Reincarnated Immortality

          The bones of a fallen unicorn lie in the middle of a forest. Metallic wings protrude from it's ribs. A small satchel lay underneath the skull. This unicorn had seemingly died long ago. Hoof steps are heard, slowly approaching the skeleton. Another unicorn emerges from from the brush, noticed the remains, smiled to himself and said "Finally, I found you."  His voice was deep and old, but his body was young. He had a black coat and a red mane, with a small goatee protruding from his chin. His eyes were an even darker red than his mane. He approached the skeleton slowly. The dark unicorn used to his magic to levitate the wings out of its ribs and he began examining them. "Damage is minimal, they will take time to repair, but they are usable." He stabs them into his sides with barely a flinch and stood there for a good while, waiting for the wings to connect themselves to his nervous system.

           After about ten minutes, he casually flaps then up and down to ensure they were still working. "Ah, it's good to have the ability to fly again. Now, where is my journal?" He examined the skeleton further to find the satchel. "Good to know I've been lying face down in my own journal this entire time." He takes the journal out of the bag and looks to the sky, not a single rain cloud could be seen. "Looks like its smooth sailing back to Canterlot, hopefully I won't run into any more chimeras WHO KILL ME!!!" The unicorn yelled into the forest. "No? Good because I'd rather not die again having just recovered my belongings." He crouched close to the ground with his 'wings' extended, and took off in one quick movement. After reaching a suitable height, he looked to the sun and estimated it was around 5:00pm and what direction his destination was. He adjusts his wings to the wind current and begins flying, a little shakily toward Canterlot.

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           Skygleam was a simple earth pony with no great role in society. Her special talent was gazing into the stars and discerning meaning from them. She owned a small astronomy shop back in Canterlot, and her cutie mark, was that of a telescope. She didn't make much money in her shop seeing as everything in it lasted for a couple of years. She had been venturing out into the woods to find a good place to set up her telescope to watch tonight's meteor shower when she had stumbled across the skeleton. As she heard hoof steps, she dove into the bushes. She watched intently as the odd black unicorn emerged from the brush, approached the skeleton, smiling, and heard him talking to himself. She watched as he inserted the wings into his body. When he flew off, she emerged from the bush and gazed toward the direction he flew off in to ensure he had left.

          She approached the skeletal remains of the fallen unicorn and looked toward the sky. It was the perfect clearing to watch the shower! All of course, except for the skeleton. She looked at it with disgust, she would have to move it for it to be perfect. She searched around for a long and sturdy stick. After finding one suitable for her purposes, she picked it up and used it to hook the skull lying in the middle of the clearing but as soon is it was disconnected from the main body, the entire skeleton and the skull disintegrated, leaving behind dust. Only a small satchel remained. She cautiously picked it up and examined it. It was rather small for a satchel, only big enough for a single large book. A label on the inside reveals it was made by hoof In Canterlot. A small metallic plate was embedded in the over flap. "Property of The Lord of Carnage, if found, leave it where it is."

           "You know it's kind of rude to go through some pony else's stuff." Skygleam's eyes widen in terror as she had only now realized the colt had come back. "I'd really like my bag back now, it's taken me a few hours to find it."

           "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was yours!"

           "I'm sure you didn't Ms. Skygleam, but next time your looking for a spot to gaze at the stars, try looking somewhere else other than in the middle of a forest. There are many dangerous creatures that reside here." Skygleam couldn't speak after what she had just heard, she hadn't even told her friends where she was going or why. "You should probably go back home before the meteor shower starts and lock your door." Was this guy some kind of stalker?? Skygleam holds out the satchel in her hoof in front of her. The bag was magically lifted from her hoof and strapped itself around his neck. "Thank you." He steps a few feet back before shooting himself into the sky. His form had eventually disappeared into the distance. Skygleam gazed for a long time at the spot where he had vanished. She picked up her telescope and began walking slowly toward Canterlot. As she grew closer, she broke out into an all-out sprint, running as fast as her legs would carry her. She passed through the gates, up a few staircases , and through the door to her house. She closed, locked the door. She slowly slid to the ground and let out a pent up breath now that she was away from that crazy colt and in her own home. She removed her backpack and started checking all of her equipment for damage. Most of the lenses escaped any wear or damage but the eyepiece was cracked. She grumbled in annoyance, that was her favorite telescope and now she would have to go get Will to fix it. She looked at the clock on her wall, five minutes until the shower. She set her pack aside and grabbed a spare telescope from her display area. it wasn't the same but it would have to do.

           Skygleam walked out onto her own balcony and looked to the stars. She could see that all of her friends were preparing for the shower as well. She sighed as she set up her own telescope, she wanted to be away from the city when it began but that obviously wasn't going to happen. The sun began to set and the meteor shower had begun. She quickly focused her telescope on the meteors, examining them quite closely, she could hear everyone else "ooo" and "aaa"-ing at the spectacle. She couldn't help but be agitated, she knew this was going to happen. As time progressed, the amount of sounds she heard grew less and less. She looks up slightly confused toward her closest friend's balcony only to see her friend gazing wide eyed and expressionless toward the stars. She noticeed a small crease below her chin. Now, she knew her friend wasn't skinny, but she didn't know she was THAT fat. But then, she saw the small trickle of liquid red seep out the crease. Her eyes widen in terror as she realized what happened. Still she gazed at her, paralyzed with fear at what had become of her friend. She looked out toward more of the houses around her with similar results, more expressionless and empty faces. Her gaze returned to the friend that lived closest to her. The blood that had come out retreated back into the crease and her gaze returned to normal. Her face, still expressionless, looked over to Skygleam's balcony. Skygleam hesitated before turning to run to her door.

          She was about to turn the handle when she felt something running down her neck. She dabbed the location on her neck where she had felt the liquid and looked with fear full eyes at the blood on her hoof. She runs as fast as she can into her bathroom to examine herself in the mirror, there was indeed a crease across her neck, just like her friend, but there was no pain. She fumbles around her bathroom to find some medical equipment to tend to the cut, but what she didn't notice, was a small shadow that passed underneath her door. It pounced on Skygleam, searching for its entry point. She screamed before trying to frantically separate the thing from herself. Whenever she managed to separate herself from it, it latched itself right back onto her. It had eventually found its way to its desired location, the cut around her neck. She screams in pain as she felt it begin to burrow itself inside of her soul. It felt as if her entire being was forced to compress to make way for something much larger than herself. Skygleam could not resist such power. She took one last look at her hoof to see the blood on it get sucked back in through the cut from which it had come.