The Road to Healing Chapter 10

It had been three hundred and fifty two years exactly. Three hundred and fifty two years of Insanity and Lust and Self-hatred. Yet as Duskfall sat on a desolate cliff, looking out over the planet she had called home for all that time, she couldn’t bring herself to feel too much regret.

The time she had spent here had catalyzed her. Duskfall could now honestly say she was her own person. There was something liberating in that statement.

Did that mean she would give up on her efforts to bring back Tom and Twilight? Absolutely not, but now the motivation was different. Her rationale had gone from ‘I shouldn’t exist to begin with’ to ‘the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few’. She was just a single person and her continued existence stood in the way of a possible return for two people. It was just simple math.

Still, she was glad for the chance to live. She remembered all the people she had met on this planet. From that first Sontaran who had killed her to the idiots who had given her the kick in the ass she needed to get on with her life.

Speaking of Pinkie and Rainbow, the two had stuck around only long enough to give her a hug and tell her they’d see her soon and then left in a swirl of a Star Trek style transporters. After that Duskfall had spent a few weeks of self-reflection, a few more of going around Hell’s Armpit and saying her farewells to the people who had been forced to put up with her, and one final week of just wandering the lands, which led her to this cliff.

“I’m going to miss this place, but my time here has come and gone,” Duskfall said to the wind, her tail flicking across the dusty ground.

“I daresay you’re right,” The Doctor said as he sat beside her. A twitching of her left ear was the only indication that she heard him. They sat in silence for several minutes, just taking in the view.

“I wonder if I’ll ever return. It might be nice to visit, but I think I’ve had my fill of living here,” Duskfall said as she stood and brushed the dust and dirt off her coat.

“Anything is possible,” The Doctor remarked as he too stood.

“Celestia’s waiting in the TARDIS to smother me with affection, isn’t she?” Duskfall asked as she glanced at the familiar blue box.

“Do you even need to ask?” The Doctor chuckled as he started walking towards the TARDIS.

“Well, I suppose some small retribution is only to be expected,” Duskfall snarked as she made her way to the TARDIS. It was finally, finally time to go home and Duskfall’s weary Soul couldn’t have been happier.

Author's Note

...Why is it February 22nd? Where did the rest of the month go?