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// Epilouge 
// Story: The Paths We Choose 
// by discord7 
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	I was in the foyer waiting for Dashira to come back home from Junior Flight Camp. Even though Scootaloo had taught her everything she knew about flying I still wanted her to go. I was at the trophy case looking over all of my awards and ribbons, the ones I'd one as my days as a Wonderbolt and a few from even before that. One prized possession kept catching my eye though, my old uniform. It was dusty and faded from the years of non-use, but I kept it to remind me of happier times.
I heard a knock on the door, it couldn't be Dashira she'd always come barging in yelling "I'm home!" at the top of her tiny lungs. She was still small compared to her birth mother, but to me she stood eye level. I limped a little over to the door, my left knee had never exactly been the same since the accident.
I opened the door to see the one colt I would have least expected to ever come back into my life.
"Soarin?" I squeaked out.
"Hey Dash." He said with the same vitality and youth as the day last saw him.
"Wh- what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I heard about what's been going on around here," he said as he walked past me and made himself at home in the foyer looking over my awards, "it's been ten years Dash. Think it's time to let go?"
I laughed trying to ease the mood, "What are you talking about?"
"You have to go back where you belong Dash, your friends are worried about you." He told me sternly.
I looked down, knowing all too well what he was talking about.
"They miss you Dash. And running away like this isn't going to solve it, face your problems." Soarin told me. "I'll be there with you."
I looked up and saw him smiling.

I waited until Dashira came home and told her we were going to our real home
"But I thought this was our home." She said with her wide eyes staring up at me.
"It was..." I told her, "it still is but... we have to go to my real home ok?"
"Why?" she asked.
"It's just complicated, we have to go." I told her.
"OK." She mumbled glumly.

It was the first steps in the series of things that would push Dashira and I to the limits of our bond. For ten years I'd raised her as my own, she's never known the outside world. Now we had to travel to Ponyville, it's just that I had no idea how hard it would be...

Stay tuned for the sequal: The Decisions We've made.