Author's Note

Hello there and welcome back to yet another chapter of my fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before which I've given you since inception; suffice to say, the past chapters from before were by far a strong note for you all only to serve as a taste of what's to come later on.

As usual, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro yet Phoebe's from MyndMon; however, this concept of my fanfic still belongs to me so I will say this one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can stomach this chapter now more than the others before it and still have the strength to continue onward in staying tuned though the passing times; henceforth, I will leave you with but one saying only: thank you very much.

Plasma

In some form and fashion whatsoever, it was as if the hope sprung eternally from underground, seeming to be overwhelmed with enthusiastic inspiration. The heavens were riddled with golden experience, free of clouds and moisture yet brimmed with air on the g string, before the gavottes, bourrées, and gigas. Below them were the trees and leaves shooting up from the brilliant green as a rainbow of fruits already blooming alongside the fine flowers in the valley. The gentle breezes were carrying off so much pleasant aromas one could assume some exquisite establishment within proximity, the radii notwithstanding. The dirt road was found to be guiding its way to a town filled to them brim with buildings made of straw and hay, as well as sticks and stones themselves. In the middle of the land and the sky, birds and bees flew about: some soared higher than others; a few were fast as lightning, and one marrying a lone fly.

In the wake of the order and peace, there was a modest crowd of people dressed to the height of fashion: the men in attendance were wearing suits that, although dark, were still colorful to no end; the opposite sex donned dresses on the lighter side to the point of being able to burn bright. Irregardless of their very own attire alone, they’d coexisted on both sides of the greenery so to speak, split into two groups by singular red carpet stretching out from the dirt road to a small ligneous platform nearby a thin snow white archway adorned with many kaleidoscopic flowers.

Standing behind themselves, a tall woman was now setting foot onto the fabric as she’d entered betwixt the observant crowd afore her. She wore tresses of moderate cerulean split into two different shades curling past her neckline, already held in place by a flowery veil. The pedestrian was fruity, her integuments bearing a chocolate shade of some moderate tangelos whilst wearing irises of raspberry too. Like many people around her, the textiles were regal and formal: a flowing white dress covering much of her body with golden accents. Additionally, the lone woman in particular had worn some jewelry upon the transitional metals, sparkling about with many gemstones. She’d carried a bouquet of flowers within her grip, each of them varying in shapes, shading, and species alike in a series of teal doilies.

“Huh, what is this: how did I end wearing a wedding dress in the outskirts of Ponyville with people dressed up with nowhere else to go; where are my friends…?” the woman in white cerebrated as she looked around, finding nothing else abaft herself but a nearby town no less; nevertheless, the people up in front were still waiting.

Nevertheless, she persisted in walking, hearing a series of strings and keys being grinded up and pressed down respectively into a lofty tune overhead. Each step that the lonely woman in white took had brought her closer to the archway, greeted by a couple of friendly faces of all backgrounds realized. Despite the fact she was completely confused by the serene surroundings, she was at ease with herself, sharing the same emotion as the very crowd.

In front of the woman in white faraway happened to be another one like her, albeit with many differences between the both of them. Like the pristine traveler, the bystander at the end also wore cold tresses except they’d matched the eyes in shades of moderate purple. In addition, the eyewitness watching the woman in white also possessed some dark skin, fifty shades darker but still freed like many. One crucial thing that sat the bystander apart from the bright counterpart was the former’s darkly colored habit and shoes of sapphires. The eyewitness even wore a pair of glasses with a jet black frame and a silver necklace in the shape of a crescent moon in the fabric. In the bystander in blue’s possession was a little black book resting underneath her right forearm, ready to be read out for many to listen.

