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// The Narrator Introduction 
// Story: Just These Little Things 
// by moonblossom131 
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Out of the many things that I've seen, think that the one that interests me the most is in a little universe, on a little planet, in a little country, in a little village. The universe has no name. Nor does the planet. The creatures in the little village only know of three countries: they're own, Griffonia, and the Land of the Dragons. This country is called Equestria. And the little town is called Ponyville. 

I remember coming here many years ago to take two grown ponies. One was a mare and one was a stallion, each wearing the same ring. These ponies have traits that I myself could never understand. I took one of the souls in my hand just before his daughter could realize it. And I took the mother's life just months after. 

The little filly was someone that I could never quite get rid of. Whenever I needed to take someone, there she was. Whenever I had another job to do, there she was. And whenever I was just about to leave from a job that needed not to be done, she was there. Staring coldly at the air. Just staring. 

It was up high in the sky, on a cloud faraway from the village she is in now. There was a lonesome little filly with no friends. Her parents died when she was little, the first time I saw her, and ever since then wherever I was she was there too. On one particular morning, there was a mishap at one of the weather factories. A whole lot of lives lost, and one big job for me to get done. Standing just outside the accident was the little filly, staring coldly into the factory, and she was just staring. Hiding under her long, pink locks, and just staring. Her light yellow coat was just her light yellow coat. She knew it too. There was nothing special about her, at least not yet, not for many years.

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Years had past. The filly turned into mare, and she had a filly of her own. Now she was what you might call middle aged. She walked along the little sidewalk to pick up her daughter from her school. She held a less cold gaze, and less tension in her muscles. I was already late for a job, but I didn't care. I needed to see this.

The mare clip-clopped along the dirt road steadily. She waved hello to a few of her closest friends on her way to the schoolhouse. She reached the front door and was about to walk inside to meet the teacher when she heard little voices. 

"Oh, look at you!" the nasally voice would taunt. "Look at your hair, all done up pretty like ours."

"Leave me alone, Sapphire Gem!" the meeker voice would whimper back. "What did I ever do to you?"

"You nearly got us expelled, you little rat! We just want to talk," another high-pitched voice shouted. 

The mare was listening silently. These were the younger fillies, her daughter was inside the classroom. She knew the voice of her good friend's niece. 

"Golden Star, why are you doing this? We used to be friends!" the younger voice cried. 

"Because you nearly got us expelled!" Golden Star replied.

The mare shook her head lightly. She knew she couldn't do anything. She wouldn't do anything. 

Taking a deep breath, the mare walked into the schoolhouse. I followed her inside, floating like a meditator. 

"Hello, fillies and gentlecolts," the mare smiled very warmly. Her daughter's eyes sparked with pride. Normally a teen like her wouldn't respect her parents, but everyone loved Moon Blossom's mother.

"Hello, Ms. Fluttershy!" the young teens would reply. 

"I'm here for family appreciation day, and I am an old friend of Ms. Cheerilee!" the mare said kindly and lightly, with that soft, rolling voice of hers. "I'm here to talk about the very first time I harnessed the Element of Kindness, when I destroyed Nightmare Moon!"

The foals all gasped and smiled brightly at this. The mare smiled back even livelier! But I could tell that she hid her poison underneath. I knew the truth of Fluttershy. I knew the utterly, desperate truth.

Who am I? You will all meet me one day. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not for many years, but when the time comes you will know my face and you will accept your fate.

Who am I? I am the one, and the only, Death.