The Hub

"So do something about it," Grand says growing ever the more impatient with her current guest, "If she or any of the others try to stop you, take care of it."

Grand says nothing more as she continues looking through the ever-growing list of surveys and listings. Everything has to be regulated and reported to her or one of the other founders that are generally never around. So at the end of the day, everything falls on her. Whether she likes it or not...

Grand glances up and notes that Reaper had yet moved from her spot. Which explains why she can still see her breath in here.

"What?" Grand Growls putting the paper down, "You are dismissed. I have nothing more to say to you."

"There's something else isn't there."

This was no question. This is was an accusation. No, a statement. The envelope was being pushed and it would not be ignored. It would be opened and addressed the way it was meant to be.

There's always been this underlying feeling of incompleteness. Always something nagging in the back of the head of everyponies head. It needed to be addressed and it needed to be known. The only one available to answer such questions happens to be Grand. But grand doesn't want to answer such foolish questions. There are too many memories.

Grand takes a deep breath sets the papers grasped within her hooves to the side. This would take time and careful wording. She looks past Reaper and begins to speak automatically.

"No. Whatever rumors you may or may not of have heard are false and inaccurate with data. I am fully aware of the implications being thrown ate the currently moment are If there were anything else more relevant to report I would have informed your team due to being in the more active part of the field. Since no information was brought to you by a viable source, your information is wrong on many accounts. I also do not see a reason to change your thinking if you perceive this as nothing more as evading your questioning.

But what I WILL change is you. If you believe rumors and stories of whimsy are more important to your duties than orders and reports; you know where to turn in your notice of leave. Though you will be missed we do not and I repeat DO NOT need officers chasing after rumors. Have a made myself clear Reaper?"

Reaper only nods before turning silently to the door and leaving. Grand grumbles upon the disappearance of Reaper and the unnatural cold she brings with her. She lets out a mournful sigh as she turns away from the door wishing that things didn't come to this. Ponies have been asking questions since the dawn of time. A concept that didn't really exists in this plane, and it irks Twilights when their questions can not be answered conventional or otherwise.

Most thirst for knowledge. Many would see this world unraveled and brought to the barest of bones so they could absorb the knowledge within like parasites. Nothing but ticks and leeches.

Grand looks to her right to see her portrait along with five others. All the founders lined up side by side. The first surviving members that stumbled upon this realm so many hold dear. That so many call home. And that a few call a grave. There are those that never go home in fear of their fate for when they do. The census only grows more and more for each "year" that goes by.

"Why does it always come to this. No matter where we go. No matter what we do, it always seems to backfire." Grand lifts a hoof up to gently tap the floating crown above her head, "I never asked for any of this. Yet this is what I deserve."

She rises from her desk and makes her way to one specific portrait. The portrait shows off a Twilight with a blue blindfold covering her eyes and a biker helmet riddled with spikes covering her equish head. She seems to be an earth pony that wields a golf club at her side. Grand stares longingly at the portrait before tearing her eyes away and refocusing on her more menial tasks.

Clergy light watches carefully as Survivor disrobes herself. Survivor stands on her hind hooves as the last big of latex falls away from her skin revealing rows on rows of scares and impunities inflicted upon her. Clergy takes a deep breath at the sight.

"They really show no mercy do they?" Clergy asks moving closer, "They just continue to strike you down over and over again despite everything you've done for them. And for what? Why not stay here. Why not just stay away from such a toxic world?"

"I can't. There are too many memories. There are those that can be saved. I want to save them. I want to see them flourish."

Clergy grabs and spin Survivor around so they can lock eyes with one another. Clergy's eyes glow a dim light, "They can not be saved. I can see it in your eyes. You're disillusioned. You're going to kill yourself at any moment. You're reckless and cautious at the same time. There is no friendship in your world. Your magic is dead in that world. Do I have to remind you what happened between you and Applejack? Do I have to remind you of the sessions of healing I had to do for you?

"You're claiming to be a martyr, but all I'm seeing is a fool. You need to rethink your priorities. You have people here who want to see you here more often. And yet the only time any of us see you are after you get bruised and bloodied to almost the brink of death. Pielight sees it. And we all know how much you two care about one another."

Clergy sighs and allows Survivor to fall back down to all four of her hooves, "I know you want to do something more with your life. I know you wanna prove everyone wrong. But this isn't the way."

Clergy walks over to a wall filled with different spirits and brandy. She grabs one of the stronger ones as well as a nearby tome of healing spells, "Now take a swig of this and allow me to start the healing process on your daft ass."

With tear stained eyes Survivor nods and turns her back to Clergy once more.

Upon the walls hidden from sight from the public, another Twilight with a pristine white and yellow coat sit alone looking out into the desolate void. She quietly hums to herself while runes float lazily before her eyes. She twiddles her thumbs and kicks her feet as if there's not a care in the world.

"The sun will come out, Tomorrow! So you gotta hang on, till Tomorrow! Time will start up again, and bring about Tomorrow!"

Just out of eyesight red eyes from the void stare back bobbing along with the song.