//------------------------------// // The Very Isolated Times. [Short] // Story: Live, Die, Repeat // by Hidden_Night //------------------------------// It’s been another week. Research has been going steady, we finally figured nothing of note. Twilight’s research is a lot less exciting than I thought, still fun at least. I just hope we begin experimenting on the Timberwolf’s bits and parts eventually. Turns out, Twilight doesn’t have to do a weekly friendship report. Celestia kinda found out how much it strained Twilight so just extended the due date to two weeks in between letters. Which is nice, however turns out there’s another holiday I was unaware of, Sibling Day. Sibling Day and Family Appreciation Day are both well meaning holidays, I guess it replaces Mother’s and Father’s Day by including everyone. Leaves one issue, I don’t have an excuse to celebrate it and most businesses are closed to handle the local event or visiting their siblings. Even Pink Horse is visiting her sisters. That just leaves me, alone. Twilight and Spike went to Canterlot to visit their brother, good for them good for them. At first they didn’t want too because they didn’t have someone to look after the library while they were gone, so I was entrusted with holding the fort down for the two of them. I could go out and socialize, but it isn’t my place. I don’t know anyone who isn’t visiting a family member. I hate my lack of social ability to just approach ponies. Why is it so difficult for me to talk normally to someone? Why does it always lead to someone else leading a conversation? Why do I keep complaining about an issue I can resolve by talking to someone else? I should probably shut up. It’s not good to just keep telling off myself. You’d think I’d have charisma after visiting so many worlds, but no, I’ve only talked to the people who want to hang out with me. I never felt the need to go out and find a party to join. I don’t have family here, but I do have a method of visiting family at least. In my memories I can see them, even if I don’t remember their faces I can still remember enough to appreciate them. Closing my eyes I decided to take a visit to the dream world. “Hello Dreamscape.” I told the empty space, only a few dots lined the sky around me, other dreams. So far only pony dreams I can see. I don’t know about other species’ dreams. “Alright.” I waited for a moment, maybe I could talk to Luna. Yet I didn’t feel her presence. She’s probably hanging out with Celestia. A defeated sigh escaped my lips, maybe I could… Stop! Just visit your family man, it’s the only time you’ll be isolated long enough to see the memory. Take it! My magic shot out then looped back to hit myself in the head, shifting though the memories inside. I didn’t want to fully replay them, just watch the memories. It’s like watching a screen but inside my eyes. It’s nice. Sitting down to get comfy, I smile. It’s been how many years? I can’t tell, being dead makes me blind to that. I know it’s roughly 39 lifetimes I’ve lived, but I’ve died more times than I could feel at ease. Dying on arrival was oddly common. Yet, I’ve adapted, with magic being the most common element throughout all of them. I learned magic, and I dealt with political intrigue way too much. Sometimes that got me assassinated, but at least they were quick. Looking at an image of my original family I could feel tears slide down my face. It’s been too long. I can’t forget them, I already forgot their face, but I can’t forget who they were to me. I can’t afford to let them die a second time. I decided to open my eyes, that was enough. I’m surprised Luna isn’t here still, I thought she would detect me in the Dreamscape. Guess she’s too busy with her sister. A light of my horn brought me back to being awake. The Library being the bright beacon I needed to see today. Perhaps Twilight could give me some pointers on how to make new friends, or I could join in on her friend group. Yeah, that would give me something to work towards, a goal. Perhaps even some fun! Twilight has been too good to me, you know? I don’t really deserve someone like her to help me, I should figure out what she would need. I can do almost anything. I got an idea. I stepped down to the basement, rummaging through the boxes I pulled out an oddly long purple crystal. I wonder if she’ll appreciate a new weapon, girls like weapons, right?