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// Angels 
// Story: Subsolar's Super Short Stories 
// by Subsolar Drift 
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I've always loved stories. Tales of brave knights and bands of adventurers, braving the darkness of the world and searching for glory. Recountings of forbidden love that is stronger than death. Stories in which ponies overcome everything that is thrown at them and somehow succeed. I love fantasies. 

Because that's all they are. Fantasies. Dreams and imaginings of ponies who long for something better. 

My favorite tales are of the angels. How they brought love and happiness to world. How time and time again they overcame the odds and saved the day. Stories of brighter days and better times. Harmonious fantasies. 

I can quote word for word the rise of the six angels and their fight against the darkness. How they fought off anarchy and chaos. How they overcame their own flaws through compassion and friendship. How they stayed true to what they believed. 

How they eventually fell, separate and alone. How they slowly faded, until only one was left. How her heart had broken and with it her mind. 

The ending always left me sad. 

I always dream of the angels. It's quite poetic I suppose. After all, angels are just that. Dreams. Imaginings. Stories that we like to hear. Or at least that's what the books say. 

I alway dream that they were real. That their spirits are out there watching over us. Protecting us. I like that. It makes the world seem brighter, less grey. It's my own ending to their story. An ending that gives me hope.