Reincarnated Immortality

                The wind softly blows over Canterlot's walls, providing a refreshing breeze to any who may be wandering about. The city was cast in an orange glow as the sun slowly crept down toward the horizon. The meteor shower would start soon. Carn's shadow passed over the main gate as he flew into the city. He scanned the ground for a suitable place to land without being seen, most ponies would not be accustomed to seeing metallic wings, much less, a unicorn bearing them. He spots a suitable alleyway behind one of the local taverns. His hooves touch the cobblestone road behind the "Lonely Dragon Inn." He glances toward the alley's entrance to ensure nopony was going to enter, before sliding his wings out from metal tubes still embedded into his sides. He begins folding the wings until a point that each were no larger than a small notebook. He secured them both in his satchel and then placed a chameleon spell upon his body to avoid looking suspicious in public. Carn started out of the alleyway and into the winding streets of Canterlot.He turned left toward the Craftsman's Square, he wanted to have his wings repaired as soon as possible. They were useable, but occasionally sent a jolt of pain through his body, causing him to lose his balance. He heard some quickly approaching hoofsteps behind him. He glanced behind him to see a rather panicked looking Skygleam run up to one of the doors on the opposite side of the street, open the door, and quickly step inside.

         "It's a pity that she must die isn't it Carn?" the voice echoed through his head. "But the darkness required one more... sacrifice... For their purposes. Ooh, and she was a pretty one." Carn continued walking but replied to the voice, in his mind.

        "I am merely in this world to maintain the balance between good and evil. If such an action was necessary, so be it."

        "Come on, lighten up, I was only teasing you."

        "I would have thought that after all these years, you would have realized that I was teasing you."

        "... Ok, point taken, but don't you think you deserve to relax... You know... For just a day? The last day you took off was about 200 years ago."

        "Yes and during that time, Good gained a rather dominant hold over evil which took me the next 100 years to undo."

        "What? It's not like you were going to do anything else in that span of time." The Craftsman's Square was in sight.

        "Why did I create you?"

        "Because you were lonely and bored."

        "Good point, now shut-up for a while, I have to talk to someone."

        "Why can't I talk to them?"

        "Because you are a voice in my head..."

        "Yeah but..."

        "Just be quiet!" The voice ceased it's chattering as Carn entered the square.

        He headed for a small shop that was rather tucked away from the main square, It's front door was hidden near an alley's entrance. The shop's sign identified it as "The Tinkerer's Workshop" below it in smaller letters read "and smithy." He pushed the door open and stepped inside. A gust of warm air rushed out into the cool autumn night, and a small bell above the door chimed.

        "I'll be with you in a minute!" an aged, male voice called out to him from a room behind the front desk. "I'm just finishing up an order!"

        "Take your time old man"

        "OLD MAN!!! There are only two people who call me that, my oldest grandson and..." A greyish brown stallion emerged from the back room. His body was well built and in a healthy condition despite his age. "Carn! Oh how ya been doin? You're lookin rather young. You didn't... ya know?"

        "It was a Chimera." He practically said it under his breath.

        "Well then, I haven't heard that one before. So what brings you into my little shop today?"

        "I'm afraid the wings have been damaged again. Look, you know I would fix them myself but I'm rather busy this week."

        "Oh yes, got all the time in the world but your too busy to fix your own wings... Alright, let's see what the damage is then." Carn pulled the two wing bundles out of his bag and placed them on the front counter.

        "It probably has something to do with the neural sensory wires, I've been getting pulses of pain whenever I shift to the left..." The colt stared blankly at him. "You've forgotten about the entire thing haven't you..."

        "Hm, me? Oh no I was just wondering when you were going to start talking Equian. Look, I'll just go through and check everything to make sure it's all working properly, I always do. Helps to make sure you don't meet an unplanned untimely demise." Carn chuckled slightly.

        "Alright, can you have it done in two days?"

        "Will do." Carn turned toward the door and rolled his eyes

        "Yeah, Thanks Will." Carn exited the shop and stepped back into the square.

        "So how'd it go?"

        "You were there."

        "Yes but I like hearing it from you." Carn sighed mentally and began walking back towards the tavern he landed beside

        "Better than it usually goes."

        "Did he ask you to pay him?"

        "No, but that just implies that he wants to get paid, more."

        "How are we going to do it? We did just die." Carn stopped in the street and looked to his right at Skygleam's door.

        "We'll find a way." He stood there a few minutes.

        "The deed is done... There isn't anything that we can do for her that wouldn't tip the scales, you know that." Carn turned away from the door and continued walking.

        "Why must the world constantly be at war?"