The Prince of darkness.

Dream a better dream. One with out revelations, cause they suck

The ground shook to life, vibrating my head against a cold flat surface. Opening my eyes slowly to the rude wake-up call, I surveyed my surroundings. Orange chairs bolted to the moving ground in a haphazard arrangement. Various people sat in these, going about their day to whatever location we were being brought to. The cold surface I was sleeping on was a window. Outside the moving vehicle, was snowing. The white flakes fell with no direction in mind, moving through the stone and glass towers before landing softly on ground from their adventure, resting in the carbon enriched ground.

I was on a common city bus. The bus stopped on a corner hissing from the air breaks not wanting to stop without a struggle. The doors opened and another traveler came aboard the moving box. It was a girl in a simple soft grey trench coat, she wore white frilly gloves, stylish black winter boots with white fur lining the rim, blue jeans tucked in. Her jet black hair was cut short with her bangs cut to one side. Soft tone skin, pillowy lips and well tone thighs. The goddess grade girl sat beside me.

I continued to watch the land pass by trying not to notice the super model sitting beside me, but to no avail. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder singling me the girl wanted to talk. I looked over my shoulder to see what she wants.

"Yes? May I help you?" I asked.

"Do you know where I can find The Ruby café?" asked the girl. 'The Ruby cafe? Never heard of it.'

"Sorry. I have never heard that café before. Call me hipster, but I have been to them all." I replied. The light in her eyes darkened to solace. She must have bin searching all around town all morning for this non-existing place. I finished the blow to her hope at whatever was there. 'Great. Good job Eli, you made a girl sad.'

"Oh... " she whispered looking at her feet. 'Welp, I should cheer her up.'

"You alright?" I ask.

"Ya, I fine." She sighed.

"No, you're not." I say. "What's wrong? Was someone waiting for you there?" I asked.

"Why would you care!" She snapped glaring at me. The other passengers didn't care for the sudden shout, leaving us be. She was being protective of something. Something that promised her that it would be waiting at this ruby café. Was it a friend? Long lost relative? Money? Whatever it was, it is important to her.

"Was it important?" I asked.

"Yes, very much so." She sassed crossing her arms.

"Did someone lie to you?"

"My friends would never lie to me." she says. "They always tell the truth. That's what friends do." 'Figures. Her friends ditched her.'

"You were ditched, weren't you?" I say. "It's alright, I know how that feels."

"You know nothing about me or my friends. They would never, ditch me..." She said.

"Ya, I know nothing about you or how your friends act, but not to be cold, they ditched you."

"Why?" She asked. "Why would they lie to me?"

The bus turned down a rural street. This area of the city was where all the money is. Fancy over sized houses, nice expensive cars and worst if all — The start of this route comes from the hood, the poorest part of the city. The girl went silent thinking the in's and outs of her friends as to why they would lie, while I try not to loath the rich assholes I have to pass everyday. I looked back over to her. Tears solemnly dropped onto her lap. The girl was trying her best not to cry, but the more she held back, the harder it became.

I sighed. I hate seeing people cry, as I would feel sad too. The empathy and sympathy I have in abundance, helps me with helping people get past their grief and depressions. I have been told by many that I should become a therapist for how well-tuned I am to others. Though, I can truly relate to what she is going through. I was lied too of something important many times in my life. Having my hopes brought up, only to be shredded inside a cheese grater. Then again, that was most of my life. 'I should help her. I'll take my time and do my best to make her smile again. It is the least I can do.'

I placed my arm around her shoulder, leaning her in so she could cry her worries away, leaving them on my shoulders for me to bear. She didn't fight it, she got comfortable and silently let it out making my sweater, wetter. I was always the person that you could just hold for warmth, or the let out all your sorrows and worries and not be judged for your actions. I came to be like this, as no one ever did this for me during my time of need.

I past my stop. Not wanting to be a jerk to the girl, I stayed with her till I could see her smile. It would take awhile, but it wouldn't be hard. I still had most of the day to use, which I'll spend it with her. 'I'll be her replacement friend for the day.' She finally stopped bawling, swiping away the remnants from her cheeks, and cleared her throat.

"Better?" I asked softly.

"A little bit." She nodded in response.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Go home and sulk some more." She sniffled. "Why?"

"Wanna go get some coffee?"

"And drug me up so you can use me. No thank you." She growled pushing me away. 'Good job for sounding like a predator Eli.'

"I didn't mean it like that." I say. "I was trying to be nice." I smiled. She crossed her arms and legs and stared me up and down.

"I know your type, being super nice so you can get cozy with whoever you want. It won't work with me." 'Damn she's bi-polar.'

"I'm not like that you know. What if I was actually a nice guy trying to be a gentleman?"

"They're is no such thing as a gentleman."

"How would you know? Do I look like I have the money to buy everything? or have the status to bring you anywhere?" I said.

"Well no, but.."

"But?"

"I don't even know you?! How can I even trust you!" she exclaimed.

"That's the point of a date, is it not?" I deadpanned.

"Da, da, da, date?" She stuttered.

She blushed heavily, shying away unsure of what to say, or how to act. 'Does she like jumping from mood to mood?' I asked myself. The bus turned onto the inner city highway heading for its final location, 'The shopping district.' The girl regained her composure after she saw the city mall come into view.

"Well?" I asked.

"Fine." she says. "I'm Dex by the way, what's your name?"

"Dex, huh? That's a neat name." I say. "I'm Winter. So what do you want to do first?"

