There in the middle of the street stood a figure shrouded in a hood. It did not pay attention to the people around it, it was busy looking at the black parchment in its hands. And the people passing by did not take notice of the hooded figure, nor did they think why they walked around a certain spot on the crowded street. The only reason why they did not see Him was not their own fault, however their brains refuse to believe that He is there because of what He is.* Of course Death could reach out and touch them or talk to them, then they would see Him but not clearly, afterward they would forget the encounter. No, He was busy, and sooner or later He will be needed elsewhere.
Checking His list, He crossed out the names of the people He just visited. He then placed the last empty Life timer back in to his robe. The List was complete for now, so now He will return home. With a voice that would enter the head, but would not be heard with ears, He called His horse, "BINKY COME HERE." There was a flash and a clap of thunder, A tall grey horse appeared, it thundered down the street, leaving glowing hoof prints in the ground. Of course, no one notice the horse that appeared from nowhere, because horses do not appear from nowhere and leave glowing hoof prints.
Death then mounted Binky, then patted the horse on the neck, "WE ARE GOING HOME." He then took up the reigns and gently spurred the horse forward. The horse and Its rider galloped thru the crowd and a couple walls,** before rising into the air as if riding on top a invisible hill. With a flash, they disappear into time and space, heading toward Death's Domain.
Somewhere along the way, a rock or meteor became more real than its surroundings, either by chance or for it simply willing itself to be more "real" than it should be. Binky stumbled off of this meteor, unprepared for this minor bump, Death was thrown off of Binky. As He tumbled into time and space, all He could say was,"OH DEAR" Then Death was lost to the world.
Death fell between the Inner working of the universe, with its streams of energy, pulsing light, and intricate working arrays, He only sighed, if He could sigh.*** After what seems to be hours, or years of repeating patterns and lights, Death hit water... well fell into water. What He could see, He fell into a pond. It was a clean pond, you could easily see in it, not like a normal pond, where the water was muddy, and smelled fishy. No, it was just clean, and pleasant to be in, plus He did not know what it smells like; since He did not have a nose. After walking along the bottom of the pond and onto the shore, Death found Himself in a forest.
After getting the water out of His robes, Death had a looked around the forest. It seemed peaceful with its elm and Maple trees. It disturbed Death, at first He thought this world was run by the Auditors. As the world seems to be organized, but He reminded Himself that the Auditors did not approve of Life, as it was unpredictable. To Death, the forest was disturbing; because of the fact that a path cut cleanly thru it as if the path had always been there, the trees were comfortable spaced apart to feel open, none of the Autumn leaves fallen yet, and there some or no underbrush. It felt more like a park then a forest.
Death picked up His scythe, its edge glowed an eerie blue color. He then chose a direction of which would lead to civilization. Death then pondered while walking down the path, what world He has landed in, He did not feel the heart beat of Great A'Tuin, the giant space faring turtle. So He was not longer on Discworld, so maybe He is on an ordinary boring spherical shaped planet.
Death left the forest behind and entered an open field, He stared at the small village before him, exactly for an hour, not a second more or a second less. The Colors were bright and did hurt his eyes, Compared to Ankh-Morpork, the small village was a clean as His home. In Ankh-Morpork, dirt, dust and filth covered the buildings, the streets, and the people, The river was so muddy, it was thought to flow upside down. Here the buildings were clean and bright with color, the streets spotless, and the people came in many an array of pastel colors. Well the people were ponies, but that did not bother him, What bothered Him was that it felt like it was a from a children's story. It did not have the detail of the reality of a normal life, it was innocent, free of poverty, free of crime, and the harshness of life. It was too Lively, He did not trust what He is seeing.
Death wonder if this was some joke that the Higher-ups pulled on Him. That meteor was too convenient, Death expected a Voice to greet Him and tell Him why He was here. They could be letting Him go... again. It did happen before, when the Higher-ups forced Him into retirement. There was a farm nearby, and He did ended up working on a farm last time. As for the ponies, life could take any shape, as it was unpredictable. Although it would be hard to use tool with only hooves. Death looked at His hands while He spun the scythe around.
Death wondered how life evolved to this point, He thought about how such being would go around inventing things. They must have magic, He could feel it in the air. If they know magic they could send Him back to Discworld, or at least point Him toward the right direction. The He pondered on how to approach the ponies without scaring them silly, He already has no trouble scaring people back at home, He was a walking skeleton. As Death pondered about His predicament, a cyan blur dove at His head.
