(Re)Birth

by BrightIdea

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Cake Twins, Princess Luna, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Mr. Cake
Length: 1134

Birth. Life. Death. Two souls search the Beyond for what comes next and find their place, together. Rebirth.

Two lives cut short by fire and death. What awaits them in the beyond? The Abyss or More?

Published 2013-11-12 03:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-12 03:00:03 UTC

(Re)birth.

(Re)birth
By King of Malta
Birth. Air. Hands. Feet. Light.
Brother. Sister.
Hunger. Pain.

Mother?

Good. Bad.
Afraid. Together. Cry.

Pictures. Pony. Friends?
Pain. Hurt. Shouting. Heat. Fire. Burn. Choking. No.

Darkness.

That had been their entire lives and all they had known. Together they had lived it and together they had gone from it. Was that all? Was there something else to it? It seemed to them that they had missed on so much, so much they could have had but, they could just not understand what it had or would have been.

Only darkness now. They fell deeper and deeper into the abyss, but the pain and heat were gone. So had the air, their voices, and their hands and feet. Had they ever actually BEEN? Had everything they had felt or known been anything or had it been nothing?

Then the abyss was gone, and it was still there. They felt a calling, a pull but, they also felt nothing at the same time. They floated toward the voices, soon joined by a host of other things, images, emotions, and much more that was and was not.

At first they were drawn to the familiar things.

Birth. It looked like a wheel that spanned and spun through all of existence. Things they had never known together washed over them as they drew close. The smell of fresh cut grass, the ocean’s breeze on their face, a hive of filled with thousands of possible siblings, a crack in the pavement and so much more. They felt as if they could have been what they had been before but different. They could have been so many other things, they could have flown in the air or breathed underneath the sea or grew from a tiny seeds in the ground. The world they had come from was open entirely to them.

Yet…that place had been of pain and sadness. No, their fall from it into darkness had been too soon and too much. They felt as well if they Returned then they would never be together again. They floated away from The Wheel and wandered to something or someone other which called to them.

A son like one of them. Peace and light waited them The Son soothed and whispered. He seemed familiar to them as if they had glimpsed Him many times before in pictures or maybe statues out of the corner of their consciousness. He had seen pain and suffering as They had and an eagerness to call them to His Kingdom and grant them sleep eternal.

Yet…while He seemed familiar to them He was still foreign and unknown to them. He felt for them but, They did not want to be overwhelmed by Him and His’ light. They drifted away and they felt His Light fade as many others danced around them, or perhaps They danced around the others.

Others or more accurately other ways were open by them. Many more then they could have hoped to count in their Life. Blinding Wisdom fought with Utter Destruction and called them to his side to battle chaos and waste. They did not know how to fight. The God Head wanted to bring them into itself and become one, but they were happy with being themselves. Other much older ways were there as well, some open and some shut to them. A plain of flowers with lounging heroes but they did not want to be lazy or forget themselves, a feast hall where many relaxed and fought in plenty but they shied away from the rough men and women, a ferryman waited for them but they had no money to pay his toll. The universe itself wanted to pull their atoms apart and spread them across the stars, but it already had their ashes so it did not need them or want them or believe they still existed.

There were so many choices and there were no choices. All nothing they had ever really known or ever would know. Still, they drifted and drifted for an eternity and more , only determined to never become separated and find something together.
After an eternity or a few seconds or in no time at all they felt something, something that was different than the others, but the same. It was new, newer than anything else they had felt but, also older than anything else they had felt. It was nothing like they had felt before but, also had much of what they had in their life. Closer and closer they drifted to it until at last the way they had gone was the way they had always been moving on. From out of nothing a blue and green marble floated toward them and from behind the marble a sun and a moon emerged that utterly bathed them in their different light! What was this? There was so much more they had never felt before…

The sun and moon turned in place and were replaced with two ponies they had seen and never seen, one whose mane shimmered as bright as the light of dawn and the other whose mane glittered like a clear night sky. The two majestic ponies smiled to one another and opened their wings to them both…only for a sudden streak of pure being to crash between them like a lightning bolt. It laughed and changed, one moment a pony the next a lion and then an eagle and a dizzying array of animals before it became a kaleidoscope of creatures. It danced and fluttered between the Sun and Moon, and opened its paw and They saw and felt a primal beat of creation. Creatures of many shapes and sizes flashed before their eyes. It felt like The Wheel again but it offered to be so much more, beasts of scale and flame or dogs that dug through stone.

It offered so much to them and yet their minds had been fixed the moment the Sun and Moon had appeared or perhaps years before. Chaos huffed and puffed, but it did nothing else other than roll its eyes and disappeared in a pop! They looked around and The Sun and Moon had disappeared. Everything had disappeared again and all of existence once more flew out from underneath or all around them. They plunged but, not into darkness. Light shimmered and glowed around them as something filled their beings to ever possible fiber and core.

(Re)Birth. Air. Hooves. Light.
Brother. Sister. Mother. Father.
Pink. Smiles.
Happiness.

Author's Note

Whew. I just had to get this one down and out.

This has been something of an topic on my mind for a while. It somewhat reflects the many possibilities and choices of life and death I suppose.

Needs some editing.