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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Baker.27s_tale.">A Baker's tale.</span><a href="A_Baker's_tale.#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Baker's tale." data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Dark. Everything is dark. Why is everything dark?<br /><br />These questions haunted the small town baker.<br />She thinks these thoughts to herself as she pulls yet another sponge cake from the one small area of warmth in the building.<br />Placing the cake on the table, she looks up through the glass window placed in the ceiling.<br />The stars are beautiful, night is beautiful. But, this is too much.<br />It's been nearly four years since she's seen daylight, and things were starting to get intense.<br />The guards wouldn't do anything about the night crawlers, or the raiders whom utilize the night for their own corrupt lusts.<br />She huffs and grabs her frosting from a bin full of decorations for pastries.<br />Putting little flowers on the cake, she silently sobs and sighs to herself.<br />She missed flowers.<br />Flowers.<br />The word itself sounded alien in nature, like they never even existed in the first place.<br />All she see's now is the gloom of the night, looming like an everlasting plague over all of equestria.<br />Decorating cakes we're fun at one point, but now that she's forced to make all these cakes, hollow, flavorless, depressing.<br />Like equestria, in its current state.<br />The small town baker needs more eggs if she's going to make more pastries.<br /><br />She notices, for a moment, that she's not in that bad of a situation, at least, relative to others<br />At least, these are made for eating.<br />There are ponies in the capitol who's sole purpose is to make weapon-pastries.<br />Used to keep the city's in line, she supposes.<br />Nightmare Moon's been a pretty kind ruler, treating them like subjects of her night.<br />But the dark.<br />She breaks down, and puts her hooves in her face.<br />� � &quot;Sweet Celestia the dark.&quot;<br />The baker utters the first words in a couple of days.<br />She puts the pastry on the table on a delivery rack, and heads into the designated bakery supply store.<br />Everything's treated like its part of the royal guard.<br />Militant, utilitarian.<br />She opens the door of her hobble, and steps down the steps and into the street<br /><br />Her hooves feel good on the polished cobble.<br />It's been half a week since she's had to leave the bakery for anything.<br />It's refreshing.<br />Her doldrums are broken for a moment as she see's the beauty of the world around her.<br />Since the nightfall, she's thought a lot more, and spoke a lot less.<br />And sometimes, when she gets out, she breaks out of her state of manic depression, and see's things in a different light.<br />Like, if the sun were still there.<br />She stops in her tracks, and does a three sixty, taking in the area of Ponyville like it was the first time she was here.<br />Everything was dark, yet, the softer shades were comforting.<br />She notices a pony laying in the street, obviously in a stage of grief or doldrums similar to her own state.<br />He's sobbing. But its obvious he hasn't slept in a while, <span class="nu0">5</span> days at least.<br />In equestria, they call these ponies 'trancers'.<br />Ponies who were unable to cope with the hostile takeover of nightmare moon, and so they sort of, broke.<br />Which was sad, there is beauty to be had with sanity.<br />'Any life is worth living.' the baker thinks to herself. 'but a lot of ponies don't believe that concept.'<br /><br />She truly believes that at heart, but, she can't help but feel gloomy and depressed as she looks at the moon, taking the place of the sun.<br /><br />She forgot why she was outside in the first place.<br />Right, eggs.<br />Two blocks later, she see's the storehouse in the distance.<br />Trotting up the crystal stairs, she opens to the old castle of friendship.<br />There's nobody here, but that is to be expected?<br />She see's her old throne, and trots over to it.<br />Bringing her hoof to her old life, she traces the blue and yellow gems set into the looming throne.<br />She remembers comforting her friends, all the things she's taught and learned.<br />And, as if for a moment, her current situation fades out of existence.<br />She brushes her hair out of her face, and places it behind her ear.<br /><br />She forgets why she came here again.<br />Right, eggs.<br />She walks over to her old friends throne, and scoops up three dozen eggs and puts them on a cart.<br />She grabs the cart and goes to the fresh egg room.<br />One, two, three.<br />Wing <span class="nu0">6</span>, Room <span class="nu0">4562</span><br /><br />Uhh.<br />� � &quot;Eggs. Right.&quot; she reminds herself, speaking out loud for the first time in months.<br />She opens the door.<br />She grabs another <span class="nu0">60</span> dozen eggs, and heads to the front door.