Fury opened his eyes slowly, his aging body slowly allowing him to move. He had been through a lot over the course of his life, having seen gods rise and fall, and the near end of Equestria time and time again. He had seen his friends live and die, and just when he thought he was living in a shell, Dash had come into his life and filled it with reason.
He had made a good life with her, seeing her for nearly twelve years before marrying the mare. They had faced the world together, and seen it's wonders, and it's terrors. He had scared her more than a couple times when facing off against villains. After his bout with Solar Flare though, Fury had calmed down and had lived life to the fullest.
They lived in the cottage that they bought. It harbored the family for over fifty years, and served as the raising place for Soaring Shadow.
Soaring Shadow grown up and became a great wizard, under the mentorship of Twilight Sparkle. His Works of Weather spells and healing spells could still be found in the great library in Canterlot to this day. He was considered the greatest wizard of his time, even trumping Princess Twilight at one time.
Soaring Shadow had become the greatest wizard of his time, but something knocked him clean off his haunches, love. Her name was Tree Sprout, a green mare with a pink mane, like her mother's, Fluttershy.
Dash and Fluttershy were overjoyed that their two children had fallen in love. They were married under the moon at Canterlot castle, officiated by the bringer of the night herself. Soon after, Tree Sprout became with Foal and gave birth to their first child, Star Bringer. The couple moved to the other side of Ponyville, and lived there for the remainder of their lives. It was there, years later, that Tree sprout gave birth to their second Foal, Scoots. named after Soaring's aunt.
Scootaloo had left Ponyville years ago, searching for her father's grave. She searched The newly rebuilt Manehatten and other cities and towns to find a place that could hold the famed honor guard.
She found the tomb of Rip Claw in a little town called Spursville, where the Stallion had been born. The town was small and sweet, and ponies were the same, so much so that the orange Pegasus settled down in the small town and made her home in the house that her father had once called home.
Fury got up off the bed slowly, and he looked to the other side, still folded neatly and unkempt. It had been that way for a year now, ever since that day. It was like any other day, it was Scoots birthday, and her and Dash were playing out in the yard. Even though that Dash was considerably older now, her coat was a faded blue, and her mane had lost it's colors and were now just different shades of gray and white, she could still prance like a younger mare. The two ponies were running around in the yard, when Dash had grabbed her chest in pain, and then collapsed.
That had been one year ago to the day, and he still missed her as much as he did at the front of the hospital when her soul left this plane.
He walked slowly across the old house that he had called home for so many years, to the kitchen where he brewed a cup of coffee, just the way she would've liked it. The coffee was black, with enough coffee grounds to be called goo. Dash had always said the amount of coffee would give her an extra boost in her old age. Usually Fury would just take a sip and spit out the liquid, but this morning he drank the coffee, and enjoyed it. After he drank his coffee, he hobbled over to the old desk where there sat five full books, all written by Fury over the length of his life. He opened the top book to the last couple pages where it shown a blank page. He slowly picked up a quill and wrote the last entry of this or any journal.
Life, what is life. We often think that life is just the time we spend in this body, the time that we breathe, but life is so much more than that. It is the time that we spend in this life and the actions that we do. We only get one go in this life, and many of us waste it on working and paying off our debts, when we were put here to live this life to the fullest, to enjoy the time upon this plane. We are here to fulfill the dreams of our heart and soul, and to find our partner that will walk down the path with us. My name is Fury Flight, and I leave these journals to my son, Soaring Shadow, so that he may continue my work, and provide his own knowledge to these journals.
This is my last entry, and I say that I have had a good run, and to my family and friends of this world, I say that I will meet you on the other side of the shore.
Fury closed the journal and placed the book back in it's place, along with a letter to Soaring Shadow. The old stallion then walked over to the door and turned around to look at the surroundings of the old cottage one last time, before leaving to make the walk to see his wife once again.