//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Pone // by the Horse Writer //------------------------------// I took a big, long yawn as I leaned back into my chair, leaving the textbook unattended. Christ, overnight studying sucks ass. How haven’t I learned it already? The wall-mounted clock showed it was a little past midnight, and I’d only just gotten the party started. At least tomorrow (well, technically today) is the weekend, so I don’t need to worry. Tiredly, I reached out to my work table and took hold of the steaming cup of tea. I noticed I’ve taken a liking to Cinnamon-flavored ones lately. With another yawn, I took a nice sip. Once the coldness of the night had been chased away by the tea’s warmth, I stretched my arms, to get a little more awake. And yeah, I said arms. Not hooves. Guess who woke up one day, and discovered they missed an entire week of their life? I’ll give you one guess. Take your time. If you guessed that it was me, then congrats! You won the bragging rights. About a week and a half ago, I fell asleep on a Thursday, had a nice adventure, then woke up on a Wednesday. That means that I’ve missed a few days' worth of classes. Usually, that would be fine, even if a bit annoying; unfortunately, I had decided to go off on an adventure in the same week as this huge test. And now I have to do this large project to compensate. Which I don’t need to tell you that it fucking sucks. Well, that seems like enough of a break. I turned around in my swivel chair to face my bed. My room was pretty small, so I could reach pretty much everywhere from the chair, provided I had the dexterity to do so. And there it lay, sitting on the bed. A bunch of printed materials- textbooks, worksheets, and so on, all pretty much essential to my project. I rummaged through the scattered papers for a moment, before finding what I truly needed in life: A bulky folder, filled to the brim with the most important materials. Opening it, I sifted through the papers, trying to find the most readable one. There was a lot of stuff in there. My class notes, hand-drawn diagrams, a stylized envelope… Wait, what? Confused, I took out the envelope. It looked fairly formal, with a wax seal and all, like something straight out of the 18th century. “Huh…” I murmured as I tentatively broke the wax seal. Carefully, I opened the envelope, when- A sudden rush of air blasted me, and- was that confetti? “Gah!” I cried a manly startled cry. My hair was now blown back, filled with- yep, confetti. Even though I was still stunned from the surprise attack, I had a pretty good idea of who sent it. I mean, who on earth would put a confetti cannon in an envelope? I didn’t want to get my hopes up, though I was already smiling, so I promptly took the letter, which was nestled in the envelope. I unfurled the paper, and began reading: Dear David. I apologize for the confetti, but Pinkie- “Ha! knew it!” I giddily shouted, then continued reading. -but Pinkie hadn’t stopped bothering me until I agreed to put it in. You must have noticed by now, but I have found a way to transport objects between our worlds. Physical objects, not just consciousness. That said, I am still a few ways off from transporting living beings. I’m getting closer, though, so hold on tight! This letter was mostly a test, to see if I can send objects to your exact location, so expect to see a more personalized letter from Fluttershy and I -and probably the rest of our friends- coming shortly. Assuming it will work, of course. Hopefully see you soon, Twilight Sparkle. I smiled. Hell yeah.