<br />Bringing the cart down the steps carefully, Which is empty, save for that one trancer.<br />Four blocks later. She's standing once again outside the bakery.<br />There's a notice on the door. Its mandatory to be read.<br />Like she's going to read that.<br />She goes inside and sits on one of the old stools of the bakery where ponies used to have pastries.<br />A little necklace sits on it.<br />Or is it a bracelet?<br />She doesn't know.<br />The darkness has made her memory very, very fuzzy.<br />The little lapses of manic happiness are helpful, but they're preventing the inevitable.<br />Its at times like these that its so easy to just, sleep, forever.<br />But, then again, any life Is worth living, right?<br />A weak smile creeps up on her face as her hair goes a little curly, but then resorts to just deflating to flat again.<br />As is life, she supposes.<br /><br />A thought creeps into her mind.<br />The castle.<br />When she was there. Something?<br /><br />eh, never mind. She forgot.<br /><br />She forgets what she's doing.<br />Right, she has to bake.<br />She gets up, and heads to the kitchen for another round of sponge cakes.<br />She goes into the kitchen, and see's that the last round of sponge cakes have been taken by the bat-guard.<br />Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.<br />She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.<br /><br />Eh?<br />Right, baking<br />Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.<br />She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.<br /><br />Eh?<br />Right, baking<br />Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.<br />She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.<br /><br />Eh?<br />Right, baking<br />Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.<br />She makes another sponge cake batter, and plops it in the oven.<br /><br />Eh?<br />This happens over and over again for <span class="nu0">18</span> hours straight, and soon, she has nearly <span class="nu0">600</span> cakes stocked up.<br />They need to be put on the rack now.<br />Its at this point she notices something.<br />One of the cakes is still on the rack, never being taken.<br />She think's its an important one, maybe.<br />It has little white frosted flowers on it, and smells of vanilla.<br />None of these should have vanilla or frosting.<br />Is it a gift from the guard, or moon herself?<br />She studies the cake.<br />It has flowers.<br />She missed flowers.<br />Flowers.<br />The word itself sounded alien in nature, like they never even existed in the first place.<br />She needs flower.<br /><br />She needs to put these cakes on the racks.<br />Then she?<br /><br />Then she needs to get the flower.<br /><br />She stacks the six hundred cakes, as they're ready for delivery to the guard.<br />Now.<br />Uh?<br />She need's flower.<br />Right.<br />She walks out the door, and feels the cold rush of air on her face.<br />It's been the first time in months since she's stepped outside.<br />The feeling of the wind is refreshing on her mane and fur.<br />A weak smile creeps from her face.<br />Any life is worth living.<br />Since the nightfall, she's thought a lot more, and spoke a lot less.<br />And sometimes, when she gets out, she breaks out of her state of manic depression, and see's things in a different light.<br />Like, if the sun were still there.<br /><br />Right, to the store house.<br />Two blocks later, she sees the storehouse in the distance.<br />Trotting up the crystal stairs, she opens to the old castle of friendship.<br />There's nobody here, but that is to be expected?<br /><br />Breathing in, she smells the dust.<br />This place always smells like dust.<br />Well, it didn't back when twilight lived here.<br />She kept things spotless.<br />Twilight, she was such a good friend.<br />Friend.<br />The baker's hair slowly inflates.<br />It becomes curly, and slowly works its way into a cotton candy shape.<br />She notices the smile on her face.<br />She was here for a reason, right?<br />Yeah, she needs something?<br />� � &quot;Yeah! Flower, need the good stuff, too.&quot;<br />She spoke for the first time in months.<br />She happily bounces around the empty castle.<br />In a moment, she finds herself surrounded by flower.<br /><br />Oh fun!<br /><br />She dives in, and covers herself in white, playing in the stuff.<br />She gets up, and shakes off the flower.<br />The smile on her face is something equestria hasn't seen for years.<br />She finishes her reveling, and gets some flower for the bakery.<br />Trotting down the steps of the castle, she decides to go and see what rarity is up to.<br />She walks a few steps.<br /><br />Uhh, rarity.<br />Her, uh, her?<br />Rarity.<br />� � &quot;Where do I know that name?&quot; the baker questions, uttering the first words Ponyville has heard in years, sans the sobbing from the trancers<br />She was always bad with names.<br />Maybe a higher up?<br />She doesn't know, the only higher up she can remember is nightmare moon.<br />Nightmare Moon?