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// Epilogue 
// Story: The Wings Have Eyes 
// by Prophet Of Doom 
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Twilight stood patiently in the audience chambers of Cantalot Castle. She had stopped off in the city, while Dash and Fluttershy continued onto Ponyville. At the station, she was joined by Spike, who had traveled up. In front of them was  Princess Celestia. She was looking over the documents that Twilight had brought back from Three Feathers Rise. Looking up from them she gave her former pupil a smile, "Thank you for doing this for me, Twilight. I'm glad to read that at least the talks went smoothly."
Twilight half chuckled, "Yeah that was a somewhat strange trip. I just hope that ....Red Hooves gets the help he needs."
"Oh, he will," Celestia smiled. "Construction of the branch line will start soon."
"And Glare Wing?" Spike asked. "How do we get him to come down from those mountains."
The two mares exchanged a glance before Twilight answered, "We don't. At least, not for now anyway."
Spike raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"We can't force him to return, Spike. He chose to leave the town after Red Hooves was subdued. Why I can't say, but that was his desition to make and we can't change it."
"At least not directly," Celestia added, drawing Spike's attention. "From what you have told me, Twilight. I would wager that our dear Fluttershy has planted in Glare Wing mind, a seed which will erode away that what holds him from returning." Celestia then turned her gaze to a north facing window from which she could just make out the Yaket range on the horizon. "I believe that you'll be hearing from them sooner than you think, my dear Twilight."





The sun slowly set over the mountain tops, casting long shadows over Three Feathers Rise. From a ledge high on Mt. Tall Fang sat Glare Wing. It was a spot he used to come to daily, however, this evening was his first visit in years.
He watched the town prepare for the coming night. Shutting up businesses and lighting street lamps. 
Glare Wing's mind was buzzing with Fluttershy's words. He'd always been tempted to return home. Now it was greater than ever. But just as loudly, a voice of doubt battled against Fluttershy's. Each producing counterpoints to each other arguments. 
So lost in his train of thought was he, that he failed to notice that he too was being watched. Nor that he was no longer alone on the mountain. Being approached from behind.
"Glare Wing."
The sudden call of his name caused Glare Wing's feathers and fur to stand on end. He knew this voice well and had longed to hear it again. The griffon turned away from the town and locked eyes with a Hippogriff of evergreen. The doubting voice immediately started screaming for him to go but this, for once in a long time, was ignored.
"Swiftsure."