617 AC, Second Winter, 27, 13:34:12

I don't know what to say.
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My companion. The mare of my dreams. The most proficient (probably) unicorn in all of Canterlot.
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Dead.

Oh no, not in Twilight, mind you. She did an absolutely wonderful job, really. Making friends in the most desperate times and letting the descendants of said friend know of my arrival was quite an achievement. I didn't blame Blossom either. She did what she thought was right, even if it includes pointing a shotgun to my head, so I'm rather fine with that.

Perhaps it was because of my reckless actions that lead to this. Now look at me, standing alone under cloudy skies, looking at the tombstone of the late Twilight Sparkle, wishing that I could change something to make it all right again. Blossom was standing there watching me mourn, umbrella at the ready just in case of a downpour. She kept her silence as any ordinary pony would, but... it felt unsettling somehow. I just didn't know why.

"I'm fine," I muttered, forcing the most terrible smile in my life. "Just... a little surprised."

"It's all the same, surprises. We face them everyday and that's what makes life so much more exciting. There's the good surprises like how your friends secretly set up a birthday party without you knowing, getting a job even though you expect none of it or even the small things like having somepony you like staring at you behind your back. Things like that..."

"Then... there are the bad surprises. The ones that throw you off. The ones you thought would never see the light of day. the tragedies, the accidents, the... the death of somepony close... however bad it can be, it still gets to you from out of the blue. It's still a surprise."

"She always talked about you," Blossom said. "Said you were the biggest baby she ever had to take care of."

The very notion of Twilight being left in the serenity of her deathbed satisfied me; at least nothing happened to her and rob her of her peace. Her passing was, of course, not the first; I had seen many who left before me. For her, however, it was different. This time, she was forced to live unto death. She was forced to live a life she wasn't supposed to live while the future she could've had... it all turned to nothing but a distant horizon that will never be crossed. It was slow. It was merciless and cruel.

Of the entire universe, there is only one species I know that could be this cruel.

"Some of it, yes," Blossom confessed. "Never understood a single word. For a moment, I thought she'd lost her mind."

Yes, I just declared the honorable, late Twilight Sparkle insane. Why? Well, for starters, she was sent to live a different life she was supposed to live. Any pony that experienced that would have the most volatile emotions. She was obsessed about going back, I presume. I was the only one who can bring her home. It doesn't take a prodigy to fit two and two together.

"Anything particular she mentioned?" came my next question. "Anything that... stood out?"

Immediately, to the appall of Blossom, I snatched the notebook out of her hooves, ignoring her adamant stare as I flipped through the contents of the book in record speed. True to her word, almost every page has mentioned the statues in the attic, which would mean that either my companion went through a permanent nervous breakdown, or that the attic has more than it meets the eye.

"Listen to this," I said, reading aloud. "The statues resembled pegasi, with approximately ninety percent of them shown in a weeping fashion. Do you know what this means, Miss Flambeaux?"

"I get that, but why the statues?" Blossom asked. "Why would she mention them over and over in her notes?"

That made her stop to think. "Not exactly. Even though they are similar, parasols can't shield us from the rain."

"So why should we assume," I began my question with a frown. "That a dangerous species such as the ones in your attic is a statue collection?"

A brief moment of silence flew by, with Blossom reeling back from her shock. "That's crazy," she interjected. "If they were such a dangerous species, then why didn't they just take over the house for themselves?"

It would all make sense, really. Picture this: angels gather in a household attic by an avid collector. Angels steal the TARDIS away and have a source of time energy that could last for Celestia knows how long. Give another year or so, Equestria finally burns down just because of a bunch of hoarding statues.

"If I'm not mistaken," I began, pacing about the forsaken tombstones. "At this point of time, the angels had already consumed enough time energy to burn the sun out. Forget keeping candles afloat in an attic; with all that power, you could reconstruct the orbits of planets with just a click of your hooves."

"It isn't that sim-- wait a minute, she mentioned my sonic?" I stumbled my words, to which she gave a shrug. "Anyways, it isn't that simple. If it were that easy, I wouldn't be stuck here."

"I have an idea," I began before biting my lip. Don't be mistaken, each of my plans are good plans, but there is always the small leak. Sometimes, it would stay a little sprinkler; sometimes, that little sprinkler can burst out into a colossal geyser that would hose whatever good conclusions away. It's a big risk. Too big of one, in fact.

