It had been a few days since Fallen Leaves and his sisters had left their house, and they had become restless. The weather outside had seemed to be getting worse and worse as the days dragged on, with him and his sisters bored out of their minds. Finally, the weather had calmed down. Fallen Leaves decided he needed to take advantage of the welcome change before it had the chance to pick up again.

He also needed to get away from his sisters, their bottled up energy was driving him crazy! That morning, he decided that he was going to sneak out and enjoy a nice, quiet walk before his sisters could wake up and ask him to play with them. He smiled at the thought. Even with their boundless energy, he couldn’t wait to play with his sisters. First, though, he needed his walk.

The outside air was bracingly chilly. It seemed that the longer the weather had stayed, the colder and colder it had gotten. Fallen Leaves didn't really care about the cold; he thought winter was incredibly beautiful. The glistening snow on the trees was always nice.

As he trotted down the empty streets, Fallen Leaves felt memories resurfacing in his mind. He remembered his sixth birthday, when his dad had taken him to the local deli to try their amazing sandwiches, and many other days of joy spent with his family.

Fallen Leaves let these memories flood through the gates of his mind, and he sighed and felt his ears fall flat against his head. Even though he was happy again, he still missed his father. Though he was never able to show it to other ponies, it truly pained him.

The fact that he would never be able to see him again made the loss worse. To some, immortality could be an amazing blessing, but to him it was a terrible curse. Since he could never die, he would never see his loved ones again. He couldn’t find happiness in love if his loved ones would wither away while he stayed the same.

"Why must I be immortal? Why can't I be like everypony else?" Fallen Leaves yelled to the sky, as if expecting it to answer.

The fur on his muzzle matted slightly as tears rolled down his cheeks, and his head swirled with disjoined thoughts. Why wasn’t he allowed a choice for his life? Why could he not be like everypony else?

With a resigned sigh, Fallen Leaves turned and began his walk towards home. Suddenly, he felt the light touch of a hoof on his shoulder. He turned around to see an old mare smiling warmly at him with a muzzle full of sparse, yellowed teeth.

"Who might you be?" Fallen Leaves asked the stranger, after quickly wiping his tears so that she couldn't see his sadness.

"I am Future Sight,” The old mare rasped in a creaking voice, “I read ponies' futures. Would you like to have your future read?"

"My future? That seems incredibly interesting". Fallen Leaves thought.

"Why not? Please, take me to your place." Fallen Leaves said enthusiastically.

"Follow me, my dear." She signaled with her hoof to follow as she hobbled slowly down the road.

Future Sight eventually led him to her house, which was farther away than he had expected. Fallen Leaves was so surprised to see the state of disrepair that her house was in, that he couldn’t stifle a gasp. He couldn’t imagine any pony living in these conditions. Her house looked like it was ready to fall over!

"Well, what are you just standing about for?" Future Sight snapped irritably. "Come on! I have no plans to just stand here all day, and I'm sure you don't either."

Fallen Leaves followed her reluctantly inside, and was surprised to find that the house looked drastically different inside than it had appeared. While he stood in amazement, Future Sight’s horn lit up, conjuring a table in front of her.

"Now where is that darn ball at?" Future Sight mumbled, before bending to peek under the table.

"Ah! There it is." She said, with a touch of satisfaction. She then proceeded to drop the ball on the table, not reacting at the heavy impact it made.

"Now, come here so I can read your fortune." She waved him forwards with a contemplative expression on her face. Fallen Leaves walked around the table until he was facing the old mare.

With a nearly toothless smile, Future Sight cast a spell on the crystal ball. Mist welled up inside the ball, and swirled in strange patterns as if it was dancing. Slowly, pictures formed from the mist, but Fallen Leaves couldn’t see them clearly.

"Well, I don't believe it." Future Sight said in astonishment "You’re an immortal." Her smile slowly faded, and was replaced with her previous look of contemplation. "I'm sorry, my dear"

"Please don't remind me." Fallen Leaves said, his voice a tired, low growl.

"I do see some other interesting things." She said, her toothy smile returning. "I see you joining the council, and helping them resolve something that they have been arguing about for a long time." Fallen Leaves’ eyes widened at this news, but Future Sight squinted harder and got closer to the ball as if she was trying to make something else out.

"I see you, and two female alicorns hugging you. They appear to be congratulating you for something." She continued, before looking up with a questioning expression. "Do you know these two?"

"They must be Celestia and Luna." Fallen Leaves said, and a small smile crossed his muzzle. "They're my sisters"

"Oh, my." Future Sight gasped slightly, her voice sad. " I would keep an eye on the blue one, I sense that she may have some jealousy bubbling up in her."

"I will make sure to look after her. Do you see anything else?" He asked, eager to see if she had ascertained anything else from his future.

"I'm afraid not, my dear" A small frown came across her face. "Since you are immortal, you have a very long life ahead of you. I don’t exactly know when or where any of these things are going to happen during a life as long as yours.”

"Well, thank you very much for showing me my future, ma’am. I'm afraid I need to be heading home now." Fallen Leaves dipped his head in thanks and trotted outside.

Thoughts whirled in his head, but he pushed them aside as he got closer to his house. When he was almost at his home, he smelled something strange. Horror swept across his face as he realized what it was; it was the acrid tang of smoke. He galloped as fast as he could, hoping that the smoke he was smelling was not coming from his home. As he skidded around the corner where his house was at, he could only gasp in horror. His house was completely engulfed in bright orange flames.

Author's Note

Notice: If you read the other chapters before this one was released I ask kindly that you go back and read the other 4 chapters again because they have now been proofread and edited

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