Making Things Right

He opens the door regretfully. Holding back his tears, he enters his house. Wanting to sleep, he walks towards his room. A chill enters his house, which makes him freeze. Despite himself, he falls on the ground, and starts to cry. That is when he was surrounded. They do not say a word at first, not until the pony is finishes his confession of evil he had done, and they tell him the verdict.

The Four Ponies of Riotousness stand over him. One Stallion and three mares. All wearing brick red cloaks hiding their faces. "I see, you went back to change the past," The say in unison. "Have you ever thought that your presence may be why history is as we know it?" They ask finally. "You are the straw that Broke the pony's back!" They shout fiercely at him. The first time they show the stallion any emotion.

Crimson Tail looks up at them from the floor showing them his tear stained face, and red eyes. "It was just one mistake!" He pleads. He is trapped. With no way out. so he tries to make them see it his way, but that makes them more threatening and furious!

"A mistake that cost her the sanity she once had, and her sister one thousand years of loneliness" they shout once more before they vanish in to smoke. The entities had done their job. Now for their words to settle in the pony's head.

The room is once again warm. The room is silent once again. The room is empty once again. Crimson Tail's depression is settling in his mind. "It was just one mistake," he says again. "A mistake filled with ignorance and pain," Crimson says.

They leave Crimson Tail alone to reflect about what he had done, and tried to fix. He didn't mean for this to happen, it was of the purest reasons, he truly didn't want any of this to happen. He truly didn't! It just, happened. And now the guilt will forever hold him hostage. Crimson Tail had always been taught never to try to fix the mistakes of friends and family, but she needed it. She needed his help. Even though she is not a relative, nor friend, he knew her heart break and tried to fix it. With little use. He is the cause of everything. He never wanted to hear about it again. The shame, humiliation, guilt, devastation, it seems all to travel through his mind and heart all at once. Crimson feels defeated.

Her heart break was just too great! After losing the only family he ever known, Crimson felt like he knew what her pain was like, that's why he did it. Crimson Tail looks desperately into the mirror in the entry way. His red fur, his thick, course dark brown mane, and his light blue eyes stare back at him. Some how more desperately than he. He decides to look up towards where his horn sits upon his face, and curse it. He then turns away from the pony in the in the mirror, and instead decides to curse his cutie mark. It just sits there, on his flank. for all the world to see. And he hates it.

"You're the reason I'm in this mess with the entities, not my magic!" He growled. It's not like the cutie mark could respond, but it gives him some, if any, satisfaction. "It was you who cursed me, who promised me this fate! Why'd I have to get a time traveling cutie mark!? I like pottery, why not a vase as a cutie mark!?" Crimson starts to pace his living room/ entry way frivolously. With immense passion he glares at the ground.

The cutie mark in question is a melted clock signifying his talent for traveling through time. It seems along time ago when he got it, and the thing that once gave him ever lasting joy, now gives him only sadness and regret. Crimson, looking at the kitchen, quickly debates whether to redo what he has done, but instead looks out his window to see the moon still high in the sky. He looks at it sadly, and walks to his couch, and sleeps. But he is swamped with memories of what happened. It seems he is unable to sleep. He debates once again to redo his mistake, but he decides to try to fight for exhaustion once more.

"Ha," A thought had ac-cured to him, it lightens his terrible mood. "1010 years, and it still hurts to think about..."

His mind takes him to his idea to move to Ponyville to try to cast the spell there, and quickly shakes it out of his mind. "The very thought was stupid and careless. Why must I be so stupid?" he asks himself. Then he thinks of the cause of not going back. Of not causing what happened. They would never have met, she would never need saving, now that Crimson Tail thinks about it, this was a good thing that he did, he still feels guilty though.  He knows that the Four Ponies of Riotousness didn't visit him to award him, he knows that the guilt and the heaviness was their way of punishment. "I don't think they intended for me to end up glad that I was the on that did this," Crimson thinks gladly.

In truth, if he didn't do it all of history could have been completely different, and as consequence, the present too. Time is delicate that way, and Crimson Tail knows it. He get up from the couch cheerfully, goes to his fridge, and pours himself a glass of milk. He looks at the night sky and smiles at it. Watching the stars dance in the vast, dark blue, beautiful void, he smiles. "This was a good thing that has happened," Crimson thinks, still staring at the sky. He then finishes his milk and goes back to the couch and sleeps.