617 AC, Second Winter, 26, 15:16:44

Anything could happen to us. Anything. We were both afraid, Blossom and I. Either of us could get caught by the angels and that's it. Our... siege, I would call it, would all be for naught. Still, I'm not going to perish knowing that we could have at least a slim chance of getting the TARDIS back and saving Equestria from the pending apocalypse.

"Doctor," Blossom cut in, holding my hoof. "Promise me. Whatever happens, just promise me."

We climbed up into the attic, each of us wielding the only weapon that stemmed from my idea: candelabras that were contained in an energy field (a sonic can only do so much, they said) so as they wouldn't be intervened by the draining power of the angels. Yes, it would seem ridiculous to seen two ponies carrying candelabras around like some circus duo, but the angels can't exactly move when we can see them. That means that whatever trick the angels try to pull on us, we will have the upper hand.

I was the one that lead the way, my nerves jolting up when I saw them. The angels, standing there like Twilight said in the notebook, waiting quietly... no, not that... patiently. That's it. Patience. It is that kind of a game that the angels would love to play. Unfortunately for them, I'm an expert when it comes to games.

"Remember, Blossom," I told my pseudo-companion, thawing her out from her frozen terror. "Don't look away. Don't turn around. Never blow out the candles and most importantly, don't blink."

Back to back, we marched, holding the candelabras up high into the candles all around. Every little breath was a tense gasp, every bead of sweat a work of the nerves. Together, both of us slid across the room, warily gazing at the stone faces all around. The silence was screaming in my ears, begging my hooves to turn back, but I can't do it. We've gone too deep the moment we stepped up into the attic.

Suddenly, the candles flickered, Blossom jumping in shock as the room plunged into a black darkness, leaving only a sphere of light from our candelabras to surround us. She gasped behind me, voice trembling and croaking, baiting me to turn back. Doing that, however... I don't know what might happen and I don't want to know.

"Don't stop looking at them," I reminded, glancing about on my side. Some of the angels before me have already turned to our way, as if daring us to step further beyond, deeper into the center of their hive. The TARDIS is right there, I'm sure of it. Just a little more steps and we'll soon be off in a blink of an eye! "We're almost there, Blossom."

"Once you're around somepony for a few years, you'll grow accustomed to their presence," I answered. "My TARDIS and I? Well, we've gone back eons, if I say so myself."

"However much eons wouldn't save us from getting killed by these monstrosities!"

I would've groaned my heart out at her line. Really, how much does one need to trust the Doctor? Sure, I have a penchant for breaking promises and hiding a cabinet of secrets, but I did it all for the goodwill of Equestria! You don't ever see me stuck behind iron bars for the rest of my life, do you?

All rambling aside, I was right: there was the glorious, the grandiose, the one-of-a-kind treasure standing in a circle of angels. The TARDIS, as we all know it. The obelisk of hope! The totem of the future! The pedestal of-- oh, what am I thinking? There will never be any title that could amount to the original. The Time and Relative Dimension In Space!

With a wail of protest, Blossom screamed aloud, forcibly dragged by my hoof on a roller coaster ride as we rushed to my dear blue box. The moment we got inside, I got to see an inkling of the deformed face of the angels before slamming the doors shut. Panting as I tried to catch my breath, I turned around only to see the familiar barrel of the shotgun pointing at me.

"If you do that one more time, I swear I wouldn't bloody hesitate to pump some lead down your wretched throat."

I sat there, petrified with a look of appall; no amount of angels could replicate how terrified I was then. Blossom Flambeaux, the mare with a shotgun, was glaring down at me. I mean, how could anyone react to that? Lesson learned, perhaps. Never throw a dignified mare on the floor, lest you face the fury of a thousand Daleks.

With an indignant huff, she swung the shotgun away, leaving me even more confused than before as she trotted off to relish in the glorious moment of her first visit in the TARDIS. There was a majestic look of awe on her face, which burned even brighter when she surveyed the levers and circuitry. Seizing the chance, I quickly picked myself up, brushing some of the dust that had communed on my body during our attic frenzy off my hooves and rearranged my bowtie, smiling gleefully.

"It's... I don't know what to say..." she muttered dreamily. "Much better than I ever imagined!"

