Book: The Magical Arts of Wishes (Is going to be Revised)

-In Equestria-

Day 135 of Journal 4

Remembering of times before now...

Looking back it's hard to comprehend just how far my life has come. I can explain but writing it would be too hard. So I'll skip that... It isn't that important...

-In the Human World 5 years before-

I learned that I have cancer... It is sad that I learn of this now. I'm only 16 yet cancer is sucking my life away... Pulling me to my grave. So soon... There's nothing I can do about it... I could fight it... But it would only be a delay of the inevitable... We all die at one point... Why not die now? My parents don't care about the fact I have cancer... All they care about is the hospital bills... And finding a way of paying them... Me dying would be better... The insurance they have on me will pay for everything and more... I'm going to sleep now... I have one of my parents coming to talk with me tomorrow.

-The Next Day-

Silence... Pure silence... Then a small beeping... Rhythmic beeping... Next the door opening then closing... Clicking of something against the floor getting closer. I guess it is high heels... But I could be wrong. Hearing, tasting, touch, and smell are enhanced but it is still hard to tell between male dress shoes and high heels.

"Son, I hope your happy with yourself..." It was my father's voice but I know that my father is to busy to come personally... Skype... The answer to everything communication. "I am disappointed in you... Extremely smart... Athletic... And a bright future that would have made the company millions... All gone because of you... And your illness."

I smiled. "I'm sorry... But it wasn't my fault... If you want to blame someone... Blame God... Or yourself... Your side of the family is the one prone to cancer... So I guess I take after you more than you think, huh? Remember when you told me I could be of any religion I wanted? I choose to be of my own belief in reincarnation of mind and soul... Not some Catholic denomination or a Muslim. God maybe there pulling some strings but unless seen he will be nothing in my mind. So you can pray I die or get better, that is up to you. Plus, all you ever care about is the company, never anything or anyone else. Just leave dad, it will make it easier on us both."

"So be it. Kate, end the call and take the rest of the day off to do what you want." His voice was gruff as he said this. It confused me but I ignored the feeling the best i could.

I heard a few clicks and then a sigh. "You should be more considerate about your father's feelings." A feminine voice said. The clicking of her high-heels on the floor started then stopped next to me. I heard movement so I can assume she sat down in the chair the doctor uses when he asks me questions or for a conversation during his lunch break. "He really does care for you."

"Kate how much do you know my father?" I asked her turning my head in her direction.

"In truth, not much, but I do know this much. All fathers love their sons no matter who they are and what they do." Her voice is solid and seems truthful but it is hard to tell without looking at her face.

"Kate my father was going to force me to work for the company wether I liked it or not. Honestly, the pay I was going to get was decent and I would have loved to work with him. The fact is I wouldn't be able to make my own choices on my career path if I had wanted to. He was never home when I was growing up. Never sent me gifts on my birthday or Christmas. Didn't show for any of my sporting events or band concerts. I even sent him the schedules in emails when I got them. I looked at every person that come in at every event. Never showed. The first time I saw him was when I was 13. He brought us on vacation with him to the Bahamas. I talked with him once. He asked about what my grades where and what I wanted to do when I got out of school. That's all, nothing else. No how are you or have you been good. I have never even been touched by him. No hugs or signs of affection. I bet he won't even go to my funeral! Now that you know all that, do you really think he is a good father?!"

Silence was the only answer I received. Movement was heard, then the clicking... That rhythmic and now agitating clicking. With every click it seemed to slow just to piss me off. The sound of the door opening dislodged me from my growing agitation. "Have a nice day Jayden. Sleep well." the clicking stated once again getting a ways away then muffled to nothing as the door to the room closed.

"Bout time I got some sleep... I can't tell what time it is any more... But I think it's late or it just feels that way." I turn my head to face the ceiling but I still see nothing... Just... Darkness... The darkness that could drag anyone no matter who into despair and anguish... I found it comforting as I drifted into a boring sleep. I wished magic existed. For it would never fix what has happened to me... All the magic or power in the world can't fix it. So I wished it was there so I could make it obsolete and useless. Make it as powerless as a fly caught in a spider's web.

Six days pass in a sudden speed up of time filled with Doctor visits, medicine, and the occasional pain in my head. Untill it stopped, and I no longer could move... My limbs felt heavy my breathing was slower than normal... Then... It all froze. Nothing moved, as my heart slowed. the soft beeping got slower and slower until it was just a straight beep that i could hear for a few seconds then the nothingness continued.

-TTTHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOMMMMmmmmmmmm-

It starts with a beat... then another, and another until it starts going at a normal pace. Next, sounds of shuffling. Then, the smell of rust and a bit of sulfur. Finally, sharp pain in the eyes. Opening them the stars stare back in the blackness of the night.

"Beautiful... Such a beautiful night sky." I said in a raspy strained voice. I need water and soon.

"You think... My night is... Beautiful?" I heard a strong and commanding feminine voice ask. I turn my head towards the voice and look at form whom it came. A large pure black pony with turquoise dragon eyes, large wings and what seemed to be a long horn. Her hair was a particular shade of blue but it seemed to flow with no wind to make it move. Whom ever it was she got closer and looked down at me with a smile. "Just what about the night to you deem as the best part? I am curious about your opinion." She moves her eyes from me to the sky full of the twinkling stars and large omniscient moon with a lustrous silver face.

I turn my attention to the sky and gaze of a few moments and turn my attention back to the dark pony to see her still looking up at the stars. "I'd say it isn't the sky that is beautiful... It's the imagination and feelings of the person who made it." The large pony looked down on me with interest and curiosity burning in her draconic eyes.

"What is your name young stallion?" She asked.

"Well... My name is Jayden. Jay for short. May I ask of your name?" I asked and rolled over to my stomach and tried how I normally got up, but I fell flat on my stomach.

"my name is Nightmare Moon... It is... Nice to meet you."