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// The end? 
// Story: My name is Fake Mark 
// by Skarsnik 
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I was stuck at my office doing some last minute paperwork, thanks to another Ponyville disaster. For some reason, Rainbow Dash did not show up all day and other ponies at the weather team, just like any disaster day in Ponyville, were either taking the day off or hanging out in the office playing card games all day. I was supposed to report the slackers but I didn’t really care.

I had a lot on my mind recently. I let up an occasion to steal the Element of Magic slip up when Princess Celestia brought Discord here to try to reform him. Well, it was unplanned but I am pretty sure I could have found some way to get my hoof on the object that brought me in this extended period of living a “normal” life.

I also kind of grow fond of Twiligh- my target. It’s refreshing to meet ponies smarter than the average dumb ponies, but her still naïve side in trusting ponies is cute. I finally moved with her and it’s really scary. I had to be extra careful on what I do of my free time and my attitude all the time. Like ranting how stupid her friends are, I am supposed to go along well with them. And I tell you aside from my ‘boss’, all are pretty uninteresting to me, between the superficial pseudo fashionista and the dumb farm pony, I have nothing I can relate to.

I was also worried by the look the mail mare is giving me every time I meet her, especially when I am alone in the office and she comes to delivers some mail. If she figured the truth I could be in a lot of trouble or I would need to get rid of her. I preferred not to think of that, she is a kind and funny pony, she can’t stop talking about her filly if you give her some free time to talk. I was not fan of the idea of making a foal orphan.

I pushed my worries aside as I shooed away the last pegasus of the weather team out. I think they get better at not slacking too much since I have been here, but not today.

“You are no fun, I love resting on this couch,” Cloudchaser said with feign offence. The couch reserved for guests but was mostly used by lazy pegasus napping.

“Your bed is probably a better place to sleep.” I closed and locked the door.

“Yes, but there is no Flitter, nor Thunderlane around.” maybe it was time for the twin sisters to move in a separate house. It’s  weird for both the couple and ponies living with them, trust me we had to move Spike in a separate room.

It was starting to get dark. Some pegasus had pointed that the sky had gone crazy all day, but it was back at what I had originally planned. It was a nightmare to manage to keep a stable weather near the Everfree Forest with the wild weather that could come and ruin days of carefully planned cloud placement. My job was supposed to just help do paperwork but I was often in the sky helping the team.

When I reached the tree house I witnessed an interesting but very confusing scene. Princess Celestia was here, giving a speech and bowing to… Twilight. She now has wings? And if I understand correctly she was now a Princess? I think I stayed frozen for a while until Pinkie pushed me toward Twilight to congratulate her.

I did not have doubt in my mind that everything was part of a great scheme by the Princesses, it had only been 3 days since we had a new Princess in Equestria and it was already the end of her coronation. It was like everything had been planned in advance since I don’t think it’d take such a short notice to get everything like banners and carriage ready.

We were in her chamber in Canterlot Castle. She was asleep and I was staring at the tiara she wore for the coronation. It was resting on a nearby nightstand. I could not have planned this, but here was the Element of Magic in hooves reach, defenceless, ready to be taken. I grabbed a quill and a scroll. She always had some laying around. I looked a last time at the mare I spend more than a year wooing and got into the idea of a wedding before making my decision.

I was now relaxing on a beach, a fresh glass of mojito in one hoof, my other hoof was resting on the flank of a beautiful mare, admiring the sun setting in the calm blue water in front of me. I know it sounds rather cliché, but hey, I can finally rest and stop worrying for the rest of my life. No plan to stick to, nearly no planning aside from how to spend my newly acquired wealth. 

Do I regret completing my plan? Nah.