It wasn’t long until the pristine traveler had made her way to the end, presented with another fresh face filled to the brim with friendliness. Unlike the woman standing upon the wooden platform, he was a lanky male of a brighter skin complexion, his skin glowing on in the light. Much like the eyewitness, his hair was also violet yet they’d been touched with a moderate cerise resting directly beneath a dark blue high hat. Accompanying the man’s headgear were a matching dinner jacket, trousers, and shoes currently overlaying a white undershirt and a bow–tie. In addition, the woman in white could now notice a singular red rose and a blue violet coexisting all peacefully onto the leftmost breast pocket. Staring out into the pristine counterpart’s very eyes were circlets of moderate cyan underlined by red blushing, sentiments shared by the former.

As both people were now lost into each other’s eyes, the bystander in blue staring at them both right down the middle soon announced, “friends, Equestrians, countrypeople, thank you and welcome: you may be seated. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of Providence, to witness the joining together of both Autumn Leaf and Lemon Hearts in the sacred covenant of marriage, commended to be honorable among all peers and therefore isn’t by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, and solemnly. Matrimony is not just a social occasion with a spiritual touch thrown in, but a service of devotion from start to finish, in which vows are made, prayers are offered, and blessings are given. Who supports this couple in their marriage?”

“I do…!” a distant voice was heard, belonging to another woman in white, albeit in a shorter dress with a widely brimmed hat with a pink feather sticking out: like him, she’d bore bright skin and purple tresses yet her eyes were dyed a deep blue like the still waters; nevertheless, she’d persisted, “growing up in Ponyville, I had nothing but the highest hopes and dreams that I’d be married off. To many like–minded women besides myself, it is nothing more than the highest of honors attainable, an ultimate statement of legitimacy which meant untold success. Throughout the past two decades of my life, I’ve heard nothing more than stories about half of the marriages ending in divorce and, worst of all, death of either party; even though we never talk about them for one reason or another, let alone the preludes to either outcome, we were able to embrace the love and happiness from their joy. The fact that I’m standing here today brings nothing but tears to my eyes knowing that I’ve yet to experience the sensation of having a special significant other of choice to share such a lifetime with him; even the fears of living and dying alone have done nothing more other than to remind me how precious our lives are, even in Equestria no less. As Celestia is my witness, I shall congratulate them on their future journey together as both husband and wife; although that I know little about either one of themselves, outside of seeing miss Lemon Hearts at the big brunch oh so long ago, I know that Twilight and their friends will cherish this moment together nonetheless…!”

“Autumn Leaf, if it’s your intent to marry Lemon Hearts, please respond with ‘I do’; Autumn Leaf, do you take Lemon Hearts to be your wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for as long as you both shall live…?” the bespectacled eyewitness asked as the lone spectator sat back down, watching both move to stage.

The aforementioned groom said, “I do…”

“Lemon Hearts, if it’s your intent to marry Autumn Leaf, please respond with ‘I do’…” the bystander in blue begged the question similar to the one from not too long ago, “Lemon Hearts, do you take Autumn Leaf to be your wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do…” the eponymous bride replied.

Soon, the bespectacled eyewitness spoke confidently, “the ceremony of marriage is the first and oldest ceremony in the world, celebrated in its humble beginnings in the presence of Providence as a gift given to comfort the sorrows and magnify life’s joy. Lemon Hearts and Autumn Leaf, in all of life, rare is the moment that is filled with more hope, joy, and expectation than this sacred moment; by this divine design, this moment will never be repeated, but rather be cherished as long as you both shall live. A good marriage is created: the little things in your life will become the big things; you will never be too old to hold hands, never be too old to say goodnight or for a gentle kiss. A good marriage is remembering to say ‘I love you’ on a regular basis: it is never going to sleep angry; it is standing together, leaning on each other’s strength and support. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget; it is providing an atmosphere in which each of you can grow. It is finding room for the elements of harmony within: loyalty, humor, generosity, honesty, kindness, and magic; it is not only marrying the right partner, but rather being the right partner. You will have this kind of marriage if you continue to recognize Providence as the source of your romance, love, and affection for these things are gifts to you; build your home on this spiritual foundation. Today, as you say your vows to one another, you are also committing that you’ll follow through on these solemn promises: so much preparation has gone into making this moment a special occasion for you two and your guests; these next few minutes are more important than anything else that will happen today. These are the moments that you will look back and remember when you have children, arguments, and the moment of buying your first house together; don’t ever forget the words you say this day for they will sustain your marriage through all of life’s ups and downs.”

