Epilogue
I was . . .
. . . somewhere . . .
. . . Falling?
No, floating . . .
Where was I floating?
Why was I floating?
Why was I surrounded by jagged pieces of crystal, which also seemed to be floating?
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a familiar voice came from over my shoulder, “I was getting a bit worried there.”
“Discord?” I asked, spinning myself through the air to look at him, “What happened?”
“I’m afraid you died . . . again,” the Draconequus said, “And I saved you, or most of you at least.”
“What do you mean most of me?”
“Well, I recovered your body, but your mind was already gone, shattered I’m afraid, by the world ending around you.”
“So, where are we now?” I asked.
“In your mind, of course,” Discord replied, gesturing around at the broken spires of crystal surrounding me, “Well, that’s not exactly true. We’re within a soul gem that contains your mind until it’s repaired and can be safely returned to your body.”
“This is my mind?” I asked.
“I did say it was in quite a sorry state,” Discord said, “But, considering how you killed Alduin and destroyed Sovngarde, you should be lucky there’s anything left to recover.”
“So, the Elements worked?” I asked, “Alduin’s dead then?”
“They worked marvelously,” Discord said, “Alduin’s been destroyed, and the dragons are fleeing the Northlands. You also succeeded spectacularly at your other task. The windigos are retreating, and the Northlands look like they will last another few centuries, long enough for ponykind to find a new home.”
“Good,” I replied, comforted by the news, “My friends?”
“They await your return. They visit your body from time to time, in Blank Flanks Barrow, waiting for the day you awake.”
“Awake?”
“Yes, your body waits for the day your mind is whole again. But, that will not happen without your help. It requires your input to heal such a wound. That is why you are here, to repair your damaged mind.”
“It seems like quite a task,” I said, looking around at the destruction surrounding me.
“Yes, but it should be well within your abilities,” Discord said, also surveying the state of my mind, “And don’t worry about the Elements of Harmony; I’ll take good care of them.”
“Now, I really must be going,” the Draconequus said, opening a door in the air, “I swear the Shivering Isles can’t last a day without me. Farewell Sapphire, and good luck on repairing your mind.”
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I worked tirelessly to reassemble my mind, reuniting the shattered fragments. It was difficult, and time dragged on as I reconciled my memories, recalling everything that had befallen me in order to put my mind back in order. Slowly, the broken shards of crystal began to reunite, and the world around me became more ordered.
The soul gem reformed around me, my mind slowly repairing itself at the same time. I sculpted massive cathedrals and spires out of pure crystal through sheer willpower, building a home for myself within my own mind, and restoring my sanity. The gem I was within came ever closer to completion, until the day I finally awoke.