*Normal people do not wish to see Death walking around them.
**Death and Binky could walk thru walls and other objects because they are more "real" that the ordinary things around them, thus ignoring what would normally be consider obstacles.
***He already seen it, since the Beginning in fact. Also He would need lungs, a mouth and other things to sigh.
Rainbow Dash awoke from her nap, to find that the day was half way over. For her, it was a very tiring day; Her had done her morning exercises, finished her weather patrol duties, and had raced Applejack in a private two-mile race.* So she took long cloud nap near Whitetail Wood, lest she be disturbed from the strange noises coming from the Everfree Forest or from the busy ponies of Ponyville. With yawn and a stretch, Rainbow stood up on her little cloud. She look over Ponyville, watching the ponies move about on their business. She gave herself a moment to plan out the rest of her day; She would practice a couple of aerial maneuvers for the next few hours, then she could stop by Sugercube Corner to pick up a snack, maybe have a talk with Pinky Pie, and if there is still some daylight left, maybe pull a prank on Twilight.
As Rainbow Dash got ready for her practice runs, she noticed something moving about in the woods. She discounted it as it was probably somepony taking a walk through the forest. Monsters only came out of the Everfree, right? As she thought to herself. She continued her stretches and warmup runs, before getting ready to so awesome maneuvers. Dash saw it, well could barely see it. It was blurry, but she could tell that it was tall, thin and dark. What bothered her the most was that the trees behind it were as clear as day. From what Dash could tell, it was watching Ponyville.
Dash continued to watch the blurry figure. The more she focused on it, the easier it was to see. At this point Rainbow Dash was watching it from the clouds. She could see that it was holding a farming tool in its hand. I seen Applejack use it one in the wheat fields, what was it called? "a soothe, no... a sci, no... A Scythe!" Now she pondered why was the creature wielding one? Did Applejack hire it to cut the fields? No... She to stubborn to ask for help, and besides she needs the bits to help the Apple family, let alone to pay a stranger. She kept looking at the strange being, she felt as it was watching Ponyville with a purpose... Like as in studying the village. Then she saw it bend its head or what she thought was it head, toward the scythe. She saw it twirl the tool in its hand. A shiver went down her spine. No way in Celestia does that Thing have any good intentions for Ponyville.
It was time for action, she was not going to stand around any longer. This pony was going to kick this thing back to what ever it came from.
Rainbow Dash then proceeded to dive bomb the the thing that she would find out later was in fact, Death itself.
'THUMP'
Dash screamed at the top of her lungs as she dove at the figure "AAAAHHHHHHHH!" Rainbow Dash felt herself slam into the creature. It felt cold, it was light, and felt boney.
She open her eyes, Dash saw that she had the creature on its back, she then got a closer look at it. That strange? its was still blurry. Its face was faintly yellow, the kind of yellow that you get when a white wall gets, when the sun is beating down on it for years. It was wearing a purple black robe, with a black belt that had a sliver buckle. She saw that the belt was wrapped around an impossibly thin waist. The kind of thin were you were dying of hunger or died from it. She looked at it again, yes, the whole creature was very thin. Looking at the belt, Dash saw there was a sword attached to it, It was eerie to look at; with its bone white handle, the old shaped skull pommel, bone shaped guard and its black and silver scabbard. Fear started to creep over Dash's body. The thing became clearer, she could see that it had a silver brooch at the base of its hood. The brooch only had one thing on it, it was a funny looking U that was turned upside down. She sworn that she that symbol before. But where?
As Rainbow Dash became lost in her own thoughts, the world in Death's head had stopped spinning.
OUCH
At first Rainbow thought she heard something, but she did not hear it from her ears. It seem to come from her head. Puzzled, Rainbow look back at Its head. To her horror, she saw it move. It was looking around. She felt as if ice spike imbedded themselves into her spine, when she felt its gaze fall upon her. As if on Que, the blurry image became clear as crystal. Rainbow Dash saw it for it really was. The hand and arms were just bones! The robes were hanging so loosely was because it did not have flesh! In the back of Rainbow Dash's head, she wonder why such a terrible looking creature would need to use a farming tool, that for some unknown reason glowed an eerie blue along its edge.** The most terrifying aspect of the creature was its head, It did not have a face, it was just a Skull! And the eyes, the eyes! It did not have eyes, instead there were many blue lights, grouped together as if looking at a small galaxy or a group of galaxies!
