Destiny of a Lover

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"Another one?!" A dead field mouse lay at Cynthia's knees, its last movements spasming from its nerves, as Cynthia sighed. It's been two goddamn hours! Can I even do this? Will I ever get this to work? Hearing the 'clip clop' sound of hooves behind her, with a familiar scent, Cynthia turned her head to look at Derpy. "Why... are you... What's going on?" Asked Derpy, confused at the sight before her.

Sighing, Cynthia, rose to her feet, standing twice the the height of the little pegasus pony. Seeing the difference once again, she knelt down, her legs to one side of her tall frame. "You remember that man I told you about... from my homeworld? Justin?" She began. "Ye-yes. What does that have to do with dead mice? Are you doing something to them?" Derpy asked.

She can be so oblivious; it doesn't matter how adorable she is, she just doesn't get it. "Yes, Derpy, I'm trying to figure out how to use magic to bring Justin - my man - here. So we can both be under his protection and love," Cynthia replied. "It's been so long... do you think he's found someone else? And you still haven't told me about the mice here yet," came the reply.

"I don't know... I wish there was a way to know for sure... Really, I think I'll just have to be selfish this time, and bend his life to my ideas - not like I haven't done it before!" Giggling, Cynthia let her dreams flow, using magic to imprint her visions and dreams on Derpy's mind.

"Oh! Oh! You want us..." Derpy paused a moment, obviously still not yet at grips with what she had just witnessed. "You want us to all live together... like a herd. Right?" "Yes, Derpy, that is what I want." Looking her pegasus lover in the eye, Cynthia could see things working out: In this land of peace and love and tolerance, her lovers would coexist, and be there for her, and her past with both of them would merge into one, beautiful, narrative.

The eyes of the pegasus were disinterested. "So, what would happen to Dinky? And you still... haven't told me about the mice..." Cynthia looked around quickly, startled from her reverie. "Huh? Them? Oh, I had to use a test subject, to make sure the transfer would be safe for him. Princess Twilight herself said it was okay! Well, I can't go trying to bring sentient people - er, ponies, here, now can I? I need a test subject, to make sure it's safe!" Looking down at the dead creatures, Cynthia mused about the things sacrificed for love. So much, so often...

"Look, I guess you need to make sure it's safe, but..." Derpy bit her lip, gazing sadly at the soil beneath her hooves. "What's wrong, my love? I've talked to you about this before..." Derpy came back to reality, steeling her eyes. "I wish you success. I suppose I'll get to know him when you figure out a way to get him here." With that, the pegasus mare excused herself, and started preparing for the day's parcel deliveries, leaving a very focused woman in her wake.

I hope I don't regret this. It's true, he may have someone else now.

During the day, Cynthia managed to introduce several more mouse corpses to Equestria. The latest ones seemed to have oddly coloured fur, and were definitely more fragile than the first few. Reflecting on this, Cynthia considered what made a person change; seasons, weather, climate... even environmental changes... Purging that last thought, Cynthia almost didn't notice the last mouse materialize. This one didn't die, and when Cynthia saw it, her mind shot fireworks.

"EUREKA! I am Goddess of travel!" Cynthia could barely contain herself. Here was proof that inter-dimensional transfer could not only be safely achieved, but the subject could also be saved from the morass that the Earth had apparently(considering the latest few mice) become!

The mouse, apparently used to loud noises nearby, paid her little heed, as it fled into the forest. Mottled brown, with patches of lost hair, it seemed to be diseased, but at the same time, had much larger ears than Cynthia remembered. Odd, I targeted a genus that exists in both dimensions... I wonder why I have found so many of these things, sick and hurt?

Stifling her enthusiasm for a moment, Cynthia paused to look at the configuration of runic artifacts, the center of which was the spot where a targeted subject would re-materialize. Memorizing it, she turned to get her sketchbook(a seemingly parallel technology of socially developed races between the dimensions), and penned and exact, to scale, sketch of the outline of artifacts.

Calmly, the pattern was scaled up, until the size was right for a reclining human. Then, as Celestia's sun set on the horizon, the target was confirmed. Cynthia's magical powers began to manifest, and she concentrated on the body and spirit of the one she chose for transfer.

Coming up to the gate, Derpy noticed an odd concentration coming from Cynthia, as she focused her being on the subject of inter-dimensional transfer. Seeing her engrossment, Derpy bypassed the fence, and crept into the house from the back, so she wouldn't disturb the human girl in the front yard.

With a distortioning of the ground, Cynthia continued to pour concentration on the subject, and keeping a steady hand on her flow of magic. It was no small task, to just keep her enthusiasm for the task in check, but she pressed onward steadily, increasing the focus incrementally.

Finally, there was a whirring noise, and the ground before her rippled. It was time. Cynthia stepped into the circle of runes, continuing to pour herself into a focus on only the subject of her concentration, and letting her passion pour through control. As the air seemingly snapped with electricity, and raw magical energy started to swirl, a human form appeared. Swirling clouds of magical energies surrounded the figure, and the visage of the person became clear.

Frozen in the gap of inter-dimensional travel, the man transported open his eyes. Focusing on Cynthia, he reached out with his presence, and took hers by its hand. With both now pouring themselves into the other, they gradually started to solidify. The magical forces rippling the ground around them dissipated, and the man looked into Cynthia's eyes, and took her by the shoulders.

It was the man of Cynthia's dreams; her parallel, her mentor, her confidant, her guide, her mate.

This was Justin.

In the house behind, Derpy watched the culmination of her lover's energies manifest itself; it was love, no doubt about it: nothing else would motivate Cynthia to leave the world, and pour herself into another.

In her mind's eye, Derpy watched the man called Justin embrace her Cynthia. And for the first time in a long time, Derpy shed a tear.

This was the dawn of a new chapter in all their lives.