“Phoebe’s words are so comforting: even in the face of uncertainty, she reminds me of Twilight Sparkle and the tact she’d possessed…” the woman in white ruminated happily, staring at the man in blue in front, “still, I’m troubled: not only is my body starting to sweat, I have this feeling that something’s about to go wrong; why do have this sensation telling me to run away…?”

“Oh, Lemon…” he’d thought to himself.

Phoebe still addressed the crowd up in front of them, “to all those who have joined us to witness this special commitment by Autumn Leaf and Lemon Hearts, you play an important role in the lives of this couple: your attendance here shows that you care for them and are supporting this marriage. I would ask that you support of this marriage not end on this day, but that you continue to support the union that they commit to: it is often easy for us to undermine the value of the marriage commitment by saying simple things like ‘you don’t deserve this, you really should think about divorce’ or even taking sides in an argument. Guard the words that you say, in jest and in counsel to the couple; commit today, as friends and family, to uphold this marriage to the best of your ability and never do anything to harm it whatsoever. Autumn Leaf, as man of your home, you are ordained as the leader of your home, with a unique personality and talents that add to this marriage: when Lemon Hearts was asked why she chose to marry you, she says that you make her feel sweet, getting along with others, and are a hard worker. She said that she appreciates that you respect her opinions, yet she can trust you to make good decisions for your family: at this moment, your lover for your bride is apparent, I challenge you to grow in that love as you grow old together in life; put her needs above your own and lead selflessly. Lemon Hearts, as is apparently today, your groom finds you beautiful: when asked why he chose you to be his wife, Autumn Leaf’s first response was ‘her smile’; in our conversations together, it became apparent that without you around, Autumn Leaf might starve to death! Autumn Leaf values your intelligence and that you are supportive of him as a person and the things that he enjoys doing: there are going to be times when the seeds of doubt threaten to grow within you; remember that this man before you trusts you so grow in your trust for him. The two of you have an opportunity today to start your own family: you complement each other; where one is weak, the other is strong and should either of you fall, the other can be helped put back together up and running. These vows that you are about to commit are just words, but they cement forever your commitment to one another; please join hands and face one another.”

“Okay…” Autumn Leaf said, heeding the bystander in blue’s words alongside Lemon Hearts as well, “I, Autumn Leaf, take you, Lemon Hearts, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and cherish until death do us part…”

“I, Lemon Hearts, take you, Autumn Leaf, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and cherish until death do us part…” the woman in white had responded in turn to the man in blue straightaway.

Sure enough, both people took out some small rings as Phoebe said, “Autumn Leaf and Lemon Hearts have chosen to present rings to each other as a token of their promise: they are a visible sign of an inward bond which unites two hearts in endless love; Autumn Leaf and Lemon Hearts, from this day forward, the two of you shall be one. Do you, Autumn Leaf, give this ring to Lemon Hearts as a token of your love for her…?”

“Yes…” he’d answered instantaneously, “I do…”

“Lemon Hearts, will you wear this ring as evidence of your love for Autumn Leaf?” the bystander in blue asked the titular bride.

The woman in white replied, “I will…”

“Autumn Leaf, please place the ring on Lemon Hearts’ finger, hold it there, and repeat after me: ‘I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you’…” Phoebe commanded as the aforementioned groom heeded them well for his bride to see, “do you, Lemon Hearts, give this ring to Autumn Leaf as a token of your love for him?”

“I do…” the eponymous listener answered, now feeling a ring encrusted with five different jewels around her finger.

The bystander in blue turned to the similar male and inquired, “Autumn Leaf, will you wear this ring as evidence of your love for Lemon Hearts…?”