As fear held her in place, she watched the terrifying being slowly get up on to its feet. It was tall, at least three time taller that her. As it towered over her, it pointed its boney hand toward her and spoke in a voice that she could only hear in her head. "RAINBOW DASH, MY NAME IS DEA... ERR.. I MEAN BILL DOOR" "COULD YOU-" As soon as Death spoke her name, she believe that the being was invading her head, looking into her very soul. She was finally pushed over the edge from paralyzing fear, into full Run and Hide Mode.
With an impossible burst of speed. Rainbow Dash flew into town, presumably toward the safest spot she could think of. While screaming of the top of her lungs, "GAAAAHHHHH!"
"-TELL ME WHERE AM I?" Death muttered to Himself, as He watched Rainbow Dash retreat back into the village.
Death wonder how it could have gone better, He touched His head, feeling for the spot Rainbow Dash collided into. He could feel a slight crack on His skull, it was painful, and He knew that it will bother Him for a few days. If He had seen her coming, He could have stop her or at least let her pass thru Him.
No, she could have gotten hurt, and passing thru Him could freak her out more. So maybe if He approached first, things may occur differently. Yes, I could also ask for their name first, instead of announcing it. How did He know her name? He did not know her name before He met her, but as soon as He saw her, the name Rainbow Dash popped into His head.***
With this new plan in mind, He started to walk toward the village. A thought popped into his head, His appearance is terrifying to the ponies. So Death headed toward the large farm instead. There would be just few ponies there, so I wouldn't scare the whole village at once. "I WONDER IF I COULD GET A SIMILAR JOB, LIKE LAST TIME I WAS ON A FARM." Death mussed to Himself. As Death walked, He started humming to Himself, despite things were already going south. What was that saying? Oh yes, things could be still on the mend... or was it on the bend... wait, that still does not make sense, why would you what things to bend? Never mind... Death continued to hum the only tune He could get right.^*
*Of which they both tied, despite both side going through rigorous training ever since they challenged each other to this new race.
**As Death may be the walking, talking, anthropomorphic personification of death. His the anthropomorphic personification of death formed from the belief by humans. So to ponies, His attire and reaping tool does not make sense, as ponies have their own believe of what Death should look like. However a walking, talking skeleton with glowing blue eyes, is still terrifying sight to see.
***The current theory is that since Death can read the name off of a Life timer or the List and then know what the person looks like and where they are. He then in turn, could see the face of the person and then he would know what the name is on the their Life timer and its position on the shelf.
^*Funeral March. What tune would you think Death would hum? Just don't think How can He hum in the first place.
The sun was getting low, in an a couple of hours it would be above the horizon, the day was almost over. Yet at Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack was still applebucking in the orchard. Normally, she would be inside by now helping Granny Smith cook dinner. Instead of She was now working out among the apple trees. She did waste a lot of time in the race with RD. And she did promise to Apple Bloom to help her on her school project. Plus a number of other small problems occurred on the farm. So now Applejack was alone in the orchard, because Big Macintosh was taking a break, and Apple Bloom were with her friends. A couple of worrying thought went thru her head, as she worked in the orchard.
'Place the buckets, kick the tree, collect the apples, and dump them into the cart. Repeat...'
Cider season is only a few days away, could we make enough cider for everypony? 'Place the buckets' I'd could ask my friends again to help with make the cider. 'Kick the tree' But they could be busy with their own business. 'Collect the apples' Although we not competin' against those brothers now, so now we don't have to work twice as hard like last time. We'll just work slower and it will be easier. We'll chat and have fun, maybe even get RD to listen to one of Granny Smith's stories. Applejack chuckled at the thought of the sight. 'Dump the apples into the cart'
So that could might work out, 'Place the buckets' That takes a load off of my mind, but then there's the wheat fields, 'Missed the kick' "Ah, heyseed." Ever since Discord messed with our farm, some of them seeds are starting to act funny. 'Kick the tree' Twi said that the Elements of Harmony did undo most of Discord's spells on Equestria, but it did miss the spells that were made to activate later. 'Collect the apples' There were reports coming in from across Equestria about strange events, like waterfall flowing backwards, or like pillows, that all of a sudden, started to float up like balloons. "If done what I thought to do in the first place, when I heard Twilight. I would have gotten all of our supplies checked out for those confounded tricks*." Applejack paused to look at the wheat fields. It was full of wheat stalks... in the beginning of August, but they only grow winter wheat.
