A Life of Chaos

by Phoenix Skyfire

Prologue

“I would give my life for you.”

That’s what I had told her that night. That fateful night when she had said yes. The words that shocked the world, as I liked to call it. Nopony had seen it coming four years ago. I had been defeated, turned back to stone, and it was going to stay that way. At least, that had been the plan. Obviously, though, that hadn’t panned out very well, seeing as how I’m talking to you right now. But I digress.

She had visited me after a week had passed. The first pony to do so, as a matter of fact. That she had done so didn’t mean much to me, though. I had expected her to brag about her victory, to rub it in my face, and spout off about how much the magic of friendship could accomplish. And if she had done that, then she would have been right. I had messed up, and I deserved any bragging or gloating that came my way.

But she hadn’t. Instead, she had said she was sorry. Of course, I was doubtful to believe the pony who had re-imprisoned me to begin with. She had turned grey, and that should have been the end. Yet it wasn’t. She had shown the perseverance of a true hero and thwarted my plans entirely. But once again, I’m veering off course. Ahem, yes, as I was saying, I was reluctant to believe her. Then, however, she had done something that shocked me.

She had freed my eyes, removed the stone sealing them away. I had finally been able to see again, and it was all thanks to that little lavender unicorn who I love with all my heart. Still, I hadn’t been inclined to listen to her. She understood that, and she left shortly after freeing my eyes in order to give me some time to think. Not that I was hard-pressed to find time for that in the first place, though. A few days followed afterwards with no activity whatsoever. That is, until Celestia had to break up TWO fights to keep me from being freed.

And after stopping me from being freed? She poked me in the eyes! But you know what? I respect her for doing it, because I would’ve done the same thing. Maybe I rubbed off on her a little from all those years ago. She had informed me of Twilight Sparkle’s depression, and I began to feel bad. And then Rarity came the next morning. She had said much of the same thing, and that was the final straw.

I was going to say sorry to Twilight and her friends, and I was going to mean it. However, there had been the problem of finding a way out of that accursed stone prison. It was going to be difficult, painful, and would drain most of my magic, but I was going to do it. That is, until Heckle and Jeckle had come along and fought right next to me, freeing me within seconds. The air had been quite refreshing since, you know, you can’t breathe when your mouth is covered in stone.

But anyways. After I was free, I began thinking of creative ways to show my sorrow for what had happened. So? I sang, just as I had all those years ago, when Celestia and her brat of a sister had caught me with my back turned. If only they had known the truth; that their parents had lied about me, that I hadn’t become evil until they had accused me of being so, and Celestia had turned her back on me. It was her betrayal that had made me what I had been for so long.

I’ve long since forgiven her, though. She hadn’t known better. We were all so much younger back then, so much more naive. It was a better time, that’s for sure. But would I trade what I have now to go back to that time? No chance in Tartarus. But once again, I digress. After I has finished singing, I had gone to Twilight’s home to apologize to everypony in the flesh. For the most part, they had accepted my apology, and it had made me happy.

That whole day was arduous. From being tortured by Rarity to going on a pretend date with Twilight and ruining it, it had been a very eventful day, to say the least. It had been one of those days that felt more like a week. In any case, that night, she had come into my room, claiming that a nightmare had kept her up. She said that in the nightmare, I had left her, and it scared her.

Back then, I was confused as to why she cared for me so much after just one day of getting to know each other, but I understand now. She had felt bad for me. It was more sympathy than her having feelings for me. She had had some feelings, sure, but she knew that if I had taken the course of action that I did in her nightmare, I would have gone right back in that prison. That’s what had made her so sad, but that wasn’t the strangest part of the night.

Right before she had fallen asleep, she had leaned up and given me a peck on the cheek. And strangely, it had meant a lot to me. It still does, as a matter of fact. Then, the next day, she had asked if she could sleep in my bedroom from then on. I had said yes, after she had explained why, which was her having recurring nightmares. That night, she had opened up to me, and called herself silly afterwards. But I shut her up quickly with a kiss of my own.

Mine had been more passionate, though, and we had both gone to sleep, quite content with how things had gone over the past week.

Cut to one year ago today. I had asked her to marry me. Well, I tried to, but she had cut me off before I even finished. Truly a chaotic way of saying ‘yes,’ if I do say so myself. We had spent the entire week celebrating, and the entire year planning. This brings me to this exact moment. Now, I need to go, because there’s something important I need to say. Besides, I doubt you want to hear any more of my rambling anyways. Now, onto the words I need to say:

“I do.”