Bronies, Unite!

Death strolls around the cabin, slightly tapping his heels as he walks around; his arms behind his back while he hums a pleasant tune through his nonexistent lips. He stops suddenly, a foot still in mid-air swinging slightly through the air incoherently. He twists his body and pulls out a chair from the small table against the wall; upon the table lies but a vase with a single rose in it, blossoming in the summer-like air.

"Be what tune does thou be humming, old friend?" A mysterious voice calls out.

"Ah, I see we meet again, old friend."

"It has been a while, has it not?"

"Much too long. How are things?"

"They are going fine, along with all the chaos of the world around me and what-not anyway. What about you?"

"Same as always; leading people onto other lives, telling them the same story each time."

"Well, something must of happened recently which made thou call upon my presence, no?"

"You are not mistaken. Do you recall your child, Mark?"

"Ah yes, the boy who had to end in such the way he did, yes?"

"I see you know him well, as do all of your children, though. Well there seems to be something wrong with him..." Death's voice trails off as he turns his head sideways to face the fireplace. It's burning flare begging for more wood to burn through, never giving up a chance to flicker outwards.

"Well, do you care to tell me what has happened?"

"Gladly, sir." He turns is head back to face the opposing seat which appears to be empty, yet he gives it a warm look, as his head molds into one of which would appear to be a smile. "You see, he is starting to regain his memories." Death stands up and places his long arms behind his back, slowly humming the same tune he was before. "And this is very bad, for him."

"I see... And what could possibly go wrong?"

"Well, he seems to be recalling past events which will have an immediate effect upon him soon, and when the time comes he may not be ready." Death sighs heavily, before lifting his head back up to face the brick fireplace, "And he seems to be having foresight."

"So you're saying that he is seeing into the future?"

"Not extensively, but something from his past is starting to leak into his mind. A very far off past, close to one which he first lived. The problem is that his mind will not be able to take it, and he will sure enough die from the strain."

"I see... Well, what could we possibly do?"

"Well, there arises a problem. He resides in stone, but I am sure enough you know the limit of his powers, and what he can do, yes?"

"I do indeed..."

"Well, it would seem that he is trying to affect Mark in such a way which will make him chaotic, and evil." Death turns around to the empty seat which still opposes him and stares for a while, before again looking back up and unfolding his arms, "Do you recall the 'Flaming Statue', friend?"

"I recall it well, yes."

"Well it seems that Mark has been birthed into not one, but two parts of that statue; the mane and the tail. Each part holds such a power that if it were to be in contact with all of the other parts at the same time as Discord, there is no telling what could happen."

"Is there a way to stop such a thing from happening?"

"Well there is, but only you have the power to do so."

"I see... But, removing one’s mind is a terrible thing, a thing we know a lot about, yes?"

"I do remember, but it's the only thing we can do; if we remove the link between all of his past lives, it will remove the anomaly, and stop Discord's plan from ever happening."

"I do not wish to remove the mind of my child; it's not fair on his part, since he has no say in this."

"But old friend, it's the only way to stop the imminent destruction."

"You're forgetting how powerful Discord is, aren't you? He could bring back the boy's memory within seconds if he wished it so, all he has to do is gather all the other pieces and that the chaos will be back."

"We still have to try, sir."

The mysterious voice sighs, taking in a deep breath which is heard from the empty chair, but then returning back to an abundant spread across the entire room, "If it is needed, I shall perform said task, but is there not a way he can keep his current mind?"

"Well I believe you could do that, but that is up to you, we must sever the link between him and his old lives. Being one part of the ancient statue is bad enough, but having his souls engulfed by two of the parts... It must be burning him apart inside.”

"Then it is done. The next time he should awake; he should forget about his past lives, but you know the rule, he will still dream about the last one he lived. That is something I cannot change."

"I understand. It was good seeing you again old friend, shame I don't have eyes, though."

The mysterious voice gives a chuckle of laughter, before it dies down it to only a whisper and the sound of a chair moving is heard, "Well old friend, I must bid you goodbye."

"I understand that duty calls, sir. I wouldn't like to keep you from it this time, there's no knowing what you'll take from me this time, right?" Death lets out a weak laugh, before turning back into a serious tone.

"Don't worry friend, I shan't be taking anything back. As you must have noticed, I allowed your emotions to settle in."

"Wait, that was you?"

"Ah yes. I did it just before that Mark fellow stepped into your small er- 'House'."

"Well... Thank you, old pal."

"We should meet again sometime, but under lighter circumstances, no?"

"That we must." Death takes a deep breath in and extends an arm towards the door, "I'll see you again, God."

A whisper of wind fills the room and s spark of lightening erupts from the door showing a blinding light with Death only seems to smile at. The light vanishes, and a man with a long white beard appears, draped in a white gown and some sort of walking stick in his right hand. "It's been good seeing you, Death."