Epilogue

WARNING SAD FEELS AHEAD

If you're happy with the way the last chapter ended, please do not read this epilogue. It is needlessly depressing, and there will be other adventures for Spike to follow. Considered yourself warned.

Meals quickly became a family affair, with all four of us sitting around the table in the kitchen. Usually it would be Dinky talking about what she’d learned about in school, Ditzy telling stories about some of the weirder clients she had delivered to and some of the stranger packages she’d delivered. Twilight usually had some new spells or unusual books she’d found at a garage sale or antiques store, and I had tales of whatever it was the rest of the Darklighters were up to or what I’d had to help them with.

Dawnbreak and Shadowfall were up to their usual, fighting griffons for enchanted shoes or something. Silent Scroll had gone on what equated to a personal crusade to rescue some rare set of tomes from a bunch of diamond dogs, which Twilight had requested copies of. Morris and Allain complained of their old bones and about having to retire in a few years.

Spitfire we heard enough about whenever Rainbow Dash came over, which was at least every Saturday. The six of them had dedicated that day to each other unless something else was pressing. Even then, they all still gathered Saturday night for dinner. We’d had a longer table built to seat all of us, plus room for anyone who happened to drop by.

Nearly once a month or so, Celestia and Luna also dropped by and discussed the letters Twilight and her friends had me send to her. Luna quickly grew into her true stature, becoming Celestia’s height and gaining her… body structure. Her features were a bit more angular, and her skin a bit paler with hair much darker. Luna filled the role of Celestia’s opposite very well.

The years melted by. A few ancient evils resurfaced, only to be put down by the Elements of Harmony and myself. In the first years Ditzy and I got married and moved into her house. We even had a child, with Celestia’s magics. The income I received from Darklighter jobs kept us very comfortable.

Dinky excelled with her studies. She studied at Canterlot University, with many of the scholars Twilight herself studied with. She became a teacher, taking over Cherilee’s position when she retired.

Ditzy continued to work through the post office until we had our little girl. After that she was content to stay home and take care of our Cassia Luna.

My daughter grew into a fine young woman, half dragon apparently still being enough to be able to use all of my tricks. I taught her everything I knew from the Darklighters and from Celestia, and made sure she had the best education she could get. I made Twilight tutor her personally.

I lived for too long, though. I kissed my wife goodbye as she passed away, illness getting the better of her old body. Morris and Allain grew old and chose to go out fighting instead of in their sleep, perishing in a battle with the diamond dogs when they tried to invade. Most of the Elements of Harmony passed while I felt young still.

I grateful to Celestia for making Twilight a princess; it substantially lengthened her lifespan. Celestia still cried on my shoulder when an assassination attempt finally pulled through, and I razed the north ice fields with fire in return for the Changeling’s mistake.

I comforted Dawnbreak when Shadowfall passed, quietly in her sleep. He still looked as young as ever, even with his face wrinkled in depression. I’d discovered he was Celestia’s son some time ago, born of a man long dead.

I found some comfort in Luna’s arms, growing attached to her in a way that Ditzy’s short lifespan hadn’t allowed. We married, with my daughter’s blessing.

She’s lying in the bed near me as I write this. I still love Ditzy, but I would go insane without Luna’s companionship, and I love her with the heart not saved for my dear Cassia. She’s growing old herself, my daughter is. Half-dragon only goes so far I suppose. I fear the day I have to watch my daughter die. I feel so old, yet look no older than a man of twenty. I once asked Luna how old she and her sister was, and she only shook her head and wiped tears from her eyes.

I fear my own immortality. I may have gotten a bit more reckless in battle, but no one has said anything of it, and I cannot judge it myself. My skin is too thick for blades to pierce me, and my blood too hot for any poison to survive. I fear that I shall be like this forever.

I’ve just finished kissing my wife awake. Maybe I can keep living like this, if for a bit longer. Goodbye journal. I’m sure someone will find you useful, even is just for a bit of a read.