“I will…” he said, outstretching his hand towards the woman in white gently without touching either female, “thank you…”

“Lemon Hearts, please place the ring on Autumn Leaf’s finger, hold it there, and repeat after me: ‘I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you’…” Phoebe spoke instantaneously to the titular bride, the latter of the females now doing the same for the corresponding groom directly upfront for the former to bear witness straightaway.

The woman in white couldn’t help herself but to cry, her raspberry orbs now supersaturated with achromatic fluids as her own sights were being blurred; nevertheless, she persisted in remaining focused onto the very man in blue, cerebrating the imminent celebrations afterwards overall, “so this is it, a dream come true: married to the man that I love and in front of my friends no less. I wish this day will never end…”

“Autumn Leaf and Lemon Hearts have pledged their love for each other, expressing their commitment before Providence and this gathering of friends and loved ones…” the bystander in blue announced to the applause of the amicable audience before them, “they’ve given themselves completely to each other and declared it publicly by the giving and receiving of rings. Acting in by virtue of the authority invested in me under the laws and ordinances within the nation of Equestria, I now pronounce you husband and wife; Autumn Leaf, you may now kiss the bride…”

At long last, both parties in attendance surrendered themselves to each other, embracing one another in their company as both sets of hands made contact with their targets’ backs instantly. Their cold eyes, which had been underlined by their blushing visages, were closed off as they’d finally touched each other on the lips, their mutual love had currently radiated about to no end. Even though many had cheered them both on, they couldn’t resist having the world around themselves slowing down to their collectively treasured heartbeat in synchronized swimming. Irregardless of the many people already bearing witness to the newlyweds’ osculation with ease, they’d felt as if they were the only people on this world that had mattered to each other at large.

Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, but somehow as if on cue, a great white flash had overwhelmed the entire area where many congregated. The earth underneath their feet shook as they’d turned to find an enormous cloud of heat and light in the distance, taking the shape of a mushroom. Even though there was distance between themselves and the polymorphous structure, many had trembled at the sight and sensitivity of the substances. At the very least, the skies were currently burning a deeply bloodstained scarlet as the smokes and flames climbed upwardly into their very direction. Most importantly, the crisp air all throughout themselves had become hot and heavy for their skin and clothing to even tolerate, not that it mattered.

As the bright flare subsided, almost all the members in attendance were forced onto the ground, feeling the fabrics and the fiber of their being subsequentially catching ablaze in an instant as the fire sprouted from them. Of the many screaming masses succumbing to the pain and suffering in just so little time overall, Lemon Hearts got the worst of it all: her clothes, skin, and hair became blackened by the flames as they’d fused together. In spite of both Phoebe and Autumn Leaf shielding the charred maiden from the damage, they, too, were also caught in the spontaneous conflagration as their attire was being instantaneously incinerated before her.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Lemon Hearts shrieked as her flesh was being assaulted by the fire and flames latching onto her skin.

In only a matter of seconds, the soundwaves around the grounded cloud had escaped outwardly, bringing nothing but death and destruction in their collective wake. Everything and everyone still standing before it were obliterated no matter what: people, places, products, pets, and projects alike now suffered alongside each other. Debris definitely had developed every step of the way as many objects in every shape and size was now quickly being carried off further away from the epicenter.

As soon as it’d made their way to the charred newlywed’s range, plants and people alike were vaporized in a heartbeat, destroying whatever remaining structure held itself together as they’d shattered into many innumerable pieces; even with the blackened bystander and bridegroom shielding her, she was instantaneously reduced to bones amidst the heat and flames within them. Soon enough, there was nothing more whatsoever of any considerable traces to the people’s former existence or livelihoods thereof: the once luscious vegetation were reduced to smoke and ash alongside the people nearby them whom had been burning bright in pain; in Lemon Hearts’ case, she was no longer standing alone or together but now dust in the winds of toxicity and heat. Hereon out, the stardust memories of their moments on the surface of the earth were now a thing of the past, the dirtied soil still remaining despite the newly painted discoloration upon them; needless to say, the inferno shortly dissipated within only minutes, leaving behind an immense crater where the very town had used to be alongside its former inhabitants therein so to speak of.