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// Epilogue 
// Story: Bon Bon Thinks Griffons Aren't Real 
// by Super Trampoline 
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~About a Year and a Half Later~


It started as a breeze, gently blowing through the field of nightshade. Then the breeze became a bluster, and the bluster became a wind. Luna looked up from her frolicking toward the source of the wind, and her eyes grew large. There on the horizon, reality was deconstructing itself. The blues of the skies and the greens of the rounded mountains were growing muted and cracked. Bits and pieces of her vision began to flake off and blow by her, leaving a hole of gaping grey nothingness in their wake. Soon, that wind was a hurricane, and half of her world was cracking and falling apart. Luna stared with horror as a large chunk of what had been cloud hurtled toward her. She tried to throw up a shield, but the chariot-sized slab slammed right through it and into her, and the world became black.


Luna awoke instantly, gasping. A second later, her head made contact with the ground and she gasped again, this time in pain. Crumpling up into a ball, she held her hooves to her sore head. It was half a minute before she dared open her eyes, and when she did, she found naught but blackness before her. She lit a gentle violet light upon her horn, illuminating what appeared to be a cave. She looked up, and saw above her a cracked and broken chrysalis, the cocoon-like object withering and crumbling into nothingness before her eyes. She sighed. The dream was over.


Fifteen minutes later, Luna was once more topside. There seemed to be a party of some sort going on in royal court. She took to the sky, soaring above the celebration. Was that... her niece got married? Huh. She flapped down next to her sister and the ponies who had "freed" her, the element bearers. "Hello, everypony. Did I miss anything?"

Celestia turned to her sister and smiled. "Well hello, Luna. Fashionably late I see. There's punch and cake over there. And you know, now that you're back, I bet Shining Armor could probably use some therapy after the whole Chrysalis incident. In fact, I'll go ahead and set up an appointment for him." Her horn briefly lit up, her face screwed up in concentration. "There, all set. Luna, you'll see your next patient Saturday a week from now.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"