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// Epilogue 
// Story: Home Sweet Home 
// by Wheller 
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Epilogue

Nightly was an odd pony. He was a wanderer, a dreamer, he dabbled in a bit of everything and wasn’t particularly skilled at any of it. He lived in Canterlot, if you could call it living, he didn’t actually live anywhere, and he wandered around the poorer districts doing odd jobs for anypony who needed them.

Nightly was a unicorn. That made him more useful than most, the one thing he did seem, to be good at was heavy lifting. He would use his magic to lift a box to a high shelf and receive a bit in payment. One would have expected Nightly to have a floor jack or maybe a crane for a Cutie Mark, but alas, he didn’t have one at all. That wasn’t what made the unicorn odd though.

He’d been wandering around the poorer districts for nearly a month, or at least, that was when ponies had started noticing him, they supposed that he could have been around a lot longer, but what had made him odd was that he couldn’t remember anything before that. Nightly wasn’t really his name. At first, he had been known as “the helpful pony that came around at the end of the day to help with anything that needed doing.”

As one could likely imagine, that was too hard to use in conversation, so it was eventually shortened to “that helpful nightly pony,” and again to Nightly.

Nightly liked the name, it fit him well, as both his mane and coat were both jet black. The poorer ponies of Canterlot could have very easily come up with a much less nicer name than that. Nightly worked all night and slept most of the day, so he had a bit of a regrettable habit of startling ponies when approaching them as he blended in with the darkness a little too well. Often times, just before dawn, all you could see of him was his glowing amber eyes, which were his most notable trait.

Despite the initial misgivings for the unicorn vagabond, the ponies of the poorer districts were happy to have him around. He was after all, a loyal and dependable worker to all of them; he worked to better the poorer districts, even going so far as to dumping most of his small earnings into the local charity to help give food to underclass children.

Nightly had evolved into the pillar of the community, he was the role model of the young children, he taught that they should all work hard and help the less fortunate, and everypony loved him for it.

Nightly was only slightly bothered by his lack of memory. He wanted to remember who he’d been before, sure, but the more he thought about it, he figured that the past didn’t matter. Who he was now did. The pitch black unicorn with amber eyes was happy just as he was.