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// Epilogue 
// Story: Twilight Shares The Narrator 
// by Stratocaster 
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Epilogue



Twilight exited her bathroom after brushing her teeth, finally glad to have the long day behind her. She had just made sure that her little dragon assistant had turned in for the night, and gave her spell book collection one last reorganizing. Levitating a novel off of her nightstand, she crawled into bed and settled beneath the covers as she turned the lights in the bedroom down low. Only the sound of crickets outside the window broke the silence as Twilight sat reading peacefully for a good several minutes.

"Hi Narrator." She said.

Oh thank goodness! I thought I wasn't coming through just then.

"I thought you were out with the girls." She looked up.

Nah, I've had enough socializing for a while. Did you just notice me coming in?

"No, I just...like hearing your voice, that's all."

Oh...I like hearing yours too.

Twilight smiled a bit to herself. But a frown quickly grew as she paused to think for a moment. "Um...Narrator...about everything that happened today, I just want you to know that..." she sighed. "There's nothing I can possibly say to make up for-"

Twilight...?

"...Yeah?"

You don't have to say anything. I know what you mean.

"Are you sure?" she replied. "Because I completely lost it. I misused you and took you for granted. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. How can you even speak to me again after all that?"

The truth is, Twilight, I wouldn't want to be away from you, even if you tried to take away my powers. Nothing would stop me from coming back. I know I've said before that I simply like narrating your life's stories. But over these past months, I've really begun to know who you are, the real you. I've found myself valuing our friendship so much that I dread to part ways with you. You're just that amazing, despite whatever flaws you may have. I know now that you would never try to hurt me. And I'm especially grateful that you saved my life.

"You really mean that? Because I thought you might have died."

Almost. It's hard to explain the basis of my powers. When they were cut off, it nearly sucked every ounce of energy out of my being. But somehow your magic with the Elements of Harmony revitalized me, enough to regain my speaking powers. Not even I could find a word for that experience. And I think that just proves my point. You really are an amazing pony, Twilight.

With another pause, Twilight tried to smile again, but looked away when a different thought came into focus.

What's wrong?

"I think you're amazing too, Narrator." She said, with a slight grin. "And I'm relieved to have your voice back. But...sometimes I just wish I could experience more than that. I know it might be selfish of me to say, but there are times when I wish I could...feel your presence, physically. I can sense that there's a living being around me. There's a certain...warmth about it. Deep down, I just want proof that that being is real. But I know that you don't want to reveal too much of yourself. So I understand. I don't want to start that whole mess again."

......

"Narrator?"

...Hold on a second.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, to Twilight's surprise, her closet doors gently folded open, revealing the wardrobe hung and stacked inside. Then, as she watched in bafflement, some of the clothes began to stir with movement. Immediately, a few jackets began to float off of their hangers and through the air, followed by other various articles of clothing, from robes, to pajamas, to scarves. Twilight looked on as the clothes floated together without any sign of recognizable magic.

"Narrator, you're not misusing your powers again, are you?"

This time I know what I'm doing. As the clothes levitated, they then started to bundle together. They twisted and tied themselves through one another, with even more floating clothes on the way from the closet. Soon, the bundle of possessed clothes began to take on a shape, getting bigger and bigger by the second. At last, one more bathrobe fitted itself around the shapely bundle until Twilight was now staring at a life-sized model of an average pony. The model stood on its slipper hooves like a blank mannequin.

Twilight stammered as she sat on the edge of her bed. "Wha...I don't...I don't understand."

You said you wanted to feel something real, right? Then, with hardly a sound, the pony figure started to move. Its body lurched slightly as its legs lifted in motion, until the entire model was trotting over to the bed, with anatomic accuracy. The clothes pony approached Twilight who grew weary of this bizarre sight. But then, she was caught off guard as the clothes pony leaned in and wrapped its soft hooves around her in a hug. Twilight gasped. Not only was she simply feeling the weight of the bundle of clothes, but she could also feel a familiar source of warmth, one that could only be found in the presence of another. It was as if a real living pony was underneath all of that fabric.

"Narrator?" said Twilight, relaxing under the warmth. "Is this you?"

Eh, not quite but close enough.

After a moment, Twilight finally smiled and squeezed the animated clothes pony, returning the hug. "You do realize that this is incredibly weird, right?"

I think we're way past the threshold of weird.

"Good point." Twilight then sat back in bed and lifted the covers near the strange bundle.

The clothes pony then climbed onto the bed and positioned itself beneath the blankets, keeping together the materials that held up its form. After magically turning off the lights, Twilight slid herself closer to the mannequin and wrapped her hooves around to snuggle it. She held the pony form close to her as she nuzzled her face in the soft fabric, believing dearly that she was holding a real physical being, just as she had wished. In response, the clothes pony held her tight as well. Closing her eyes, Twilight spoke softly.

"I hope you never leave me, Narrator."

Me too, Princess. I'll always be yours.


THE END