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// Epilogue: Shooting Star 
// Story: Those Wings Will Take You Up 
// by Touch the Sky 
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*Silver Spoon POV*

Death was easier than I thought it would be. I just drifted away into darkness, in the poetic word. But enough about that. Death isn't the end.

I'm not gone. Far from it. I'm still in Ponyville, keeping a watch over my old friends. I know they'll move on soon enough, but I won't leave them, and one day, they'll join me up here. Not for a lifetime, hopefully.

And best of all, I have wings- lovely, big grey wings which can carry me anywhere I please. And they're really mine, and will be for all eternity.

I don't mourn for the life I might have lived. I truly believe I'm better off up here, since the other ponies no longer treat me like something fragile. I'm just one of them, just another spirit patrolling the skies and my old home. And something which is almost better than having wings is that I can keep using my talent. 

If I ever find a pony who needs something to brighten up their life, I'll go blazing bright across the night sky and bring a little more beauty into the world.

And if they would wish on me- who knows what might happen?