The Endgame Letters

by The Slending Angel

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Dark
Length: 1048

Equstria's only human has a few dying words and wishes before he meets Faust...

Anon, a hardcore brony finally got his wish. After getting there, living through it, and then living after it ended, he was finally happy. After eighty years, he finally realizes it is time to go. These are his last words. These are The Endgame Letters.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-17 04:21:33 UTC

The Solar Diarch

Celestia,

You are old. I know this. I know you wish nothing more than the sweet embrace of death, as does your sister, and Discord. But now is not the time. The time will come, as I have forseen, but now is not that time. You have a job to do, Celly, and you cannot skirt around that fact. I cannot give you answers of the the future, but what I can give you, is information about it. Riddles and trickery, but helpful nonetheless. In the future, your world will change forever. Gadgets, gizmos, and war galore, creatures of old and beasts of lore. Murder, gore, with death and more; this fate is one you cannot ignore. You must study the past to change the future, and look forward to see back. Celestia, enclosed within this message is a spell, written by Starswirl himself, to allow you to enter the Great Beyond. Only the most powerful imortals can perform this spell, with you, your sister, and Discord qualify most definitely. This spell CANNOT be allowed into Twilight Sparkle's hooves until she has gotten over the death of her friends. The spell can be modified to bring back the dead, but horribly misshapen. Tell me, have you heard of zombies? They will be incredibly similar, yet much more powerful and much smarter. Be warned, Celestia, every legend and piece of lore is based on fact, no matter how ridiculous. Celestia, keep your little ponies safe and strong. Be safe.

The Emerald Apple

Applejack

I know this must hurt. I know this must destroy you. Let it. Let it consume you. But, do not let it take over. Let it latch on, like a parasite, and let it feed off of your rage, and anger, and sadness. Let it fill up with those emotions. Let it consume your demons, then let your friends destroy it. Let them purge it from you. Let it be destroyed by your friends. Let them help you. Do not keep it inside. Do not ignore it. Tears are not the sign of the weak; they are the sign of the strong. Only the strong can admit to sadness. Only the weak do not show their pain. Share it with them, and let them help you. Stay safe, my friend.

The Instruction Introduction

Anon sat at his desk. His beautiful desk, made by Big Mac as a gift for helping him gather the courage to ask out the mare of his dreams, Fluttershy. He picked up his quill, a feather from Twilight Sparkle and a feather from Rainbow Dash, magically fused into one feather that never aged and never dulled. He dipped it into his inkpot, a shimmering obsidian pot with an emerald top, molded together by magical dragonfire, from Spike as a thank you for being there in his darkest hour. He was eighty years old, and knew he would not be here much longer. He could here Faust calling for him, so he had to be quick.

Dear friends that I have so sorrowfully departed,

I am sorry I will not be around to see you. Ponies live much longer than humans. You have not realized it yet, but I am dying. I have hidden the effects of aging with a complex spell performed by Discord himself. Thank you for that, so they didn't worry. I will not be around much longer, and I wish for some things to be fulfilled. Enclosed within this package are letters I have written to each one of you, with instructions, VERY specific instructions, only meant for the intended readers' eyes only, as they are filled with personal information that only they need to hear. Now, don't be sad. I'll watch down from above. When it is hot, I will try and send a breeze. Think of me. When it is cold, I shall guide you to warmth. Think of me. Now, to begin, I love each and every one of you. I beg you, do not be sad. I never wanted a funeral. I wanted an event, in honor of a friend, with music, cheerfulness, and happy memories. Do not try to bring me back. Do not miss me. I will always be there. Now, each of you got into your respective rooms, and read the Endgame Letters. These letters are my will, my wishes, and my dying words. Forgive me for not telling you, but dying... Such is the way of life. I am not scared. Not for me. I am scared for you. Do not mourn me; my life was well and full. I am glad to make such wonderful friends. Friends who would stick by me through the end of the world if need be. I know I cannot stop you from missing me, but do not be sad, nor angry, nor upset. Be happy I lived a full and healthy life. Be joyful I can see you again later. Be ecstatic in the fact that you are my friends. Please, go read your letters. I love you all, and I shall see you in the Great Beyond!

The Lunar Beauty

Luna,

There are different kinds of Darkness. One, is the Physical Type, such as Shadows. One, is the Emotional Type, like Hatred, Anger, and Fear. One is Mental Darkness, such as Insanity, Madness, or Lust. Another is the Powers of Darkness, which include creatures such as Discord as he used to be, Sombra, and Tirek. And the Last, is the Nightmare. The all-consuming demon who lusts for power, and kills without hesitation. Little-to-no thing can stop it. But, the ones that come back, and have saved themselves, are the best ones of all. The perfect person is not the one who has no flaws. Having no flaws is a flaw in of itself. No, the perfect person has more flaws than there are stars in the sky. But this person will love you until the end of time itself, and nothing is more powerful than the bond forged with this person. My Beautiful Lun, find that person. That person is out there somewhere. Find that person, and I will be happy. I love you. Now, Go! See what you can find when you don't go looking!