The Apple Family had sown the field a few days ago, it should have stayed the same. A field that had seeds planted in it, but noooo. The next day, the field was full of fully grown wheat stalks. And now Big Mac tells me that the wheat stalks are shrinking. So now we field of wheat that is now growing in reverse, and if we don't harvest them soon the wheat will no longer be mature. AJ was fuming so badly that she did not hear the sad tune that was being hummed nearby. She dumped the rest of the apples into the cart, and started to pull the cart back to the barn. While pulling the cart down the path, she bumped into something dark. This caused the apple cart to tip over, spilling its red cargo on the ground.
Death and Applejack had collided into to each other. Furious, Applejack spun around and bucked the thing that bumped into her. "Get out of my way!" Shocked, Applejack just realized that she hurt somepony out of anger. Immediately she apologized, "I'm terribly sorry, I was not fixin' to hurt you, it's just recently we been have a lot of troubles here in Sweet Apple Acres and it was all gettin' to my head. Are you hurt? I'm very sorry." As she looked at the crumpled but strangely blurry figure on the ground. Then the creature stood up and gave her its full attention. Applejack readied to defend herself, as soon as she realized the 'no longer blurry' creature was not a pony.
"DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT, I AM FINE. I KNOW THAT I HAVE A BROKEN RIB, AND THAT WILL HEAL. EVENTUALLY... AND SOMEHOW I BELIEVE THAT IT WAS ALSO PARTIALLY MY FAULT, I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO 'BUMP' INTO ANOTHER PONY SO EARLY."
Despite its frighting appearance and its strange deep voice, Applejack hesitated. The creature did not attack her, even though she attacked first. By all rights it had every reason to, instead it spoke to her, it even apologized for bumping in to her. AJ stared at the reaper man, as He looked at the broken rib in His hand. Applejack relaxed slightly but still felt uneasy. "Does that hurt?" Applejack pointed at the broken rib.
"NO, ITS DOES NOT HURT ANYMORE. I CAN REATTACH IT LATER," Death answered, as He pocketed the rib into his robe. Slowly, He walked over towards Applejack and her cart. Then Death bent over the fallen cart. The uneasy feeling that Applejack felt disappeared, when He pulled the cart back on to its wheels. "Well you're well mannered for... whatever you are." Applejack beamed, "Now where's my manners, My name's Applejack." She then, extended her hoof to the being in front of her.
Death paused, then He bent down and shook her hoof. He answered, "OTHERS CALL ME BILL DOOR..." His felt a sight warmth, when they shock hands. Death figures out that the pony in front of him, had a strong connection a powerful source of magic. Normally, cat, children and magic users could see Him. With a pensive stare and a slight tilt of His head He deduced, that because of this connection, she is able to interact with Him in the first place. So... the cyan one, is also connected to this power.
Applejack also felt something, when His hand touched her. It was a cold dark feeling, but it was gentle, yet strangely alien. Judging by the look of Him, there was something that He wanted to ask. "Hey, is there somethin' on your mind that you want to ask?"
This snapped Death from His deep thoughts, He replied, "ERR... YES, YES, THERE IS SOMETHING THAT I NEED TO KNOW. WHERE AM I EXACTLY?" Quickly falling back to the plan He framed originally.
"You lost?"
"NO, I AM HERE.**"
"Huh?"
"I AM ASKING, WHERE ARE WE CURRENTLY LOCATED AT?"
"Sweet Apple Acres?"
"I GUESSED THAT," Death looked the sign that was near by.
"Oh, you mean Ponyville."
"YES"
"A town that is close to the Everyfree Forest and Whitetails Woods? In the middle of the land called Equestria?"
"YES, THANK YOU VERY MUCH."
"You're not from here, I reckon."
"YES"
"So what are you exactly?" Applejack said curiously. She tried to figure out what He is, but she could only tell that He is a walking skeleton that wore dark robes.
"YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW."