<br />Nightmare Moon's been a pretty kind ruler, treating them like subjects of her night.<br />But the dark.<br />She movers her hair out of her face and puts it behind her ear.<br /><br />What was she doing?<br />Right, the, flower?<br />She needs to do more baking.<br /><br />Four blocks later. She's standing once again outside the bakery.<br />There's a notice on the door. Its mandatory to be read.<br />Like she's going to read that.<br />She goes inside and sits on one of the old stools of the bakery where ponies used to have pastries.<br />A little necklace sits on it.<br />Or is it a bracelet?<br />She doesn't know.<br />The darkness has made her memory very, very fuzzy.<br /><br />She walks into the kitchen and places the flower on the table<br /><br />She needs to-<br /><br />She needs to make more sponge cakes.<br />Two eggs, three cups of flower, four cups of protein, milk, peanut butter.<br /><br /><span class="nu0">30</span> hours later, she's must've made a solid <span class="nu0">700</span> sponge cakes.<br />They need to be put on the rack.<br />There's still a cake on the rack.<br />She think's its an important one, maybe.<br />It has little white frosted flowers on it, and smells of vanilla.<br />None of these should have vanilla or frosting.<br /><br />Something clicks in her head.<br />She remembers.<br />Her hair inflates, curly and full. Her eyes light up and shine bright colors, juxtaposing on the dark, gloomy kitchen.<br />She looks around the bakery.<br />She goes to the basement, and flips a switch.<br />When she come's back up the stairs the lights are on, illuminating a dusty, cobweb ridden sugarcube corner.<br />The necklace.<br />She knows what that is.<br />She walks over to the gold necklace with a blue balloon sunk into the middle.<br />One of the elements of harmony.<br />But, how did it get out of the tree of harmony?<br />She remembers.<br />It was a last ditch effort to stop Luna from becoming nightmare moon again.<br />But it just wasn't enough.<br /><br />� � &quot;not at our old age&quot; she says with a hint of reminiscence, talking for the first time in a week.<br />She puts on the pendant, and walks over to the mirror.<br />she follows the wrinkles on her face, with her aged cataract ridden eyes.<br />It hasn't been <span class="nu0">4</span> years.<br />Its been much, much longer.<br />She, needs to find the other elements.<br />Twilight.<br />No, we can't win without twilight.<br />We couldn't win.<br />We'd never win without magic.<br />She was turned to a statue when the elements backfired.<br />That was a dark day?<br />� � &quot;heh, literally. Right Twilight?&quot;<br />She turns away from the mirror.<br />She can't continue making cakes for nightmare moon.<br />She can't enable her tyranny.<br />She has to go, go find the other elements of harmony.<br />The baker decides to leave the element on the table, it should be safe there.<br />Can't be caught. She decides, and turns off the lights in sugarcube corner.<br />She taps her way down the steps, and looks left, then looks right, trying to focus on a direction.<br /><br />Which direction does she go?<br />� � &quot;Where do I need to go?&quot;<br /><br />She chooses a direction, and starts running<br /><br />Uhh.<br />She forgot what she was doing.<br /><br />Her hooves feel good on the polished cobble.<br /><br />It's been half a week since she's had to leave the bakery for anything.<br /><br />It's refreshing.<br /><br />Her doldrums are broken for a moment as she see's the beauty of the world around her.<br />Since the nightfall, she's thought a lot more, and spoke a lot less.<br />And sometimes, when she gets out, she breaks out of her state of manic depression, and see's things in a different light.<br />Like, if the sun were still there.<br />She stops in her tracks, and does a three sixty, taking in the area of Ponyville like it was the first time she was here.<br />Everything was dark, yet, the softer shades were comforting.<br />She notices a pony laying in the street, obviously in a stage of grief or doldrums similar to her own state.<br />He's sobbing. But its obvious he hasn't slept in a while, <span class="nu0">5</span> days at least.<br />In equestria, they call these ponies 'trancers'.<br />Ponies who were unable to cope with the hostile takeover of nightmare moon, and so they sort of, broke.<br />Which was sad, there is beauty to be had with sanity.<br />'Any life is worth living.' the baker thinks to herself. 'but a lot of ponies don't believe that concept.'<br /><br />She must've just been taking a break.<br />Four blocks later. She's standing once again outside the bakery.<br />There's a notice on the door. Its mandatory to be read.<br />Like she's going to read that.<br />She goes inside and sits on one of the old stools of the bakery where ponies used to have pastries.<br />A little necklace sits on it.<br />Or is it a bracelet?<br />She doesn't know.<br /><br />The darkness has made her memory very, very fuzzy.<br />FIN</div></div>




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