Author's Note

Warning this chapter contains. Mentions of the sucidiual tendency's. And asks some manner of question of eternity.

I will also be bumping the rating up? I think thats approriate? Unsure but just too be safe.

Please do not read if this upseting.
Thank you. Otherwise...

This is the last bit of this short story. The next part will be its own story.
In the interest of wanting too get this out there. Today.

I will come back later. And look this over so...?

Entering The Jewel And Seeings Its Beauty

A lone Quil keeper flew from a cove of red oaks.

Spying the sea of neighbering green.

It flew ever higher.

The weeping ash of its feathers stood against the growing dawn.

Gliding on near air currents. Its spied the remains of The ancient hives.

There ounce brilliant orange and greens now lay like puss open and festering.

Flying further still.

Sweeping deserts rolled their hills. The stranger bitter refecting desert was...litertal torture. As shards of ounce heated...turned to glass.

Lay in supcious amounts to be anything less then intentional.

The luck and the pull of sun drew the lingering pain from his body.

Only minor blades of glass drew blood.

Still he breathed heavy.

Past smaller and larger townships.

A keening went into the air. Stooping low its head spying not the suns apprentice.

And future...something?

But the...pink one. So strange on odd.

The bird clucked its tongue against its beak.

Sweeping past the aptly named...ponyville.

Its feathers took it towards the jewell that hung...

At the neck of Equastria for generations...His mistress.

The sun was said too be all knowing. She was...

With the help of her spies.

Spies that held knowledge that she needed.

Of course...their was his kind.

Low murmours of voice.

"Coffee!"

"Cake!"

"Donut Joes deals, deals, deals"

Eager in flight. To see to his wounds.

Flecks of red fell from the sky. The folk of the sight so used too the sight. Noe called it good fortune...to bleed.

For all the good the blood would do.

Slowing his glide to reach the spymaster.

As he made his way from the square. It was with the sudden gay laughter of foals and adults alike.

Happy that the red blessing had come ounce again.

The mare called sun hunched. Over the eyepiece too peer at the wider world.

Her magic learned and large as it were. Even this...sight was limited by only a...narrow shard of vision.

Her spies good though they were, lacked what she craved...a escape.

To be someone else.

Sighing. She pulled her eye away.

"I..."

She turned her head away.

"What is it love."

"I...am tired. I want to go far away. I..."

She turned further removing herself from her beloved sight.

"I want to...you know."

Turning her narrow face to peer deeper with drawn eyes. The band the was now clear to her sight.

"You shouldn't do that love. You know...how..."

She turned away as if in shame. She swallowed. Allowing the pain...and the blood to trail down her eyes.

For a moment. She felt surely that shadow had surely taken her heart. But...

No!

Her hit the tile hard.

No!

What cruel fate...would it be too be separate and parted. In a prison no less.

No!

Instead she stared at her...band. That was her promise from a young filly. That had more hope then she had in herself at times.

Her lips pursed. Tongue wetting the lip of her mouth.

Dropping the enchantments was easy.

Keeping up...was in her dealings. But...

It would not due to allow others too...see.

Did she truely lack such dreamings too believe forever and always would allow her too weather eternity.

To see each life glimmer so rich and beautiful. And want in the same breath. To know she would never lose anything...again.

She swallowed.

"I feel...this as well...beloved."

"We when wished to never be parted. I weeped from joy at our good fortune too find a way. A meaning..."

She turned then...her eyes wide with bewitched longing.

As she stared at her...beloved. What remained.

A telescope stood ornate in the center of the room. Naturally facing the bare beauty of night or day alike.

He always liked the fluffy clouds.

The pull of rich memory. Aided in her foggy mind.

With hoove step...after hoove step. She pulled too the remains of her partner.

"I wanted you too see the fluffy bunnys and Bellcovered birds. To see the news from all across the world."

To think...

She sweep past the length of the telescope.

To stare at the...only eye her beloved had too see.

That her desire so innocent at first. Would stall to this. Spies and deals.

She knew.

Apologizes meant little when they only brought longing. No...ittle to crushed hope...

The moon stood in its own shadow. As the lighting of the very sky.

Drove home the eyes...of...her...friends. Fellows of the...greater dark.

Eyes gleamed so within the room. Once...

Once...her friends were batponys.

Now...

They were her friends...because...they were batpony's

She swallowed. Her tongue bearing the thickness of words...

Hateful...Hateful...Hateful. Words.

A knock.

"Princess Lu-...I mean...Selena."

The words may felt heavy on the tongue. Her mind though. Felt keenly her sorrow. One thousands years. And...

SHE COULD EVEN KEEP HER NAME.

She swallowed again.

"Yes! Nightglade. What brings you too my chamber"

Feeling the breadth of the sudden silent. So big in fact she could feel the strange pull of that...other that arrive in the forest.

Unlike her sister...her own power was deeper. In some ways more connected too the world. So...

When she heard the swallowing of a throat. That was likely older then her by some years...

"The princess asks for permission to come to your chambers. Lady Selena."

Stiffening. Muttering something sounded from the other side like...do...I...have...a choice?

With a grunt and a strained..."yes"

The older mare of some fourty years to the aged and strangely child princess of thirteen. She stalled.

Unsure she fumbled her hooves on the Sytgian Carpet.

"Wanna play a...game with my...daughter...some time. Selena..."

"Selen-...Lun..."