- >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
- >You have seen much that this has to offer
- >"You are old, Anon"
- >Your bones remind you this 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
- "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
- >The sounds of bones snapping and your wimpering are the only noises
- >"You are very old, Anon."
- >Your reflection tells you from the mirror on the door
- "I know."
- >You garb yourself in your daily attire, ready to meet the day and you head downstairs
- >You make it to the bottom of the stairs much faster than you want
- >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 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 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 this close you can see beneath it's hood, the pearly white skull of a pony
- "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-Anon? Anon p-please, it's time to wake up!" a meek voice whispers to you
- >Your eyes crack and you look towards the voice
- >It's Fluttershy, her smiling face greeting you
- >It feels like it's been a lifetime since you've seen her as you reach up and pull her into a hug, pulling her down to you
- "How long have I been out?"
- >The mild pony wiggles out of your grip, "N-not long, but if you don't hurry, you'll miss the picnic!"
- >You would you trade your life to never leave this place
- "I know."
- >Today will be a good day
- >The yellow equine hangs to your side, herding you through this oddly open field
- >You see them
- >Seated around the 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."