That Not Every Wish Comes True
[}—–{ A Wish }–—{]
Sometimes a wish is made of something magical, but other times we find them to be made up of nothing but hopeful thoughts.
“You know, I always told myself I wouldn’t cry when I came here.” Twilight Sparkle looked up into the night sky, whose glittering stars and opulent moon shined brightly to fight away the utter blackness that threatened to overtake the sky. She lifted a hoof to brush away the darting drops of salty water that had gotten past her eyelids before they had a chance to close them in. “It’s always embarrassing to cry in front of my family.” Smiling to herself sadly, Twilight turned as the sound of hoof steps and panting drifted up from the hill below her.
“Don’t worry, Twilight.” Her father, Crescent Moon, ascended the hill behind her, letting out his breath in short bursts as if the elderly stallion had just run a marathon. “We all feel a little emotional when we come up here. I must say that it’s become a bit of a family tradition to cry on this hill.” Twilight smiled at her father as he brushed a hoof across her face to rid it of the tears that she had missed before.
“Yeah, that’s right, Pops.” The two ponies turned in unison to see Shining Armor finally cresting the top of the hill, his wife Cadence just behind him. “And I guess this year Cady gets to join in the tradition too.”
“Shining,” the unicorn siblings winced as their father’s voice adopted an admonishing tone that they had heard all too often before as younger ponies, “I still don’t approve of you taking my daughter-in-law out to such a sad occasion. Furthermore, I w—“
Sensing another rant that her husband had told her all about when they were dating, Cadence swiftly interrupted Crescent Moon with a dazzling smile. “Oh, that’s all right, father.” The use of the honorary name threw the azure pony off even more than her smile had. “I’m part of the family now, so I have no misgivings about joining the rest of you in any family anniversaries, whether they are joyous or sad.”
For a minute there was nothing but silence, pressing down upon the hilltop like a great, fluffy pillow that had somehow landed on a sleeping pony’s face. Shining Armor and his sister let out the breaths the they didn’t even know they had been holding as their father, seemingly appeased, turned away to stare off into the distance with a reminiscing look in his eyes. Twilight Sparkle soon followed him, but not before she could hear her brother ask a question under his breath. “How is it that you can do that and I can’t?”
Almost immediately after her brother’s question, Cadence’s sing-song reply brought another smile to Twilight’s lips. “Because, I’m a girl.”
Shutting out the sounds of the lovingly arguing pair, Twilight Sparkle trotted over to where their whole reason for being there rested, smiling down at the nondescript slab of stone. The only thing that adorned its surface was a cutie mark, still looking as if it had been made yesterday. The memory of all those books that she had poured through to cast an anti-weathering spell on the stone sent a shudder through Twilight’s spine as she looked on.
Yet another memory, older than the last but only just, flashed through her mind at the sight of a slightly legible envelope next to the stone. Words from the past drifted up from underneath the sands of time as Twilight stared backwards into her past.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I know that you want me to write to you about lessons of friendship, but I also have one of life that I learned today. You see, today has been very awful despondent eventful.
Twilight could still read the letter as if she had been looking at it, every blot of ink or tears on the paper still visible in her mind, as crisp as they had been the day she had sealed that letter away and brought it here.
Well, what I mean to say is, there has been a tragedy in my family. You see, my… my mother has passed away into your realm above the sky.
The letters grew jagged and broken, as if her quill had been trembling while she wrote the words, which it very well had been.
I know that one might not say there is a lesson to be found in the loss of one they love, but I believe I have found one.
In her mind’s eye, Twilight could see her younger self curled up at the headstone, staring up into the starry night sky with those innocent, naïve eyes that were filled with tears.
The night my mother was buried, I stole away from my home to spend the night atop that hill that she is resting at. It was cold, and I was shivering from the fear of something or another coming out of the darkness, but I stayed there and waited.
The non-existent Twilight shivered as some inaudible sound made one of her ears twitch, driving the transparent memory to stand up in fright.
You see, I found myself wanting to test a theory that all the other colts and fillies in my school test at their age. It sounds silly now, but at the time it made perfect sense. I wanted to test the power of wishes.
Twilight was alone on the hilltop, the others forgotten as she enveloped herself in the days of the past. She turned to see that same apparition of herself staring up into the sky, murmuring to herself and waving her ignited horn about in complicated patterns through the air.
I spent probably half the night trying to get the shapes and the rhymes down right. The ones that my Mom taught me when I was just a tiny filly anyway. Of course, back then I wasn’t really able to keep up my magic for very long, so I kinda fell down and asleep for a little while. I don’t quite remember what woke me up, the only thing being a blinding light that streaked across the sky for just a moment. After that though, my Dad found me and dragged me back home, shouting about how worried he was and all kinds of things like that. You know how he is.
