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// Purpose 
// Story: Serving Purposes 
// by Resurgent Wanderer 
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	Twilight, for the first time in a very, very long time, felt at near total peace. There was but one thing that tugged at the back of her mind. Yes, she had already met all her old friends, but there was one that she'd yet to meet, one she wanted to meet the most. Turning from her friends, the alicorn walked down the golden hued streets to find Solaris and Lunesta. They would know where her most wanted friend was, and her mind would not rest until she found him and forgave him.



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Seven sat on the same hill he had seated himself upon his first arrival. Over the years wild plantlife had grown over his chitinous shell, but he did not mind. He sat and he slept, the worries of hunger no longer prevalent in his mind. Instead he simply awaited the day he could apologise.

This was the one thing nopony here could ever understand. After all, the Summerlands were made for the ponies, but for one such as he, alone and unique in the afterlife nothing changed save for his need for food. Every second still felt to be a second, every minute a minute, hour an hour and day a day. Thus Seven had waited, feeling every millisecond of the past twenty thousand years weighing down upon him. 

Still, he did not move, for he had done something terrible.

True, it was one of those moments that one would feel was a good idea at the time, but with the time Seven had taken to think on it, he knew now that he was a fool.

Twilight had suffered in  the weeks following his death, having never known love of the romantic sort before. Her introduction to it, holding his dying carapace, was not one that went over well with the alicorn's emotions.

Still, he knew he was forgiven, but he was intent on serving his 'penance' until she came to him herself.



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"I was told I would find you up here." whispered a soft voice as lavender magic cleared away the grown on debris from Seven's carapace.

For the first time in hundred of years, Seven moved. His head spun slowly to find Twilight looking at him with a large smile.
"I was but waiting for you. I mean to apolo-"

The Changeling's words dissipated as a set of lavender lips touched his chitinous black ones. Mere moments felt longer than the years he'd spent waiting before they broke the kiss.
"Never apologise, Seven, because you gave me the drive to keep going. My light at the end of the tunnel, my own personal shining star I could always look forward to seeing come 'night'... and now, you here with me, forever. You gave me this, and I will never stop loving you for it."

Any thoughts that were anything but happy evaporated from Seven's mind as he and Twilight began walking down the hill, side by side as they had always been. They were done suffering side by side, they were both done waiting, and wishing, and longing. Now reunited after over twenty thousand long years the pair at last delved into paradise, as it had, for them, always been waiting in the form of the embrace of the other.

All they had ever wanted to begin with.