A slight screech from outside reminded me of the dangers that were upon us, so without further ado, I flipped a few levers and adjusted some of the knobs, all of my actions earning a baffled yet dazzled look from Blossom. The familiar purring of my lovely ship soon followed and immediately a large jerk nearly shook both of us off our hooves. Immediately, Blossom held onto the railings whereas I? Well, I let out the heartiest laugh ever as my hoof reached for the last lever, letting out the jolliest shout ever:

532 AC, First Fall, 13, 15:11:20

My head was rather sore I opened my eyes and found myself sprawled on the floor of the TARDIS. Blossom was on the other end of the room, lying against one of those round things while trying to catch her breath. With a cough, I lifted myself up, waving away all the smoke that ensued from our little trip into another universe as I clambered towards the doors, readying my sonic.

"Remember, Blossom," I muttered, still stuck in a daze. "If... Celestia... if you spot any ang-- whew, never do that again --a-angels... then remember. Don't blink."

We stepped out of the TARDIS, expecting some sort of company to meet us. To my surprise and probably Blossom's as well, it was empty! Almost a hundred years into the future, this very same room was filled with a dastardly large crowd of angels yet here? There was only dust that greeted us by sneakily tainting our hooves a dark grey. No angels, nothing. The candles were all floating around, still lit. All was quiet. Too quiet.

"Good question," I replied, whisking out my sonic screwdriver. "It's a magic trick, Blossom. An illusion... we're missing something. We're missing something because we've been looking at this the wrong way. Like in a magic trick, when our attention is diverted to the spectacle in front of us, we miss something."

"Something simple," was all I could say, looking around the attic. "Something that comes to us as so obvious, we dismiss the possibility of it happening entirely because logically, no living being will ever think of doing it when in fact, we're completely oblivious to the fact that we're the fools."

Before she could give her response, the hatch below suddenly swung open. I quickly whirled back, pointing the screwdriver right towards it. I felt everything -- my entire body, to be exact -- tense up, but it all got washed away in a calm wave of serenity when I realize who it was that I was looking at.

"Doctor!!" my companion cried out loud, tears in her eyes. Without any sort of warning, I found myself squeezed tight in a constricting, suffocating hug, my cheeks turning a small tint of blue. I stifled a small chuckle, being glad as well to be reunited with my dear companion, my hooves reciprocating her embrace. "C-Celestia," she squeaked quietly. "I thought... I thought you were lost forever. I-I thought... I just didn't... you were gone for so long I--"

I don't know about you lot, but I certainly felt the Doctor in me shine brighter than ever before. Many times I had question myself like how others would question themselves: what would the Doctor do? Sometimes, I don't know what I'll do. Sometimes, even I, as the Doctor, have those times where hope just seemed... lost. The sound of the TARDIS is a sound of hope being gifted in the most extraordinary way, however; at some points it also gave me hope. Oh, look at me, going sappy again. Enough digressing! Hush hush!

"W-Where have you been?" Twilight asked, wiping her tears. "I've been waiting for you for three days and... oh, there's so much things that happened and--"

Blossom Flambeaux trotted forward, awestruck as she was to see her grand godmother in her youth. It was probably an unbelievable experience for the both of them, Twilight included. Oh, if she only knew what exactly happened that lead me to her. She'd be mortified.

"Blossom Flambeaux. Daughter of Marigold Flambeaux and granddaughter of Amaryllis Flambeaux, which I believed you had already met by now."

Another voice, this one booming from beneath the hatch. In came rushing another mare, this one older than both Twilight and Blossom, though she looked similar from their magenta irises to the way they were holding their similar-looking shotguns in their hooves. I hold myself back from snickering at the trio of wide-eyed mares, all of them baffled in their awkward reunion. As proud as I was, my companion was the one among them that figured it out first.

"Do you think this is funny?" Amaryllis scowled. "Granddaughter. Me? Having a grandchild? Hah! No way that would've happened."

Surprisingly, Blossom just turned away, coldly rejected by her own grandmother. I have to admit, I expected her to fight for her existential position, at least. Sometimes, ponykind amazes me with the kindness they have, but they can also horrify me with the lengths they would push their cruelty to.

"Oi!" I cried out, as if insulted myself. "This is your granddaughter we're talking about, Miss Flambeaux!"

"And who do you think you are to judge my philosophies? I've only known you for a minute and there you are, thinking you're all great and almighty with your raunchy words of wisdom!"

At this point, the younger Flambeaux was on the verge of tears. All that colorful hatred that soared from that mouth was something of a shocker to us; the reunion that I imagined to happen was collapsing faster than it had ever been before. As I tried to grasp the words, Twilight shot back in my stead, supporting Blossom with her harsh perseverance.

