> Until We Meet Again > by Gingerquill > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Until We Meet Again > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Until We Meet Again By Gingerquill He was old. Very old. He felt it keenly, from his bones through to every hair on his once lustrous mane he was so very tired. Grey, faded and wrinkled, he thought as he looked in the mirror at the figure staring back at him. Through worn, rheumy eyes he saw he no longer stood as straight and sure as he once did, lacked the energy and vibrancy that once coursed through his whole being. He had long known he was getting old, but seeing himself as he was now, he truly felt it. Night was closing in, in more ways than one. As long as he could remember he had always loved the night, it made him feel fresh and young. There was something about it he just couldn’t put into words, some connection or resonance, like it was where he was meant to be. Even when he was just a foal night filled him with serenity, glee and happiness, seeing the moon filled him with the same energy and anticipation as he would later find in his first love. But this night made him feel heavy in his chest, a weight he worried he wouldn’t be able to bare. He feared this night, but not for his own sake. “Why do you hang around with a shrivelled up old prune like me?” He asked the presence in the room. He knew she was there, she always was and would always be welcome. Anticipated even. “Perhaps I like to be reminded of how beautiful I am.” Came the elegant tones of Princess Luna, spoken playfully as she emerged from the shadows of the night darkened bedroom, with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes and flowing mane. The night sky had always brought a brought smile to his face, he loved the grace and peace of night, the glorious silver light of the moon as it painted everything in its pure shades. But somehow it had felt hollow, like something was missing. Then she returned, and the night felt whole again. She was the only thing more beautiful than the skies she made every night. Enrapturing, bewitching, beautiful and magnificent, she made his heart yearn and ache when she wasn’t there, and flutter with excitement when she was. He could think of no other words for her. He adored everything about her, from her stoic determined exterior to the soft and kind interior that she hid from the world at large. Even her funny little, awkward social anachronisms were precious gems to be cherished. “And you are beautiful.” He smiled back with cheerful eyes, his heart once again lifted by her presence. “Do you regret anything?” He asked, the cheer slipping away with the weight of what was to come tonight. “Not a thing.” She said without pause and totally surety. “Even though we knew it would end?” His uncertainty the mirror of her conviction. She simply smiled sadly at him and sighed. “I could ask you why you pursued me, knowing that I would outlast you?” “What can I say, I have a thing for older mares.” He smiled the cocky, wry smile that had won the night’s heart. He felt it was perhaps the only youthful thing about him anymore. He coughed hard, doubling up and struggling to stand as he grimaced in pain. Luna was by his side in an instant, worriedly wrapping one wing round his frail form, helping him to hold himself upright. His own strength failing him, he leaned into her, allowing her to bare his weight. There was a time when that would have embarrassed him, but now he could do longer find the strength to support himself, he gratefully accepted hers. Touching his forehead to hers, it became a tender moment together instead, leaning into each other, the presence of the other bringing only comfort and warmth. If he could have been granted but one moment to last forever, it would have been that. Taking his own weight again, he unsteadily walked over to his bed. Set by the tall windows, it allowed him to see the night sky and moon he so loved, as she and the stars shone brightly over the town of Ponyville below, painting it in radiant shades of silver. She was by his side every step, as she was whenever she could tear herself away from royal duties. But tonight she could feel the impending change as much as he could. Gently, like supporting a child, she helped him settle in the bed made for two, and quietly lay facing him, the two embracing gently and silently as sleep began to gather in his worn body. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to her, struggling to keep a quiver from his voice as she lay tightly next to him. “You have nothing to apologise for.” She told him. “Nothing at all. These years have been beautiful, and I would not change them for anything.” “But now they have to end.” Tears began to gather as his beloved’s beautiful midnight eyes stared into his. “I’m sorry I have to leave, to hurt you like this. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me, you made my life complete. If I could, I would stay and we would dance together, like that first night at the gala, forever, until the end of all things. And we would know that we had loved, until the very end of time. I am so sorry.” He stroked her mane, it’s silky ethereal flow moving under his touch. How he loved her, to break her heart like this, to see sadness in her, tore him to pieces. And all he could do was beg for her forgiveness. He felt so sad and pathetic. “No, do not be sorry.” She began to weep, gazing upon the one who adored her as equally as she did him. “It is I who should apologise for making you wait. If only I had not allowed jealousy to poison my mind, then I would not have been banished for 1000 years, and made you wait all those life times for me to return.” Tears flowed freely from her eyes, and she closed them, unable to look upon the one she had betrayed. Then she felt a gentle hoof rest on her cheek, carefully wiping away the tears. A smile, that lovely smile that made his world light up, crept across her face. The tears still flowed, but that touch, the smile he returned, banished the sadness away leaving only the warmth of their love. “And yet, even through all those winters, all those many lives, you waited for me.” Her voice, barely a breath, carried a millennium of gratitude through the silent room. The two embraced closer, as close as his frail body would allow, wrapped together. His breath became shallower, the beat of his heart began to fade. “Nothing ever truly dies,” she whispered to him, “and spirits anchored to this world by a strong enough bond, find their way back. Search for me, as I will search for you. Return to me, let me love you again and again, ten thousand life times and more, until we can be together, forever.” Gently, she kissed him, only a small connection, but one of love and adoration that only two souls joined together could share. As his eyes closed and breath escaped him as a sigh, there was a smile on his face, serene and peaceful. “Sleep now, my beloved prince. Rest through the brief night, and in the morning, we will meet again.”