An Everlasting Eternity

Long ago, the day he passed, was nothing more than a thing I shrugged off. His stories made no sense and his title seemed fishy. Every time I asked, he would just turn away and mutter words underneath his breath, each time sounding different. I had concluded he said "Extratory Officer," but that made no sense. When he was not talking of fried pudding and of some pigeon looking for a girlfriend. When he wasn't speaking of that, he spoke seemingly complete gibberish.

I had no love for him and he seemed to mentally entranced to care. All he left me in his parting was an old machine for Moors Code and a list of translations from the code to guff characters. He was an ass and I didn't care. This thing would frantically tap annually, but I tried to ignore it. It could only have been another old pony with the same dialect of gibberish.

It was not until the fourth year past his demise when I made a friend named Geo Physian. He was... "Not the sharpest tool in the shed..." but his ability for war kept him above most lackeys in the royal army. His planning was outmatched and his methods unethical, but he got the job done and that's what matters.

I would see him every now and again, as he barely ever got out of meetings and stuff about stuff that was probably way over his head. He couldn't even read what he needed to, making me read books out loud such as "The Ins and Outs of the Royal Code" and "ゆるゆり." I wouldn't have been able to read half of these books if he hadn't had to learn the royal language, which could only be known by those high in the system. I was the few even in Canterlot to know such a way.

One day, being a warm day in the long line before winter, the tapping had begun again. Ponies would think I would be used to it by now, but the clicks echo through the halls as if it was a stampede I hear about in farming reports. One year it is surprising, two it becomes annoying, three it bring about anger, now four. Four fucking years of click click click bouncing through the house like a ball in a child's playroom. Now was enough. I had to rid my self of such an annoyance. My sanity was already bad as it was. It needed to go.

I trotted down the hallway, losing my own steps to its song. It needed to leave and that was what it was going to do. I galloped toward it only to slip on the one paper that littered the hallway, which flew up and opened onto my face. Upon examination, my anger immediately turned to interest. The paper with the code from long ago didn't hold gibberish conducted by my grandfather, but rather the letters of such I have seen. These symbols, only shown in code, were of the royal code that I've had to know. Celestia, why the hell did I not see it?! Using this, I shall finally know why that old hag decided it was important for me.

The tapping brought me back from thought, as there was nothing as awful to the ear. Yet, each tap felt more soothing, as anything that has gained a purpose always seems that way. The clicks had to continue if I was listening or not, so why don't I hop on this wagon.