"They're from the future, Mary," she protested. "Don't you get it? She's your granddaughter!"

"I'm not married, okay?! And I never will! That means I don't have any sort of child, which means I don't have a grandchild either, alright?! And if you think that I, Amaryllis Flambeaux, will give my hoof out in marriage, then you're terribly mistaken in the worst way a mare could ever imagine!!"

Twilight's breath suddenly grew faint, one hoof clutching onto her head while the other searched for some form of support, before her hooves suddenly gave way as she fell forward. Managing to catch her in time, I quickly gazed down at my companion, a little terrified at her nauseous look. I really didn't know what to do then, even though I know clearly knew what was happening.

"Both of the dimensional timelines are merging," I explained, helping her up. "She's in a state of paradoxical paralysis. Basically, her existence is being torn apart as we speak."

It was the best answer I chose to give. There will never be any words that could describe the horror of paradoxical paralysis. I've seen a few, yet in all my journeys of time and space, those moments will forever be etched in my memory as some of the worst sights I've seen in my entire lifetime. I can still hear them... those screams of terror amid confusion... suffering in delusion... the echoes haunt me. Now, Twilight Sparkle will be the next to scream.

"Get into the TARDIS!" I told the other mares, helping my companion in. "Quickly! Now!"

A loud crack resounded through my ship, with me turning out to the door to see a look of pain petrified on the face of Amaryllis Flambeaux, mouth open and all. Behind her, to my horror, was one of the angels, hooves constricted around the mare's neck and face twisted in a demented grin that revealed its sharp fangs. The last thing I saw was a single tear that fell from the corner of her eyes; the last glimmer I saw just as the candles went out.
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"MARY!!"

Twilight Sparkle screamed her friend's name. The popping of bone sounded the final cue. The doors of the TARDIS closed. Amaryllis was gone. My fears doubled, however, when I saw Blossom jerk upwards, as if hoisted by the neck. Her gasps quickened into loud, rapid pants, her hooves wobbling as she looked at me with her mouth gaping, as if crying for dear life while her eyes shimmered with tears, a scream trying to claw its way out of her throat. All that managed to come out was a soft squeak.
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"D-Doctor?"

Those were her last words as she faded away, the nothingness swallowing and devouring her. Her existence crumbled when Amaryllis fell prey to the angels. She never met me, her idol, the Doctor. I never knew who she was. Without her help, I would never have found the TARDIS. Without her, I would never know that my companion is still alive. All that was left of her -- of both the Flambeauxs -- was the single shotgun on the floor.

"D-Doctor..." Twilight groaned weakly as I opened the notebook once again, reading it while pacing about my ship. Something was wrong, I'm sure of it, though I can't quite put my hoof on it. All around me, the TARDIS was screeching and groaning, the angels really desperate to break in. All of the lights were flickering in protest, begging me to hurry up.

"No, that does not make sense," I muttered, stopping in place. "It's an attic. The angels are in the attic. Dusty, dark, dingy attic."

"It's a magic trick. With every trick there's a diversion," I continued. "But it must be there. It must be staring in your face the entire time because you were too busy getting distracted to even bother noticing it. We missed something. What could it be? What could it be?! Come on!!"

Twilight suddenly grabbed my hoof, stopping me midway in my speculation by surprise. She was still suffering, but beneath that suffering, there was something else. There was this... this melancholic gloom that chimed in a frozen wind. There was this wisdom, this fear that undulated in her eyes. I've seen something like this before.

"I remember now," she said weakly, gripping my hoof tighter. "Everything. Amaryllis, Marigold, Blossom... the names... their faces... everything... because you never came back for me. You left me here. Alone. To face them... to do everything I can to help you in the future because you needed it."

"What will happen to me?" she cried feverishly, shivering and trembling with teary eyes. "What can I do to help? Doctor, I want to help. I didn't do enough, I--"

Quietly, I silenced her by stroking her mane, hushing her softly like a father as she began to doze off. "You've done enough for one lifetime, Twilight Sparkle," I told her with a smile, holding up the notebook. "More than enough, really. I dare say this may be your crowning achievement as my companion. No matter what happens, Twilight. No matter what happens, I will remember this day. I will remember that you tried to save us all. Not me. You."

Twilight gave an inkling of a smile, before finally falling unconscious, exhausted from all her juxtaposing memories cycling haphazardly in her head, I presume. With that, I stood up once more, placing the notebook aside. There is still a horde of ravenous angels I have to face outside my ship and I know just the way to do it.