"Yes I do, I answered your question, at least answer mine,"
"I AM A FARMER." Death picked up the fallen scythe. "A farmer? You don't look like a farmer." He pointed "FROM THE MOUNTAINS." Applejack gave him a stern look. "You know the the farmers on the mountains use a scythe with a straight handle. Right? And that there you're holdin' is curved, and that's for down here on the country. So stop diggin' yourself into a hole, and tell me the truth." Death sighed, "I AM THE ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIF-" Applejack interrupted, "No, don't try to use fancy talk, just give it to me plainly. "
"I AM THE GRIM REAPER," He replied, He had tilted is head back slightly. Death had no face, but the slight angle made His teeth and jaw to angle up. To Applejack, it made Him look like that He had a frown.
"Err... What do you reap?" asked the farm pony.
"SOULS"
"Souls? Like as in the dead?"
"YES, I BRING THE DEAD TO THE OTHER SIDE."
Starting to understand, "So you're the anthrosomethin' somethin' of Death?" Applejack asked. "But you don't look like the Mare of Death."
"THAT IS BECAUSE I COME FROM A WORLD CALLED DISCWORLD." Death stated. "So I take it that your real name isn't Bill Door, but why did that not sound like a lie? Applejack questioned. "IT IS A LONG STORY, I COULD TELL YOU SOME OTHER TIME."
Death stood there with His arms raise up, scythe over His head, its blade shining blue. The sky had darken, clouds swirled over head. The air stagnant, and heavy. Everything seemed to freeze. Applejack felt so cold, she could see her breath. The color in the world faded to grey.
BUT YES, I AM THE DISCWORLD DEATH, ONE OF THE MANY DEATHS THAT SERVE UNDER AZRAEL, THE DEATH OF UNIVERSES.
As quickly as it came. everything when back to normal. Death lowered His arms, He looked at the stunned Applejack and said. "TOO DRAMATIC? ALBERT SUGGESTED THAT I SHOULD "SHOW OFF' MORE,*** SORRY." He bent down toward Applejack, held her head in His hand. "THIS WORLD IS OUTSIDE OF MY JURISDICTION. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME REAPING PONIES, I DO NOT BELONG HERE."
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"AND YES, THERE IS AN EQUESTRIA DEATH, YOU SAID HER NAME YOURSELF, MARE OF DEATH. TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION."
"How did you know that I was going to ask that?" Applejack said in amazement. His response, "EVERYONE ASKS THE SAME THING."
*These tricks were the number of "small" problems that Applejack had to deal with all day. Some of the problems were; The paint they used to repaint the barn turned into disappearing ink, Big Macintosh's old plow became heavily magnetized, and some of the nails they used, would pop back out after being nailed in. Applejack believe that the spells would activate whenever it was the most inconvenient time possible.
**it is Impossible for a person to be lost, the place that they are in, is the place that they are. But Its possible for another person to lose you.
***Albert complaint to Death that it took the dead awhile to realize that they are dead. To Albert's surprise, Death asked what He should do about it.
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Twilight Sparkle was re-re-reading one of her Daring Do books, when Rainbow Dash crashed right thru her window. Quietly, Twilight closed her book, and waited for Rainbow's excuse for crashing into her home this time. This time however, there was not an immediate response. Slightly worried, Twilight asked, "Rainbow? Are you Okay? Did you hurt yourself? Do I need to get help?"
...
"R-Rainbow?" Twilight's voice started to crack. She ran up to the loft where Rainbow crashed into, and gasped at what she saw. Rainbow Dash was hiding under Spike's bed. Unsurprisingly, Spike was still asleep despite Rainbow's shivering body shaking the bed. Confused, Twilight asked "Why are you under Spike's bed?"
Rainbow Dash finally aware that somepony was talking to her, she focused onto Twilight's face. "Hiding"
Unsure if Rainbow was trying to pull a prank or is something did scare her, Twilight responded, "Hiding from what?" Rainbow's confidence slowly rising, as her subconscious was telling her that somepony thinks she is scared of something. "From the dark, tall, creepy thing that came from Whitetail Woods."
Flabbergasted, "Your sure you saw something came out of Whitetail woods, the place where ponies take hikes and collect the maple syrup. Not the Everfree Forest, where strange and unknown creatures live?" "Yes," Rainbow started to doubt what she saw earlier that day. "It might be nothing." Relieved that Rainbow could be okay, Twilight suggested "May be reading Daring Do will help you calm down." Twilight using her magic to float up the book she was reading, up to the loft. "Yeah, It could of have been my Imagination. I can't believe that I freaked out like that. Sorry Twi." Rainbow said, as she grabbed the book.
'GASP'
"What is wrong?"
"I seen this before." Rainbow pointed at the Amulet, on the cover of the book. "The thing I saw had that symbol!"
