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// 8. Epilogue 
// Story: The Alchemist 
// by bkc56 
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Quicksilver took a sip of his tea. He then reached for another cookie.

Wait, that’s it? You’re just going to leave Ann standing in the antechamber?” Misty asked, her voice a bit higher-pitched than normal.

He nodded. "Yup, I'm afraid so. That's all we have of the story." He set his tea down.

"But... But... What did Princess Celestia say to Ann? Wait, no, what happened between Ann and Thunder Surf? Did he go visit her? And did Ann ever leave her master and go off on her own? There’s so much more to know about Ann’s life."

He shrugged. "We'll never know for sure."

Misty harrumphed, and then with a sly grin she softly said, "You know, that Thunder Surf sounds like a cool pony. I bet I could have been interested in him. And we know he likes the sciency mares..."

Quicksilver choked on his cookie. "What...?"

"Gotcha! That'll teach you to stop when Ann’s adventure as an alchemist is just getting started.” She paused for a moment. “And besides, I really like the stallion I got. I wouldn't trade him for a stable full of royal guards." She nuzzled his neck.

He kissed the top of her head. "I guess that's okay then. So, what did you think of the story?"

Her eyes drifted up towards the ceiling. "Well... It's more imaginative than a pony-with-an-oar, and you are a much better storyteller than I would have thought. You really should write it down. It's a great story. You could fully explore her life as an alchemist, and perhaps even turn it into a book. It would be fun to publish something that's not just another technical paper."

"It's funny that you should mention writing it down..."

She tilted her head to the side. “Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s already written down in Windflower’s journal.”

Misty sat back to look directly at Quicksilver. “She had a journal? And after a millennium, it’s still around?”

He nodded. “Yes. It’s been in my family, passed down from generation to generation over the centuries. Years ago, my great grandparents donated the journal to what was then the brand new Canterlot Museum of Pony History. Their restoration department made an exact replica for my grandparents so we could keep it in the family. My parents have it now. They’d often read to me from it as a colt.”

She squinted at him with just a hint of a pout. “Well, if you have the journal, then you know the rest of Ann’s story. Why are you holding out on me?”

He shook his head. “The years have not been kind to it. Most of the back half is missing. There are just scattered pages here and there, usually with water damage or otherwise illegible. There are also a few blank pages at the end. The story I told you comes from the first half that’s still intact.”

“Okay, so with the journal, we know we only have part of the story. Are we sure that what’s there is completely accurate? Many ponies write as much about their hopes and dreams as about actual events. What if it was little more than a draft of a story she was writing?”

He tapped at his chin with a hoof. “I suppose that could be possible. Although we do have some corroborating evidence.”

“Like what?”

With a devious smile, Quicksilver asked, “So who all was present for those events?”

“Well, there were a whole bunch of ponies there, but they’re all long gone. The alchemist and Windflower obviously. Thunder Surf, and all the other royal guards. And of course Princess…” Her eyes widened.

“Yes?”

“Princess Celestia was there a thousand years ago. She would remember Windflower and all the events.”

He chuckled. “Not only remembers, but she has also confirmed them. She penned a scroll to confirm the events she was physically present for. That scroll, signed by her, with the Royal Sun Seal, is on display in the museum next to the display containing the journal itself.”

Misty sat, eyes wide, mouth agape.

“There’s some other supportive documentation too. And it answers your question about Ann and Thunder Surf. Official records show that she and Thunder Surf were married some time after the events in the journal. She moved to the castle and took the position of Royal Alchemist. They also had three colts together.”

“So it really is all true? Wow. I’d sure like to read the journal myself.”

“I’m sure my parents would let us borrow their copy.”

“I think I’d rather have my own copy. I know it wouldn’t be the original, but it would still be neat to have.”

“Like all their ancient texts, the museum either has a reproduction for sale, or you can special order one. A couple of the books in my library are special order reproductions of ancient texts. They aren’t cheap though.”

“I remember seeing those. I just didn’t think about where they came from.” She gave him a playful push with her shoulder. “We can afford it for a piece of family history.”

“Sounds like a good idea for a Hearth’s Warming Eve present. I’m just not sure if they can get it done in time.”

Misty gave him a flat stare.

“What?”

She raised her head to look down her muzzle. “I’ve seen that big box you think you have hidden in your office.”

He shrugged. “Okay, perhaps your birthday then...”

“I’m already looking forward to it.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss.

“So that’s one of my family stories. Do you have a heritage story you can share?”

Misty put a hoof to her chin and thought for a moment. “Well… There is one I can think of. I have an ancestor, a few generations back, who was the captain of a small cargo ship. The lighthouse was out one stormy night as they were coming into Horseshoe Bay. They ended up on the rocks. Everypony got safely to shore in the lifeboats, but the ship was lost. He took one of the lifeboat oars, slung it over his withers, and started walking inland…”


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