"You were right about everything in your notebook, Twilight," I declared with a grin. "Except for one tiny little thing."

In her notebook, Twilight mentioned that each 'statue', in this case an angel, lets out a maximum of 13.5 magic units. Now, forget the fact about the amount; it shouldn't be possible for an angel to give out magic to begin with! If it isn't coming from the angels, then it must be coming from something else, right?

Push that question side for another. Secondly, we're in the attic. Cold, dark, dingy, musty attic. It it the dullest, most boring, most uninteresting room ever invented by the pony mind since the bedroom. At least in a bedroom, you have something to sleep in but in the attic? The cold, dark, dingy, musty attic? Now that is one place I would never find myself sleeping in. That is why a sensible pony would not plonk his bed in the attic. There's nothing to see in the attic. Even if I had a statue collection, I wouldn't light the whole place up just for sake of display or put it as decor.

"Refractory field generators," I stumbled upon that conclusion with a delighted gasp. They're this thin, cylindrical stick that runs on a spectral frequency oscillator that basically wires up to an emitter at the tip and... generally, it just distorts light rays in a fixed space and conceals oneself from the view of others, all the while floating in mid-air. In a way, it's a form of an invisibility cloak, only that it's a stick with a switch. Flip it and you'll disappear.

That was were the so-called 'magic' came from. That was how they hid themselves when we arrived.

I trotted towards the TARDIS doors, picking up the shotgun from the floor. I didn't know what I was feeling then. Hatred? Shock? Depression? Either way, I knew I was spurred to do things I would never do. Things that Twilight herself would condemn me for. It was not the last thing I would do for the Flambeauxs, but it was the only way I could think of in my vengeful state.

The doors opened to the darkness, the 'candles' all floating. Before me were a horde of angels, their terrifying visage revealed and their hooves raised upwards, stoic in their coming moment of predatory slaughter. Gritting my teeth, I stepped forward, looking at them, staring them down as I raised the shotgun for all of them to see.

"See this?" I yelled to the angels. They may be stone but their hearing would be as clear as day. "This... this belonged to the Flambeauxs. The family that you have been feeding on for... for how long exactly? The beginning of time? Yes... you were already here, leeching on every single bit of time energy you can harvest from this family. Every bit of life."

"The house is too big to house only Amaryllis and the servants herself. Too many rooms. She wasn't the kind of mare to keep it all for herself. She was selfless and she was righteous. No, there were many more of her family. Oh so many more. But you took them away from her. You took them all away. She's left alone because all of you were greedy. All of you want so much energy, to feed on everything you can get that finally, you took her. And when you took her, you took Blossom. You took the entire Flambeaux family, generation after generation, out from time because all of you were hungry. When that runs out, you turn to me. You turn to my TARDIS and diverted its course so that it can lead right here, straight to your hive."

"The lone wolf," I corrected immediately, taking out my screwdriver. "She was strong in spirit. Even after everypony around her was taken from her, she remained firm. She went so far as to not getting herself a coltfriend for fear of losing somepony close. Somepony like her daughter, Marigold. Somepony like her granddaughter Blossom."

"Why are you here?" I asked, trying to ignore the voice. To have an angel speaking from a voice they forcibly stole from one of their victims... it disgusts me to the core. Oh, the things I really wished to do to them... "What business do you have with the Flambeauxs?"

"We were gathered here by accident. The colt believed we emitted some form of energy when instead it really came from our generators. What was no accident, however, was your arrival."

"All the energy we could harness from your ship... imagine, Doctor. But there is another reason. A reason that could give us an endless supply of time energy from the ends of earth itself."

Again, the question. It had been popping up as of late ever since our dalliance with a bit of Stalliongrad's future. Every single being has been asking me this question, even the Daleks and Cyberponies. Whatever the answer is poses something of importance; if this location -- the location that I seemingly been to -- has something significant that the entire universe dreams of possessing, then I must get to it before they do. Until then, however...

"Sorry. Can't answer the question," I replied, before chuckling darkly. "Ah, this is how it turns out in the end. All for nothing, isn't it? Terrorizing one mare's family and livelihood, making her do things she would never do..."