"Huh?" bewilderment grew of Twilight's face. "You saw the ancient pony letter symbol meaning 'the end' on the thing you saw?"
"Yes"
"DId you see the Mare of Death; the grey ailcorn, with the broken horn, wearing iron chains and frayed black dress, with her black cart that she uses carry the dead.?"
"NO"
"What did you see?"
"Uh, a Gigantic skeleton, with glowing blue eyes, wearing a black like robe, and carries a creepy looking scythe. Who can apparently invade your thoughts and know your name."
"Huh?" a suspicion rose thru Twilight's head. "Rainbow, did you stay up all night reading Daring Do?"
"Yes."
"Drinking the apple cider that you have been hording since Pinky gave you that barrel for your Birthday?"
"Maybe?" Rainbow starting to be unsure where Twilight is now going.
"Did you fall asleep after you raced Applejack today?"
"Yeah."
"Rainbow," Twilight said with a chuckle, "It was just a daydream, or in you case, a crazy daymare."
"What!?!" RD exclaimed, "I couldn't possibly dream that, No way... or maybe... No its too crazy... argh!"
Rainbow started to pace around the loft, Spike's bed still on her head. "Maybe it was a dream..." Rainbow stopped, ''Or I could prove that I wasn't dreaming it, and find it." With that in mind, Rainbow flew out the broken window.
Spike's bed fell off when Rainbow Dash took off. He abruptly awoke. "Rarity!" He looked around, saw the broken window. "What did I miss?" asked Spike. Twilight chuckled, "Oh, Spike."
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"YES, AND THAT THE STORY BEHIND THE NAME BILL DOOR." Death finished, He paused and looked at how far he was in the wheat field. One row left. The story only took an hour, and He only started working on the field when Applejack did not believe Him on the part, where He had worked on a farm. "Ah, I still can not believe that you were fired," Applejack then giggled, "but then, a lot of things from where your from doesn't make sense to me." "I WAS ONLY FIRED IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN THEY* THOUGH I WAS BEING TOO COMPASSIONATE TO THE LIVING." Death resumed His work on the field. "Your goin' to make me eat my own words." Applejack looked back on the wheat field. "Especially the way your doin' it." "ONE SLICE TO ONE STALK." DEATH replied. Applejack resumed picking up the fallen apples. "We don't have many bits to offer," with a chuckle, "but your quite the reaper man, I should hire you the next time harvest comes around.**"
Apple Bloom came around the corner, To Applejack's understanding. The little filly was playing hide and seek with her friends. Apple Bloom looking for a hiding spot, stopped when she saw Death. "Ooo, who are you? Oh, I get it, you're a creature that help with the harvest. With that scythe and all." She stared at the nearly finished field. "Is that your special talent? Huh, I wonder what a harvesting cutie mark look like?" A distant voice was calling something out. Apple Bloom jumped alittle, "Uh oh, I got to hide, nice meeting you, what ever you are. Bye." Apple Bloom ran off into orchard.
"How can she see you so easily?" As another question hit Applejack. "CHILDREN SEE ME BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I REPRESENT." Death answered, He then bent over to tie up the last bushel. "Done all ready? Ah shoot, I guess now I have to answer your questions then." "I WILL START SIMPLE, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY."
"Well, you briefly met my little sister Apple Bloom, she and her friends started their own club, they try to find their cutie marks."
"WHAT IS A CUTIE MARK?"
"Ah cutie mark is a representation of somepony's special talent."
"I THINK VIMES, WOULD LOVE TO KNOW EVERYONE'S CUTIE MARK, IT WOULD MAKE HIS JOB EASIER."
"Who?"
"NEVER MIND, PLEASE CONTINUE WITH YOUR FAMILY."
"There's Granny Smith, my grandmother, she hold all of the Apple Family traditions. She the head of the family."
"OFF TOPIC HERE, WHO ARE THE RULERS OF THIS LAND?"
"Well there's our beloved princesses, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, they brought over two thousands years of peace and harmony to Equestria."
"THANK YOU, YOU CAN GO BACK TO YOUR FAMILY." Death then though to Himself, there would be problems if they were true Immortals.***
"Hold on there, Are you purposely derailin' the conversation?"
"YOU GOT ME, I WAS TRYING TO ERR... AS THEY SAY, MAKE CONVERSATION." Death sorrowfully replied.
