Ray of Hope

I am death, but I am just doing my job. Do not blame me.

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I have the eye that can watch anypony's activity, really. The fact that I have been given this job is just simply, well, let's put it that I am just doing my job. I take away ponies, whilst my good friend Life makes new ones. We do it every second,of every minute, of every hour, day, week, year, century, millenia, era's, finally. Though it may sound like not an easy job, it is actually very simple. You see, at first, we were built like machines, producing life and death constantly. But then, the princesses realised that life was overpopulating some areas, and that death was destroying whole villages, and even towns. Thus, Celestia and Luna gave us expression and speech, and so, we could've now communicate, and express feelings. This is where I could also transform into a pony and talk to others. It was just simply amazing. Peace pervaded for a millenia. But, then, something terrible happened. Something that no one expected. A nuclear and information war between the Zebra Nation and Equestria. I was astonished. I had to take away so much lives in a week. It was close to 5 million. I cried. For the first time ever, I was actually sad. It was probably the worst day of my life.

For the next 500 years, I had to take in more lives as to the radiation poisoning. Then, I have seen Life send a newborn foal, whose name he decided would be Centa. At first, I always saw him do his job: Make the mare pregnant, name the foal in 9 months, and that's it, done. "I think there will be something special about this foal", Life said to me once, as she looked at Centa's mother, Blue Ivy, "I think this foal will change the course of history."
"How do you know that, you can't be sure, right ?", I asked with doubt in my eyes.
"Well, I do not really predict future, you know, but I think this future mare will be as brave as a thistle surviving the winter without sleeping", Life whispered.
"Well, if you think so, then... it is your thoughts... I cannot read you mind.", I said.
"Death", he said, "Let's not argue on this matter. It is just a silly thought, heh", Life chuckled. But of what he said, was actually meaningful, and, I also has a feeling, but a distorted one, that this foal will grow into something big in the Trottingham underground. It may defeat enemies, and may lose a couple bets, fights, battles. It may just be a normal mare in the underground, but it would probably be very special inside. I hoped for her, and I hoped that I was right. I was even a bit happy.