Well, you’re probably wondering what it is that I learned recently, and now I’ll tell you. It was that wishes don’t come true.
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
“Hey, you ready to go, Twilight?” Her father’s face, streaked with tears, broke apart the world of memory. “It’s getting late, and I have to get up in the morning for work.”
“I’m fine, Dad, go on ahead. I’ll catch up.” For a moment Twilight’s father looked as if he was going to object, but she let out a tense breath as he nodded and began to walk away. “Thanks, Dad.”
Pushing herself to her hooves, Twilight trotted over to where she had stood looking into the sky so many years ago, waving her horn wildly through the air in complicated symbols. “Now, let’s see if I can remember how to do this…”
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Oh god am I going to get feels from this
Very good.
.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I have no words.................................You wrote this with your heart and soul therefore there is nothing wrong with this story......its perfect
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Nice job man. Very emotional and cute.
I hope everything goes better for your friend, though.
so sad bravo bravo
Eddiekim - A Prayer For Her
That's all.
The joy of life is in the fleetingness, the delicacy of life is precious, the unseeable is what makes it livable. I can't expect my words to comfort you, for I don't know you, but cherish the good times and continue to make more with the ones you love who are still here. They are just now a little more precious
Ciao darling
I'm very sorry to hear of his loss; condolences from a follower. I personally couldn't imagine losing my mother earlier than what's due.
Story-wise, not as sad as I was hoping for, but definitely worth reading. Very well-written and a job well done at putting your emotions into it.
1968043 Thank you, for both the kind words toward him as well as the story.
1968053 You're quite welcome. All in all, just make sure he stays strong; as a friend it will be one of your biggest duties over the next undefined span of time. Luck and well-wishes to the both of you.
I lost my father about seven years ago. I was younger then than now, and this is starting to hit home a little bit. I thought that "maybe" there was some sort of odd chance. I don't know.
Strong punch to the feels.
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Congratulations would normally be in order, but I feel like condolences are more appropriate. 
Goddamn it, this made me tear up... you really wrote from the heart here, and it shows.
1968205 Either is fine, my friend. Either is fine.
It hurts, loosing a parent. A pain that close stays with you for a while. To your friend:
I've been through the divorce, death, and the self-destruction of family members I loved very much.. I cannot give you a panacea - I've yet to find one myself. I pray that you will have comfort, and joy again.
Best wishes, JetGrey
Deep. I would say something like "It's painful now, but he'll get over it eventually." but that's not right. You never get over it entirely, it becomes a part of your life. A part that one will eventually have to accept - I know I did.
EDIT: This is what we need to see more of in the feature box by the way. Not senseless clop that has somehow gained very undeserved popularity.
Very good.
my sincerest condolences on your friendos mother's passing away
may she live on eternally in her families minds, and never be forgotten.
this was truly, a deep and emotional fic. and well written too.
unfortunatly i don't tend to cry when it comes to literature (visual stuff like images and movies/tv shows tend to effect me more than words)
but i can honestly say the emotion is there and my heart was torn by the end.
very well done piece of literature, and the fact it was done to honor someones true passing just makes it all the more powerful
1968611 Thank you for those words mate, I'll show him.
1968733 And I wish it was something that I could really do something for. I know being there with him is doing something, but it doesn't feel like enough. Also, if you want this to be featured, make it so
1969096 Thank you for your kind words, both for me and my friend.
1969251 If I had more power than a simple Like/Favourite button in my possession to make it featured I would have.
Feels
Someone I look up to wrote something like this, something that I hold dear:
Memory.
Memory is something many people take for granted these days. People think that memory is just something we use to store information. I guess that's sort of true, but what nobody realizes is just how much of a gift memory is. Sure, some people think that all remembering does is dig up old wounds and bring nothing but pain, but they don't understand is that pain is what makes us human. Only through pain can we understand what friendship and love really mean to us. If everything was all good and well, we would never learn to appreciate what we have...
Huh, I like this. Not the reason that made it happen, but I like the fiction itself. Gotta admit that it also sends back known feels into my brain, though.
Even though it be only 1,200 words, you still managed to pour the emotional stress and basic feels from a much larger story into it.
Very well written, short, sad, and to the point.
4/5 mustaches (Needed more story)
it is short but powerful. the emotion of confliction and sadness flow clearly in the writing though I think you had a hard time with it not really knowing what you were going to put to keyboard. Maybe you really couldn't fully encompass what you wanted to present but very well done nonetheless.
"Also, I know that this isn't as good as my normal stuff, but I as I said above, I just wanted to get this off my chest, so to speak."
Been reading through your stuff, and this is the first to get a 10/10 on my scale. (still quite a few to read through, but this is the best thus far in my opinion. Haven't read anything longer than 5k words yet though)
The song that comes to mind...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH_HwPX8rOk