"Okay then, Ah, there's my big brother, Big Macintosh. He is the big rock that supports the family. He is very protective of the family."
"ERR... IS BIG MACINTOSH, A BIG RED STALLION WITH A LARGE YOKE AROUND HIS NECK?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" Applejack gave Death a puzzled look. She looked down and saw Big Mac was charging at Death.
Big Mac leap at the tall dark figure, with all of his might. At the last second, Death disappeared, and Big Macintosh collided into the apple cart. Smashing the cart to pieces. "The Hayseed are you doin' Big Mac?" yelled Applejack. Big Macintosh pulled himself out of the wreckage. "You were beginning to be late, and Granny was gettin' worried. So I though to go check on you, and the next thing I see is this strange thing hovering next to you with a big scythe." She glared at him. "Didn't you see that I was talkin' to Him?" Big Macintosh responded. "NNope, and I wasn't takin' any chances." He gave her a stern look. "Well look at what you done, you big lug. Now we got to replace the apple cart, where are we going to find the bits?" Big Mac felt he was losing ground, but he kept fighting. "We can get the bits to replace it, but we can't afford to have anythin' to happen to you." Applejack yelled back, "Ah no you don't try to put this on me. I solved one of our problems already." she point at the field. Big Mac was thrown for a loop. The field was completely harvested, but it wasn't like that before he took his break and that was a few hours ago.
'Clink-'
They both turned back toward the destroyed cart and saw a small pile of odd looking gold coins. "Well look at that, He paid for the cart, and helped harvest the field. And all that He was looking, was just for some questions to be answered." Applejack gave him a cold look. Big Mac felt that he was now on a sinking ship, but before he could say his final reply. Three small fillies interrupted him.
"What Happen?" asked Sweetie Bell, she looked at the wrecked cart. "Were you and Big Mac fighting?" asked Apple Bloom. Applejack replied "Yes we were, but is is not any of y'all business, why don't ya help out by cleanin' the mess that your big brother made, while I have a word with him." "But, its a big mess." Scootaloo complained. "Try to clean up mess that my sister Rarity makes." replied Sweetie bell. She shuddered at the thought of her sister pulling another all-nighter. "We could maybe get our cutie marks trying to fix the cart." Apple Bloom chimed in. A smile grew across their faces. "Well at least we won't get cover in tree sap." Scootaloo added. In unison they yelled, "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS CART FIXERS UPPERS, YAY!"
After the ringing stopped, Applejack pulled Big Mac away, and proceeded to chew him out. However, it did not go out as well as she planned. "You what!" "nnnope." Big Mag said sheepishly. "You can't remember charging into my new friend and breaking the cart?" Applejack asked with udder bewilderment. Big Mac shook his head, "I remember bein' in a fight with you, but nothin' about it." AJ thought to herself, this day just got even more stranger. "Now I have even more questions, but you drove Him off, and you can't even remember doing it." "Sorry, sis."
While Applejack was now interrogating Big Mac on what he can remember. The Trio of fillies, found something in the wreckage of the cart. Apple Bloom said, "Girls come look at this." "Ahh, cool its a sword!" exclaimed Scootaloo. "It looks like it prop for NightMare Night." said Sweetie Bell. Looking at the Skull and bone motif on the sword. "I bet ya it belongs to that strange fella that my sister was talking to." As Apple Bloom remembered the short meeting with Death. "We could hold on to it, for Him." replied Scootaloo, whom now was picking up the handle with her mouth. "I think we should tell my sister about it" asked Apple Bloom. Which then Sweetie Bell replied, "I think she has her hooves full with your big brother."
The three fillies dragged the sword back to the clubhouse, while arguing on what thing to do next, to get their cutie marks. Death however was scratching His head on the spot where it was chipped. He wondered if He had forgotten anything. The pain still bothering Him, He shrugged it off, knowing that He cannot forget anything, and that the feeling that something was forgotten was just a side effect of bumping his skull. He proceeded to walk along the overgrown forest, toward a small cottage.
*For those you did not read Reaper Man, the Auditors did it. As in, It was Them in the foyer with the candle stick.
**Just as Applejack finished the sentence, Somewhere else, a particular pink pony's ear flopped and then sneezed. The pony started to giggle almost madly, she explained that somepony just disproved another pony in a funny way.
***As Normal people can not see death for they fear Him, He can not see true immortals, for He can only see things that can die.
