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// Epilogue Part B 
// Story: Christmas Company 
// by LightDoinStuff 
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The sounds of the cab driving on the road provided a soundtrack as equally unique as Lyra's ponderings at that moment.

Her grandmother, Melody Heartstrings, had told her stories when she was younger of being cared for by a bipedal creature she referred to as a "human". She told of a strange world of technical advances, great structures, and a completely different culture and world to Equestria. Most of all, she spoke of the kindness she was shown during her brief time there.

Of course, Melody had only told these stories after her own parents had passed. Indeed, Lyra heard about them only a year or so after this had happened, with Melody informing her beforehand of "a story that deserved to be passed down". The tale had captured the imagination of a young Lyra, filling her mind with the wonders of a world unlike anything she'd ever heard of, even in her many fantasy novels.

Lyra's parents, however, were quite angry with the story. They offered up many harsh words, claiming the aging mare was "delusional" and criticizing Melody for "filling Lyra's head with lies".

Despite this, Lyra always remembered the story. She always believed.

How glad she was to be right!

All these years later, though her family had tried to suppress the tale, the truth came out! Not only that, but she was about to meet the man that had cared for her grandmother!

Lyra glanced over at Melody, who was contentedly napping against the cab door. Melody had been ecstatic at the thought of returning here, admitting a foalish desire to show her caretaker how much she'd grown. Perhaps that excitement had tired her out, hence her current state of resting.

Lyra wasn't worried about that. What mattered was the truth, as well as the bridging of the generational gap between herself and her grandmother. To have a once in a lifetime experience like this…it meant everything to her.

"This is the place." The driver announced, pulling off to the side.

Lyra pulled out a collection of bits from a saddlebag before waking her grandmother up. The two quickly left the cab before it sped away, leaving them with their thoughts of the future. They walked down the driveway until they caught sight of the building.

"Does it look like you remember it?" Lyra asked Melody.

"Almost exactly." She replied, a tear falling from her cheek. It was good to see that some things didn't change.

The two approached the building, with Melody knocking lightly on the front door. Lyra tried to manage her excitement as the door opened, revealing a woman with red hair in a typical Saturday attire.

"Hello," she began, "may I help you?"

"My name is Lyra Heartstrings," Lyra introduced herself, "and this is my grandmother, Melody."

Melody gave a gentle bow before Lyra continued.

"We were told the man who took care of my grandmother lives here. May we see him?" She asked.

The woman bit her lip, seeming uncomfortable about something.

"I'm afraid he's no longer with us." She explained.

Lyra's heart sank, and she saw her grandmother's smile fall as well.

"Oh," Lyra stated simply, "I'm sorry."

The woman smiled. "But I'm Sheila, his great-granddaughter. I've heard a lot about you, Melody. I'd love to meet you, as well as your granddaughter."

Sheila stepped aside, indicating the inside of the cabin. "Would you like to come in?"