"Coffee would be nice." She replied.

The day went by rather quickly. Dex and I had our coffee at a near by Tim Hortons, went around the mall and generally talked about each other. I stayed away from my back-story as much as possible, only telling my school life, and life out side my home. My life was pretty horrible at home anyway.

We went and watched an afternoon movie, 'I paid.' Went for lunch, 'I paid again.' Got on the bus and went to the city hall outdoor skating rink. 'I paid some more.' Here I learned how much she can't skate. Dex had to hold onto me with a death grip on the ice, causing me to lose balance and fall on my ass. 'A lot.' She just laughed every time I fell. After fun on the ice, I took her for dinner, which finally made me broke of all my cash. Not that it mattered, I can always by new shoes next year.

The day had to end eventually. Walking through a park to a near by bus stop, snow falling ever so gently, the twilight ever glow breaking through the sunset hidden behind the clouds. The street lights come to life making the snow curtain into a wispy shirt that touched the ground. We both sat on the bench in silence waiting for the bus. Dex leaned against me tired from the events that passed, enjoying the warmth coming from my body. I see the bus turned onto this street coming slowly towards us. Dex and I got up from the bench and waited on the sidewalk.

"Well, I guess it's time to part ways." I say. "It was nice spending time with you." I smiled.

"Same here." Dex replied sheepishly.

She wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. I did the same. Dex rested her head on my shoulder not wanting to part. I hear the bus stop beside the doors hissed open, calling her in. She pulled away and locked her tender with my more rough ones.. We held for a few seconds before saying our goodbyes. Dex got on the bus waving a farewell. I did the same. The bus left with with Dex inside, leaving me under the street light by the park, lost in the snow.

I tucked my hands inside my pockets keeping them warm about to walk home, but something wasn't right. I pulled out an envelop closed shut with a red wax stamp of a griffin. 'Strange. I don't remember this being in this memory.' I broke away from this re-lived memory back into my dream state with the letter in hand.

I was back in the grasslands from the first day free from Canterlot, as a baby griffin again. Here I spend most of my time while I wait to wake up from the coma I was in. I placed the letter down for a moment, while I got comfortable. The simple white envelop closed off by a red wax stamp with a griffin pressed in laid before me. I broke the wax binding and pulled out a piece of paper. The sheet was addressed to me, so out of curiosity, I unfolded the paper and read the letter.

Dear Winter.

I bet this letter would be strange. Just ending up in an obscure memory that didn't have it before. Don't worry it's not dangerous, please keep reading. Alright, where to begin. Let's start with my name. I am Deus ex machina. The goddess that brought you here. I know you and I did something's and you aren't sure why. Like; why do I like you, why do you know so much Latin for no reason, why your brother was here, and whats up with me. Let's start with your brother.

I thought that bringing him here would help him with, understanding the concept of friendship and stuff. Though this was not the case. He ended up worse than before. No matter he's dead.

As to why you know so much about Latin. Well, in the chess game that is yet to happen, every piece is given a tool. Most of them end-up learning that they can use Latin words to do things, but most of them don't know more than fifty words. So I thought, 'Ill have my piece have it all to complete the language.' Thus it comes to you as second nature.

The Deus ex Machina name is passed on. Not one person held this title for too long. I only had one hundred thousand years of being a god. Before then I was just a regular girl, going about my day. I had dreams, but as the saying goes. 'Those who don't seek power, are best with it.' I wasn't the only choice for my predecessor. They're was another that could have the job, but he had another purpose. It was you, but the role you play is far more important for you to keep time in check. You have already begun your task, the eye is the start of it. I wish I could tell you the rest, but they're rules I must follow. Do not worry about it. it will come very soon and be done with.

As to why I like you. It was because of that one day in winter. It was my last day before I took my spot on the throne, and I wanted to spend that time with those I would miss most. That wasn't the case. My friends ditched me to go out partying with the seniors of my high school. Then you just came in and went out of your way to cheer me up, spending all your money on me, giving me a day I'll never forget.

I know more questions will envelop your mind after reading this and you would want to see me for answers. But I'm afraid that's no longer possible. All my memories of being a god have been erased, all my powers passed on, and my life was put into restart. I will be re-born and have the normal life I had to give up in the first place. I will be a clean slate, but there is one thing ill hold onto. That is the memory of that one winter day, you and I shared.

That's all I can tell you. Maybe, one day you and I will meet again. Good bye Winter, I hope you'll live a long happy life.

Love Dexter.
P.s. Yes my parents named me Dexter, they thought I was going to be a boy and were to lazy to come up with a new name.

I sat on my haunches staring at the letter as it evaporated into dust. 'I was almost a god? My stalker god was a regular human at one point named Dexter, and liked me?! I have a destiny that will happen soon, and there is a new Deus ex machina running around.' And all of this started out because I wanted pop. I shook my head and laughed hysterically. I walked over to the stream for a cold fresh mountain drink.

I took a drink and took a look at my reflection to see something new. Where my red eye was supposed to be, was silver. I knew what that ment. I had unlocked another eye of chaos. I could take a guess of how I got it. Since I was in a coma, it would be 'Acedia' or sloth. 'Just one day. One day without all the crazy. Why did it have to invade my dreams.' My eye twitched. I wasn't mad at the letter, or at Dexter. I was mad at the eye, and not being chosen to be a god. Alas, as the saying go's.

Gods suck. My life sucks. Therefore. Everything sucks.