//------------------------------// // Chapter 8 (well the epilogue): That one Chapter in the Author's Perspective // Story: Fighting the Shadows // by Goodbye1234567890 //------------------------------// Before you read this, I must warn you something. This chapter (epilogue) is one giant Fourth Wall breakage. If anyone reading this gets sucked into their computer or tablet or whatever you have, or one of my characters comes out of said device, call me at 366-822-5563 (look at the keys on your phone, there is a secret message. PM me if you give up). Also, in this chapter, the author's (mine) shadow speaks to him. All of those lines will be in bold and italicized One day, I was writing as usual. Another day, still writing. A different day, I was editing Friendship is Recovering. A day a week from then is tomorrow... Still writing. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, which wasn't uncommon for me (DOUBLE NEGITIVE! Confused much?). Hey Cliff. What ch'ya doin'? My shadow said. "Shut up shadow," I said getting annoyed at the... um... 125 time he has asked me that today, "I'm trying to kill you off in this story." That hurt, my shadow said in mock sadness. That really... hurt. "Ugh," I ugh'ed, "just leave me alone." Can't, I sort of attached to you. Plus we both know that I am not Shadow Blade. All of your characters are based off of the life you are living. "So...?" I said getting ready to scream. Sooo... Dusk is based off of you. Smart, human, young. Although he's, what? 29? And you're 15. Sparx is your hopes and dreams. Pyro is your unbreakable determination and slight anger problems. Dawn is trust in all living creatures (until they give you reason to otherwise). Thunder is your leadership and understanding of other's pain. Twinkle is your hidden strengths and child-like mind. Celestial Bell is this story, where you go to express your feelings for this world and escape from it. Flare is your imagination. Morning is actually based off of both your little brothers. Shadow Blade is all your hardships; he is all the sadness and anger you went through in your life. Dusk relic is your hopes to lead a normal life, although I highly doubt you will. You ARE talking to me. "You forgot one," I taunted. Blitz is just Blitz. You just put her in to get Dusk and the others out alive. it said blankly. And I am NOT an IT, I am a she. "What? How? I'm a boy!" Shadows are the opposite gender than the one casting them. I stammered a bit and continued writing for a bit. I ignored the rest of my shadow's snarky comments for a whole hour. Finally, I came to the end of Chapter 7: The Last Shred of Light. And I broke the Fourth Wall like a bawz. "Oh God, I'm so stupid," I muttered to myself. What? Can't I'm your shadow. What's wrong? "Sparx is talking to me," I said and banged my head on the wall. Oh... that's not good. You better hope-- A portal opened right in front of me and a middle-aged man stepped out. His name was Doctor Who, from the show Doctor Who. Okay, now I'm sure you're dreaming... "Cliff!! I have very important news!" Doctor Who said, "It is a message from Doctor Whooves, from Equestria." "Spit it out already!" I said, wondering why the heck The Doctor was in my room. "I know that you know that Dusk knows that Celestia knows that Sparx knows that Twilight knows that Rainbow Dash knows that Daring Do knows that I know that Doctor Whooves knows that you know that I have no clue what i am talking about..." he said gasping for air. "Wait, what?" I asked, my head spinning and feeling like it was about to explode. "No time, I have to go now," and with that, he disappeared. What just happened? "I have no clue..." -------------------------------------- The next story happens at the same time as: Courage is Magic, By Raizou I helped edit that story so there won't be any confusion. To understand the next story, you will have to read it. The title of the soon to come story of mine is: Flaming Justice...... I think... If you have a better title (I know some of you do) please leave it in the comments. I do read over every one of them, no matter how many.