Without friends no pony would choose to live,
though he had all other goods.
Ariscoltle, a famous philosopher from B.C (Before Celestia)
Child. My child. It has been a long time. Too long, in fact. Life is short, but is love short? No, my child, love will last forever. Even as a dead pony's heart rots away, there remains the uncorrupt love which she has shared with one whom she loved so dear.
But let me see into your hearts, for the last time. Hatred, anger...jealously, sorrow...why? Why must you be so afraid? So sad? Nightmare Moon...why the jealousy? Luna, the pain in your heart...the regret, must you really live this way? Celestia, my daughter, release your sorrow for me. I am fine, and I can see you, I am forever watching you as the sun in the day and a nebula in the night. Discord, you have always been a fiesty one. Perky, but you let the hatred in your heart weigh down your natural happiness and mischief. Candence...let go of the harsh memories that haunt your night...why let your fear overcome you and the way you live? Chrysallis..your anger....you don't need power, you don't need strength. My children, can you not see there is more to life than what you only see?
"No!" I sit up, sweating, my scream echoing around in my halls of stone. "Celestia.." I clasp my forehead with both hands, and I shut my eyes, trying my hardest to relax. "Luna...." Why can't this memories leave me? I grab a glass of water beside me, on a small end-table that Discord and Celestia, the elder and maturer two, had made me over a thousand years ago. It is made of wood, but awfully weak and unstable, but the good memories that linger with it...are hard to forget, let alone the bad ones.
Another nightmare. I fall back onto my pillow, but I can't seem to fall asleep. Make my life a little more extreme...I may be the Godess of the Poniverse, but somehow, I feel so empty-hearted...as if I am just an ordinary mother. Where my heart truly lies, not my Poniverse, my PowerPuff Universe, my fame, my Home for Imaginary Friends, my reputation...but instead, it lies where my family is....my children.
My heart feels like a heavy stone boulder, or a block of ice - which can't melt. It has been frozen this way since two thousand years ago. Since...since we fought and left each other...and went our own ways. I can't believe what I had let happen that time. I wish I can time travel back to the past...but...I'm not sure I trust my feet to walk away. I sigh, as I stare misty-eyed at a photo we had taken together when we were only young.
My glass heart shatters, and I feel a sense of warmth once more, as I stare at my children's faces. Changeling, Sun Alicorn, Moon Alicorn, Draconequus...they are all special in their own way. I dry my tears, and face my reflection in a tub of water I delibarately fill just to see my reflection. Tears rippling the surface, I watch as my reflection slowly fades away into nothing. If reflections can reflect the heart, it...it just did. Nothing. The way I feel...impossible for anyone else to endure.
I am not just an ordinary person. I am Lauren Faust. A Goddess of four different dimensions and Universes, yet a whole another person in the real world. I am never this depressed...only..the memories that push me to the limits have the advantage over me once more.
Suicide. I consider suicide, but I shake my head and let my dagger fall with a clang upon the stone ground. I remember what I used to tell Chrysallis in her emo phase...The conversation which I have remembered by heart flushes to me like waves at the seashore.
"Mum, this is it. Do not tell me what to do, Mother. I am a Changeling of my word, and I do not need anypony else standing there telling me to stop. This is the end. Remember that I love you...even though I feed on hate."
"Chrys, dear, this isn't the answer. Suicide is never the answer. Here, let me tell you a story of mine when I was your age."
I remember telling her my past experience with suicide and depression...I remember telling her how I tried to settle things when I was a filly in the Equestria world. When I think of it, I have already lived five different lives. Super Powers in Powerpuff Girls, Super Best Friends Forever; Friends and Family in Ponyville; and Imaginary Friends in Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. And the real world.
I look back at the portals in my secret room behind the bookshelf. There are four. One of them is vibrating with the neon colours pink, green and blue, enough to give an ordinary person a headache. "The Powerpuff Girls," a piece of paper is stuck onto the bit of white wall on top of the portal. Another is a dull coloured, and it moves in a wavy motion. "Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends." Only I can see the colours of the dull portal. The delights of a slow wavy dull motion fills my mind with the sensation of peace and relaxation, while the neon-coloured portal excites my fun-loving side. I walk past, and the portal I love the most catches my eye. "Equestria..."
I cannot look away. The force that seems to be pulling me into the portal is almost too strong for me to resist. Once I lay eyes on it, I cannot turn back.
I take a second look at my husband, who is sleeping and has no idea what is going on in the middle of the night. I feel caught between two worlds. There is nothing I can do...nothing I can say. I can't make everything change, I can't even make it rain. I sigh, and I rip a piece of paper out of my notebook. With the pen I use for sketches, I scribble a quick note, and I drop it on the end-table. Taking a deep breath, I enter the portal, taking a look back at the real world I live in.
"I'm here..."