People tell me to live life, and work through it. How can I when I've got nothing to live for? My neighborhood is slowly dying. The neighbors are either very grim or very old. As I walk back home for a failed job interview, clouds swirl above my head and starts raining upon my head, as if punctuating my statement. Despite the uneven sidewalk, I cuddle into my small coat and run to my house.
I'm done on this world. I can't stand my parents hating me, my girlfriend dumping me, no more Skyrim, no more job, and now, no more My Little Pony. I unlock the door to my house and walk inside. I slam the door and kick off my shoes, soon coming to rest my rage on my fathers old recliner. I remember all that I was. I was a gamer, a brony, a nerd, and a straight-A student, like Twilight. I shut my eyes and reflect on my life. All I found joy in was Skyrim after that mishap with My Little Pony. Alas, time went on and brushed off the fact I wanted to be a gamer. With the release of the last game ever, I found it harder to keep up with the graphics. Dragon shouts gave me headaches, and the blood and gore of it made it seem, well, barbaric. I found myself listening more to orchestral pieces than pop.I forget many pony names already. Who was the grey pony with the yellow mane again? Dirty? Dipsy? Delver? I was changing. I stare at the world outside my window, thinking hard and taking in the sights. My garden bloomed steadily, adorned with trusses and ever climbing vines, bleeding hearts adorned with raindrops, and a lotus or two. My apple tree grew big and mighty, providing shade to my cat, procrastinating on the grass. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. If only I wasn't let go. If only. I wonder how it is in Equestria. I bet they needed a miracle, too. My eyes grew wide. Wait, miracle? I said miracle, right? Mom had a book on miracles and angels. I get up and race to my unused study. The dust from the room circled inside my lungs as I breathe. I look around, hoping I didn't burn the darned thing. A thick leather-bound book jutted out of my bookshelf. Golden text on the cover glimmered Miracle Angles. I pick it up carefully and thank the heavens. I clutch the old thing in my arms as I rush to my living room. I kneel down by the coffee table and set the book down gingerly. I open up the old artifact and looked at the steps to making my own miracle angel.
*Miracle Angels*
°Objective one° Make a wooden cross, small enough to fit on a nightstand.
°Objective two° Cut a lock of hair off and lay it in the middle of your cross.
°Objective three° Get a picture of an angel, and put that at the bottom of the cross.
°Objective four° Say a prayer over the cross, stating your problem. (I.e, poverty.)
°Objective five° Set your cross on fire. It's enchanted now, so no worries of unwanted fires.
°Objective six° Pick up your flaming cross and say: O time spirits! Lend me an angel!
°Objective seven° An angel will appear within the ashes of your cross! When you are finished with her, two things will happen: Your angel will give you an answer, and this book will disappear.
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Seems simple enough. I run around my small house trying to find some clean wood and a nail. I get the nail and hammer, and I knock down a bit of molding for the object. I race back to the coffee table and construct a flimsy cross. Now, I need an angel. I race up to my room and rip off a picture from my wall.
The picture is of Twilight Sparkle. It's best I try talking to her, if this works. I always..."talked" with her whenever days were horrible. I ask myself: what would Twilight do?
I set the picture aside and pick up my scissors. I flip up my fairly long hair, and clip a curly brown lock from my head. I put the lock right in the middle of the cross, and then put the Twilight picture near the bottom. I say my prayer.
"Slipping away from myself, I want to leave the world." My sweaty hands tremble with the lighter as i turn it on with a soft click. I touch the delicate flame to the picture on the cross, then I pick it up. Cold heat licked my fingers and my ring, melting it clean off. The silver drops sizzle upon touching my coffee table.
"O time spirits, Lend me an angel!" What more can I lose?
The red flames turned purple and blue. Is it actually working? I'm too into my fantasies to notice the room was whirring around me. When the room is going too fast, my head starts throbbing. I clutch my head and scream in agony. I throw the cross ashes away from me, still screaming. It feels as if my head was splitting open, like someone was in my thoughts, tapping to get out. The headache suddenly stops, and so does the room. In front of me stood two ponies, shriveled and starved. Their eyes were puffy, as if all they did was cry. The purple mare looked up and dabbed her eyes with an elegant cloth.
"M-my name is T-Twilight S-Sparkle," the purple mare sobbed. So it did work. I glance at the table to see that the book was gone. The other mare put an arm caringly on Twilights shoulder. She was also crying.
"I am P-Princess Lu-Lu-L..." the mare couldn't finish. A whole new fit of tears erupted from her eyes as she collapsed upon Twilight.
"Princess... Twilight...? Wha-what happened?" I shudder at the inhuman thoughts that could've happened. One of them was 'Cupcakes' part two, this time on Ponyville. Then, out of no where, it dawned on me what really happened.
Twilight senced my questioning mood.
"You see, shortly after our adventures ended, there was no plans, s-so we were all k-kind of idle. The changelings. Saw. This. A-as a weakness, so..." The purple mare shuddered and tried to continue through the sobs. Luna remained quiet, as if she didn't want to talk about it. Twilight tried to finish.
"Y-you see," Twilight was gasping for air at this point. "Eight changelings teamed up, and, well, went against our monarch, dressed. And. As. Powerful. As. She... and, and..." The mare had no chance of finishing without encouragement.
"And... what? What happened? Tell me, I can help!" I kneel next to a sobbing Twilight and pat her back. I shed a tear, as well. Luna walks over and takes my head in her hooves.
"Those heartless drones murdered our leader. My sister. The sun goddess." Luna collapses herself. Twilight hiccups and stands again.
"I've been locked up in my library out of grief... Sweet Apple Acres shut down, all of the apple trees died... Pinkie developed diabetes and lost her spunk... Rarity's given up... Rainbow Dash snapped after the Wonderbolts retired, never to come back, and Fluttershy has gone to Cloudsdale after she lost her house to poverty. And Luna..." The blue alicorn picked up where Twilight left off.
"I've been locked up in my room, screaming and crying about C-Celestia... my Tia... our humble Equestria is at a downfall, and I believe you are the angel we've been praying for."
Luna was looking right at me, as she prods me in the chest with a shimmering hoof. Me?
