Paradise.

The unicorn stallion stared at the word, quill hovering above the page. He seemed unsure if he had written enough or if he had ended it on the right note. A few seconds ticked by before the stallion put the quill down next to the book he had been writing in. Finally satisfied in both his writing and the dryness of the ink he looked up.

He was back in the library. He had spent so long writing that he had been kind of lost in his own imagination, but his surroundings were suddenly looking familiar again. The library that looked both inside and out like a large tree. Books lined the walls on shelves that seemed 3 or 4 meters high. Typically the books were labeled with titles of varying topics, but these had names instead. Across the room at another desk was a unicorn mare who was reading a book.

The stallion spoke up.

"Minister Sparkle? I'm finished."

The unicorn looked up at the stallion and rolled her eyes.

"I've already told you, I'm not a Ministry Mare anymore. Just Twilight is fine." she said, levitating the book from infront of the stallion. She examined it as she flipped through. "Is this everything you want to write?"

"Yes, Minis-er I mean Twilight." the stallion replied with a nervous smile.

Twilight levitated the book back to the stallion.

"Could you please alphabetically place it on the shelf labeled 'Wartime'?" asked Twilight placing a check on a scroll she had nearby.

"Sure, Twilight." said the stallion as he went to complete said task. "Umm...if I might ask, why did you need me to write out how I died?"

"Well," started Twilight, "It was an idea by both Luna and I that we should have a record of the dead so that recently deceased ponies, and zebras, could find out if their loved ones had died. I thought it would be interesting to take it a step further and have those that had died write how they died because it makes for an interesting and unique story."

The stallion push his book into place. He double-checked that it was the correct spot and that he had spelled his name correctly. It would be terrible if he were to spell his own name wrong...again. Satisfied with his book placing skills, he turned and walked back to Twilight.

"Isn't that just a tad insensitive?" The stallion asked, "I mean, no doubt that some ponies have cool ways that they die, but death is a pretty traumatic experience. On top of that there's the grief of, like, losing the world and ponies they knew and loved. I wouldn't think it would be the best idea to ask them to relive all of that."

Twilight nodded politely before replying.

"That's a very good point and I assure you that it's all voluntary. I understand that not everypony wants to relive something like death. We just try to get a record of everypony here and if they would like to donate to our archive, we're happy to accept. I mean-"

Twilight was cut off from her statement by an explosion of confetti. When the smoke cleared there was an increase in the amount of Pinkie Pie in the room.

"Hi Twilight!" shouted Pinkie.

"Oh, hi Pinkie." replied a slightly dazed Twilight, "Is it 3 already? I lost track of time."

"I could tell! That's why I snuck up behind you and use my PARTY CANNON!"

With that Pinkie Pie presented a blue cannon that immediately filled the room with more confetti than a library goer would be comfortable with. When it cleared, Pinkie was infront of the stallion who flinched slightly.

"I remember you!" Pinkie shouted, "I picked you out of the crowd right before my big Welcome-to-the-Afterlife Party! Your name was-"

With that Pinkie Pie shoved her own hoof over her mouth to silence herself. She removed it and continued.

"Oops. I almost forgot that I'm not supposed to say your name so you aren't canon to the original story line. Sorry about that."

"Huh...?" was all the stallion could say because anything else and he would start questioning what a certain somepony had said. Pinkie moved on and stopped breaking the immersion.

"So, Twilight, I'm TOTALLY up for our tea party but I first I gotta finish a game of hide-and-go-seek my little friend started."

Pinkie stepped aside to reveal a little pink filly with yellow hair.

"Hi, I'm Puppysmiles!" said the little filly excitedly, "Have you seen my mom?"

Twilight smiled as her heart melted.

"No but I'm sure we can find her, Puppy."

Pinkie bounced an exit with Puppysmiles not far behind. Twilight put a bookmark in the book she was reading and turned to leave when she remembered the stallion she was talking to. She faced him and smiled.

"I'm sorry about that. I have appointment for tea with Pinkie Pie. You can join us if you like."

"Maybe some other time," said the stallion mirroring Twilight's smile, "I have an appointment of my own. I'm meeting my sister and her foals...and their foals....and their foals... "

With that, the stallion and Twilight Sparkle parted ways and went on with their separate afterlives. Their future encounters would be brief and no more than just a greetings. They would go on living carefree lives without the ever present stress of wartime. Life would return to that of Twilight's youth, living in the thousandth year of peace. To her it would just be normal, but to the stallion it would be paradise.

Thus ends this hoofnote of a rather bloody chapter of Equine history. Ignored by many but important nonetheless. It's important to remember that even with death counts in the millions, every pony has a unique story that's untold. But that's the price of war. And war, war never changes.

Author's Note

Brief Epilogue is Brief. It was mainly to show that the whole story is being in the future, thus why it isn't all in a first-person point-of-view. I hope the ending was a good stopping point. I originally was going to make the narrator go to the tea party, but I figured I should work in his sister somehow. It also shows the great passage of time between the chapters. Anywhooves, I'm going to go write something /hopefully/ better. Thanks for reading!