. Seemingly floating on it's own accord.
“E-Em? Is that you?” She said to him as he was shocked she knew his name.
“Ho-How'd you know my name?” He said as she walked towards him briskly, but backed away from her.
“Em, please, listen to me, my name is Princess Luna, I'm here to help.”
“Princess Luna… I don't know you.”
“You look a little like the other one… from my dreams...” He quieted and stood still.
…
“… Tia...” He said as she gasped.
“She caused me to crash here, as you can see, my-” He pointed to the direction of the portal.
Except there was no portal.
This was a major problem for Em.
“Oh shit! ITS GONE!”
“Wh-Where's the portal? Where'd it go?!” He panicked as a soft hoof was laid on his shoulder which made him sharply turn his head to see Luna's face no more that a few inches away from his own.
“Emy, please… you're safe now. You need not run.” She said as her horn lit up, which scared him.
“I-I don't know you! G-get away from me!” He yelled as she twitched at the sound of those words.
But she remained strong.
“Em, please, listen to me, I just need to-” She walked over to him as he began to run.
Although he was not very fast. His Lamborghini had very good protection against crashes, but he was bruised and sluggish. He did not make it far into the forest, before he had to stop, collapsing to the ground against a tree.
“Emy, please… don't run. I just want to help.” She said as he looked around and saw her walking through bushes, as he stood back up and ran.
He ran so fast, faster than he ever has.
He was gone inside the forest, and Luna dared not venture any farther. So she sent a letter to her sister privately, which read:
Dear Sister,
I write to you that I have not been able to examine the portal, as it collapsed too quickly…
But something happened and somehow the unthinkable happened. Em has returned, and he is it the Everfree. I believe you are the only one that can retrieve him.
Come quickly sister, there is not much time to lose.
Your faithful sister,
Luna