//------------------------------// // Filler because you asked me to release something // Story: "My little Dashie" Sequel // by Roker999 //------------------------------// Here's a quick summary of the beginning of the last chapter "The End" It howls in your ears, it's currents cut through your face; it squirms into your body into every possible place; The wind. I had never felt the wind blow so hard against me. Back on earth, I never fancied anything extreme (unlike Dashie, of course). I planned on going skydiving with her, you know, to "share the experience". My guts gave out, I couldn't do it. I felt bad about myself for a few days afterwards, seeing Dashie all disappointed like that. I knew we would've had a blast, if only my heart hadn't told me to stay home. I never really could grasp the reason why people would put their lives in danger for fun. Maybe it made them proud of themselves, maybe they want to do something interesting before the end of their short lives. I always wondered what had happened to my house, what had happened to all my possessions after my "disappearance" from that world. I feel like a rambling old man, telling you all this. I don't suppose you really care about me or what happened to me; or maybe you do, that's your choice. Some of you may be tired from hearing me talk about the past, but what else do I have but the past? My future is unknown to me. I will try to make the best of it, yet I can't shake this sensation from me, almost as if I know what's going happen. I like happy endings, and I'm certainly looking forward to one. Maybe everything will go well, maybe Dashie and I will live happily ever after; maybe Princess Celestia will mercy my poor old soul. I may look young and daring on the outside, yet on the inside I am nothing but an crippled old man, waiting for his own happy ending. I liked that old house, it stores so many memories within it's forgotten crumbling walls. That old tree in the yard, the long, dazing grass. I loved it all, yet I left it all. I don't want to say that I miss that place, but sometimes I think to myself: "What would have happened if Dashie and I stayed on earth?". That question certainly bewildered me; constantly inching it's way into my exhausted mind, much like a parasite. Sometimes I would just give in and think of the times when nothing mattered, nothing except her. We enjoyed spending our Sunday evenings lying on the cool, wet grass, gazing at the stars. She would hum a soothing melody to herself, and when I asked her where she heard it, she would tell me she couldn't remember. There she sat, next to me, staring, wide-eyed, humming her melody. I felt rather awkward, rather out of place. It felt like I didn't belong here, and sometimes I would leave her there, by herself, knowing that girls of her age sometimes need to be alone with their thoughts. Sometimes I would tell her stories of the great Princess Luna, who's image had been engraved in the moon for a century, ever awaiting it's release. She never asked who Luna was, or if she even existed. One night, when the moon had long disappeared behind the forest-covered hills, I heard a faint sobbing drift through the dark hallway. I crept here and there, looking for it's source. I knew it was her, but something inside me wanted to prove that it wasn't her; so I kept on searching. I didn't want to get involved; sometimes I would lay in bed at those times and sob myself; deep down inside I knew she wouldn't stay here forever. I thought that she wanted to go back to wherever she came from. some days she looked torn like an old rag; torn between me and this dull, gray world, and a colorful world full of magic and friendship. I couldn't blame her, I didn't really like it here either. When I found her, I knew our time together wouldn't last forever. "Daddy?" she would whisper in the dark. "What are you doing here?" I would reply. "Go to bed, it's late. "Daddy, w-what's going to happen when I grow up? She would reply to me; then hop out of her little bed and hug my legs. I wanted to tell her things would be as they are, just fine, we would live together happily ever after, but I couldn't; I knew that wasn't the case, I knew things wouldn't always be like they are now. I would look down at her, pet her soft rainbow hair, and say: "I don't know, honey. Things aren't the way they seem. Things change. You may think not; you may hide your head under your covers, yet there's no avoiding it. In a blink of an eye, in a mere second, everything will change. You might ask yourself: "Who am I, where do I belong?". Only one answer comes afloat in the deep, dark lagoons of your mind: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Squinting my eyes didn't help. I couldn't see a damn thing! I could only hear Fluttershy's ear-piercing screams. Why doesn't she use her wings? What have I gotten into!? I don't know how to fly! I tried to keep a calm state of mind. I had read a lot about teaching your pet birds how to fly, since I had to teach Dashie how to do it. Dynamic images of birds spreading their wings flashed through my mind. What the hell am I doing!? I can't remember a God Damned thing! If I don't do something soon, Fluttershy and I are going to die!