Conversion Bureau: St George

by kryxel

episode 2 part 4: the dream

TCB: SG E1P4
the Dream
Chizzled into stone by Kryxel
transcribed onto efficent data by Ray10K

All newfoals claim having a vivid dream during their conversion. The strange part is that all reports on the phenomenon claim that the dream is nearly identical for everyone.
They would often describe the dream as finding themselves in a meadow, with towers on the horizon and a bright sun in the sky.
Victor would later claim these dreams to have visited him as well. He would also claim that words would never suffice to truly describe the true dream he had that day. That one, peaceful moment where he was accepted into the herd...

Victor was in the field. He was running.
He ran over hills, human feet treading over the grass and rocks.
When he reached the foot of the hill, he felt himself change.
His feet turned to strong hooves, his hair into a short mane. His ears changed, and slid up to the top of his head.
Before he could feel any fear from the changes, they stopped.
Victor was human no more, he was now a pony.
And Victor ran on.

Victor felt them before he saw them. Those aethereal white horses of all shapes and sizes. Some with horns, some with wings, mixed in with those that had neither.
Victor could only stop, facing the images of ponykind as they stood before him.
The Herd.
The Herd was stationed around the edges of the valley where Victor was dreaming.
An inaudible whisper passed through the valley.
Come play, come dance, come live, work, and have fun.
That is what they said, and what he felt was simple.
Come run with us.
And so he did.
He ran, and the herd joined him as he joined the herd.
They swarmed around him, running with the beauty and power of a flowing river as he felt a power both burning within and flowing around him. The river of magic in its true might.
The Herd traversed without speech, without need for words.
They ran where they needed to. They swarmed towards a cliff edge, and Victor ran with them.
They ran toward the edge, and leapt.
Victor leapt with the herd; with his herd.
They ran into the sky, and changed before his very eyes.
They became as the very fabric of the clouds themselves, and Victor ran ever on, following the path of the clouds.
He ran on the magic of Equestria itself.
He ran on, ever forward, towards the Sun and the Moon.
they grew, larger and larger, until their true form was revealed.
The two Alicorns rested on the clouds in their otherworldly glory, as Victor ran towards them.
One of light, of life, of revelation.
The other of darkness, of peace, of wisdom.
"Greetings, little pony," they both said, with voices more beautiful than any concert ever written by pony or man.
"Greetings, Princess Celestia. Greetings, Princess Luna."
The scene changed, and revealed the place Victor knew best.
He was back in the trenches of the war. Bullets whistled overhead, rockets detonated and rained death down upon the trenches.
All of it was as he remembered... except for the white wicker table in the middle of the no-mans-land.
The two Alicorns sat in the wicker chairs by the table. "Come on Victor," Celestia said with a grin, "come and join us for tea."
An explosion happened nearby, startling Victor into running over to the royal pair.
He sat down in the remaining chair, still feeling the heat of the explosion on his haunches.
"Thou has a very... Unusual center of peace." Luna said with a smirk
"Luna, don’t laugh. Everyone has their reasons for how their center looks," Celestia said.
"Yes. I have this as my center, because one gets to know themselves best, the moment before one dies, well, usually anyway," Victor said.
"Very well. Come, enjoy a cup of thy tea," Luna said pointing at the teacup.
"drink and know... Know what you are, and know what you can be..." Celestia said.
Victor looked down and lapped up his tea.
"Is it just me, or does it taste like gra-"

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Ray10k here, this time I apologize if I turned up the drama on the dream too much.
(kryxel here and ray you are doing just fine. you are turning my cupcakes writing into a Cupcakes: The Musical Masterpeice. thanks!)