Title:           "I know"
Author:          shankedCircuit
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of June 2012 07:08:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of June 2012 07:08:20 PM CDT

>Day irrelevant since comming to Equestria
>You have lived in that magical world for many years now
>A crack of sunlight, that damnable waking ray, rouses you from rest
"Celestia, can't you let an old man rest?"
>You ask aloud only to be met with silence
>Your room is adorned with many a trophy from your years on Equestria
>A feather of a Phoenix, a horn of a Minotar, and pictures all over your walls
>And extra layers of dust to show how long they've sat
>You have seen much that this world had to offer
>"You are old, Anon"
>Your bones speak to you reminding you of your age daily
"I know."
>Your life cannot hold to this form much longer, and you too shall pass, as all your friends have before you.
>"You are old, Anon"
>Your joints this time, cracking and creaking with each little movement, your daily routine of pain just to get out of bed
"I know."
>You whisper between a seethe as you pull yourself to sitting
>Your gnarled hand grabs your cane and you rise to your feet
>your hips crack loudest, a pain all to familiar
 
>Your eyes reach your mirror, hung from the door so many many years ago
>Oh how long you would preen yourself, make yourself presentable for the female of your species that you held out for
>But never arrived
>"You are very old, Anon."
>Your reflection tells you from the mirror on the door
>Your face lined with wrinkles, your cheeks sagging, and your eyes drooping
>No hair on your head to speak of
"I know."
>You garb yourself in silence, very few ponies could prepare you clothing as well as when you first arrived,
>The memories would have already faded were it not for the pictures to remind you
>It doesn't much matter, you are ready to meet the day and you head downstairs
>You make it to the bottom of the stairs much faster than normal, you don't like it
>You also don't like the sudden stabbing pain in your left side and your chest
>"You are very very old, Anon."
>Your heart tells you
"I-I know."
>You suddenly feel that you are not alone
>A dark cloaked figure is in your living room, softly sipping on a cup of coffee
>You do not need to ask to know who this is as you writhe in pain on the ground
>The figure sets down the intricate cup softly on the counter and drops to it's feet
>You clearly see it's legs moving but it makes no sound, it merely glides towards you
>From your broken form you almost feel a sense of pity and sadness from this creature as it kneels to you.
>From mouth unseen comes an unnerving, yet calming voice whispers into your ear
>"It's time"
>You can hear the pity in it's voice, the sound of a voice pained by what it does, seeing this time and time again yet knowing it has to do what it has to do
"I...I know."
>Your voice cracks, part from fear and part from pain
>It rises back up to it's feet and softly nudges your hand with it's hoof
>...
>Black is all you see
>your vision is invaded by
>A bright flash of light
>A dark stary sky
>A color that can only describe love
>A flurry of colors barrage your mind
>A voice, so bubbly, yet concerned, starts to work it's way into the fore of your mind
>"Anon?  Anooooon?  Hey Anonymous!  Wake up silly face!
>A rapid jabbing at your side brings you crashing back down with a jolt
>Your eyes crack and you take what feels like the first breath of your life as your vision is flooded by pink
>You know this creature
"P-Pinkie?  What gives, why were you hitting me?"
>A look, it's subtle, but you've seen that look.  To the untrained eye this bubbly pony was as happy as can be, but a discerning eye could see both relief and grief etched upon her pink, happy facade
>However, that expression leads to one of pure joy, the joy you remember from what feels like ages ago...and just yesterday
>"You fell asleep party buddy, and on today of all days, come on the others are waiting!"
>She's already bouncing away
"I know"
>Today will be a good day
 
>The pink equine keeps coming back and racing ahead, guiding you through this odd field when you see a hill form up
>You see them, seated around a blanket
>Your old friends, 5 mares seated at the blanket, talking so jovially
>And others already seated at the blanket
>"D-do you know them, Anon?"
>You see them, and you know them, just by sight.
>A Father
>A Soldier
>A Religious
>A Raver
>And so many more, still appearing
"I know."
>You know them, you don't know how, but you know them.
>You know where you are
>It brings a single silent tear to your eye
>You take your place at the blanket as one of the many
>A Watcher
"I know."