"The fear strengthened her, far more than you can ever imagine. She knew she would be next. She knew she would be taken away. She was ready for anything you could ever do to her. But I intervened by bringing her granddaughter here and I let Blossom watch her die." I felt my gut twinge, pumping the shotgun and pointing it towards them. "Nevertheless, she bought this gun for herself. One day, she found a colt she held dear in her heart. Together they had a daughter. Yet she never let her guard down. When she passed, she gave the gun to her daughter, telling her to keep the family safe. It became the family heirloom. It was given to Blossom when Marigold passed and now... with Blossom gone... it's mine. Inside it, with all of its gunpowder... imagine the firepower. Imagine the explosion it would create if my sonic screwdriver could generate enough friction between the gunpowder particles to create a spark."

The hum of my screwdriver resounded throughout the TARDIS as I conveyed a signal onto the weapon.

"Amaryllis knew something when she got the gun," I continued. "That when her time comes, she will bring every single one of you with her. Think about it, the generators that you lot use... the amount of waste comes out as a form of natural gas, which meant that a single spark in here would become a large boom in an instant that will be heard all around Equestria. You know what that means, don't you?"

Again, no response, but I reveled in their silence, turning my screwdriver over to the TARDIS controls, the humming of the ship echoing throughout the attic. There was fear within them now. The same fear that haunted the Flambeauxs for centuries, Amaryllis especially, has set its fangs upon them. The tables have turned.

"Mary, the lone wolf, had a little lamb," I concluded, throwing the shotgun on the floor as the spark grew into a flame.

617 AC, Second Winter, 28, 11:12:31

Twilight strained to open her eyes when she finally came to, finding herself in a small bedroom reminiscent of a wooden cottage with a fireplace to boot and the TARDIS standing where the cupboard was supposed to be. I was sitting on a wooden chair on the other end of the room, munching on a few oat cookies I got from some of the vendors downstairs, my patience finally paying off.

"I know they did," she griped almost painfully. "Just... what happened after that?"

My weary facade crumbled into a sigh. Letting myself wilt in the chair, I gazed up at the ceiling, hoping for some divine ship to beam me out of my current situation. In the end, however much I want to run away, Twilight Sparkle has the right to know.

Tensing up and shouting back was probably not the best thing to do, especially when you know that blowing up the entire Flambeaux estate was probably downright insane and perhaps the worst way of remembering somepony. With that gnawing my mind, I quietly sat back down, a little distraught and maybe guilty. What can I do, I was simply improvising! They would've taken somepony else. Somepony dear to me.

"I didn't want to lose you to them," I professed. "I already lost Mary and Blossom, Twilight. If I lost you, imagine the consequences that it would bear to the world... I could never live with myself knowing that I left you to the angels to perish."

Twilight blushed a little; maybe I did get to her good side after all. "B-But that still doesn't mean you have to blow up the entire house..."

Her frown softened a little at that, almost as if she wanted me to apologize in the first place. Despite that, the melancholy lingered in the air, the deaths of the Flambeaux clinging into our heads.

"I don't want to forget it. Everything Mary and I went through together..." Twilight suddenly spoke, before turning away, shaken as she was by the death of what had been a close friend. I can really imagine how much it stings inside her at the moment, having lost some good old friends of my own as well. "Will I remember it all?"

My companion smiled a little at that prospect. For once in a long time, there was hope in Twilight Sparkle's eyes.

All of the gloom was broken briefly by a small giggle from outside the window of the room, our attention immediately hooked to the chilly world beyond the misty glass pane. Besides the piles of snow building up on the frames, we could see a few thatched brick apartments rising from the ground, with the sun still hanging high up in the sky, cheerfully reveling in the season of joy, warmth and giving.

"Two Hooves Junction," I answered, much to her surprise. "You said you wanted to come here. So now we're here."

For a moment, I thought I saw a small glimmer of excitement in her eyes, which itself almost rejuvenated my spirit of adventure, but instead it faded with a hesitant shake of her head. Tightening the grip on her sheets, she looked up at me almost pleadingly. Huh. As if I could deny her every word.

"Can we... go back to Canterlot?" she asked. "I just don't really feel like going anywhere for now..."

Of course, I told myself. Why wouldn't she after all the ordeal she had been through? Certainly, there may be a few more relaxing places than the dull capital, but at this point of time, it seems home is where she was really looking forward to. There were so many things I want to show her, yet that could be saved for another time. Even the strongest mare needs time to recover when being battered like that.

"If you really want to," I answered, helping her up with a smile. "Then consider your request fulfilled."
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Perhaps Death

by WritingSpirit

The House Of Dancing Candles: Finale - Inheritance