The Violinist
The Violinist, a lonely and invisible entity that sends the souls of the deceased to the afterlife with his music, after tens of thousands of years, has finally found a pony who can see and appreciate his music for more than the judgement it brings.
The Violinist, an ancient entity that has spent thousands of years ferrying the souls of ponies to the afterlife, has seen many things over the centuries and met many noteworthy ponies, but one thing remains constant with all of them. None of them can see him, and none of them can hear him; only his violin seems to cross the boundary. Having resigned himself to an eternity of solitude centuries ago, what will he do when a pony appears who can not only see him and hear him, but is also capable of listening to his music without going to the afterlife?
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So this idea hit me late last night while listening to Nox Arcana {like one-thirty this morning} and wouldn't leave me alone until I jotted the idea down. So, I jotted the idea down, woke up, and here we are!
Be warned, I have absolutely no idea where this fic is going. I have a number of other things in the works with a higher priority than this fic, so updates will be random and sporadic at best. Uh, hope you enjoy it, please rate, comment, and criticize.
Oh, and thanks to Izanagi for editing the prologue. He'll likely edit all of the other chapters as well because
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