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// Dreams of the Dead 
// Story: Death and Dying 
// by Regidar 
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Nirvana carefully walked over the heated red stones of Hell. 

His hooves made a soft crunching noise as they clopped over the red stones.

Approaching a pool of blood, he saw a mare crying over the pool.

"Are you alright?"

Turning around, he saw a face he hadn't in a while.

"Nightmare Dream? Is that-"

Nightmare's face contorted into a grotesque grimace.

"It's me, your only friend, and the one you loved. But why didn't you save me?"

Nirvana stumbled back.

"I'm sorry! I warned you not to go into my dreams!"

The face had almost completely melted off by now, and her skin was beginning to bubble.

"You knew I was tempted to see what was in your head! You should have acted more on this! My death was all your fault!"

Nirvana backed over a ledge.

"AAAAHH!"

Down, falling, forever into a pit of darkness.

***

"Nirvana...Nirvana..."

Blinking, Nirvana looked over at the person standing over him.

It was in fact a person, a human if he recalled Lyra Heartstring's lectures correctly.

"Damn it, Nirvana, why didn't you kill her?"

"I'm sorry, when someone dies, I expect them to stay dead! Also, who are you?"

The human standing over him had blonde hair, was wearing a green striped dress shirt and underneath that a shirt which said Nirvana's name on it and bore his cutie mark.

"You have a shirt of me?"

"Um, no. They're a band. And if I had one of you, I would burn it, because you are that much of a dumbass."

"I don't see how that would add up, but ok..."

The human walked over to a cabinet, and Nirvana got a better look around. 

He was in a small house, a one room hovel really, consistent of a bench with tools on it, a cauldron, a toilet with a curtain around it, a sink, a brewing stand, some shelves, a furnace, and a jukebox.

The human pulled out a green potion, and uncorked it.

"Here, drink this."

He gave it to Nirvana. Nirvana gulped it down for about five seconds and then nearly threw up.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's rat bile."

Nirvana did throw up this time. Fortunately, he made it to the toilet in time.

When he was finished, he gave the human a stair of loathing.

"Why did you do that?"

The human laughed. "I wanted to see if you were stupid enough to drink it. I'm Elijah by the way."

Nirvana walked around.

"Hey, Big Mac, you get some mushrooms to use in the stew from outside?"

Nirvana stopped dead in his tracks.

"Eeyup!"

Big Mac walked in and stopped in his tracks when he saw Nirvana. Nirvana turned to run, but Big Mac snorted in anger, and charged Nirvana down, tackling him, and thrusting his hooves to Nirvana's throat.