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// Fourth 
// Story: After Dusk 
// by Nolan_shy 
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Chapter 4

It's unbelievable how fast time flies, he was already the same age as me when I first adopted him. He got a job, moved out, and had many good times making parties for his friends when he wasn't busy. Although one thing had brought him down, and that was the death of Angel, once his beloved friend.

He got a job with an elite group of ponies working for Twilight. Their tasks were to figure out what magic really was, and what it's tie was to friendship. His new job required a lot of dedication, and that meant less visits. Sometimes, I'll go down to the spot we used to sit at to watch the sunset because I missed him. He spent long periods of time in Canterlot at the Royal Institute of Magical Sciences which really brought the visits down.

However, when he did manage to visit, he would be such a great company to me. We would sit down for hours reminiscing about our times we had together, and he struggles we overcame together. Sometimes he would bring a certain special some pony over.

Yeah, my very own Dusk was in love. Her name was Stella. She was beautiful; her long flowing mane was golden, she had  green eyes, and had a whit coat of fur. He met her while on a train returning from Canterlot, and was leaving from Manehattan to live in Ponyville. He had met her, and they connected right away, even though she was a unicorn. They both had a mutual interest in magic's properties and what it could do.

When she had first come over when Dusk had brought her, it was quite weird. Let me recap.

"Hey, Fluttershy, Dusk has told me so much about you and how great of a mother you are." 

"We'll, uhmm yes. I guess so." I whispered in my high pitch tone like the one I used when I met Twilight. Dusk had never seen me so shy, but it was really weird to meet my son's wife.

"Uh mom, are you okay?" Dusk asked 

"I'm fine, but would you look at the time I got to take meal out of the oven." I said as I dashed for the kitchen.

The rest of the night was easy, and I got comfortable and learned so much about them or what I was talking about earlier.

I had thought that Dusk was over the whole craze about his dad, but I was wrong. He went out searching for him, and had not returned for a year. He never had a clue where to start, but still refused to think it was pointless.  He gave up, there was no way to trace his dad he was abandoned, and it may have been a single mother and the father never even knew he had a child. The dad phase was officially over, I was sad for him though. I could never have imagined my fillyhood with only one parent.

One time, he had been knocked out of the sky by an unidentified Pegasus and was hospitalized. Stella, my friends, his friends, and I were all there because he had fallen a large distance, a miracle he survived. As he laid in that bed, I would hold his hoofs tight. My friends all brought get well soon related gifts, and Pinkie threw a party to make him feel better. Kind of weird in hein sight that Pinkie was able to throw a party in a hospital.

For the next couple month and a half, stayed by his side for the entire rehabilitation. It was the most important thing I could do as a mother. I cared, cooked, and cleaned for him just like what I used to do with him when he was younger. On one of those nights, I picked him up, as heavy as he became, and rocked him and told him: "I'll always love you, and I will be there until I die; you still are my son after all."