1 Year later

1-12-11001-7:00 PM

Tiptoe opened her eyes, the light shone forth through her window, the sun was not adjusting to her liking, she got out of bed, her room was in the restored Canterlot castle.

The day was just beginning, she got dressed in her royal cloths and began her duty in the castle.

As one of the three ponies who help restore the princesses and save Equestria she and Incendia where both well respected, her life was good she had friends and could ask for nothing more.

Well almost nothing.

1-12-11001. 8:30 PM

She flew down to a small garden in, came came upon a small dome structure and the stallion guard that stood their recognizing her and stepping aside

Inside the tomb layed a golden sarcophagus that was embedded in center of the room, engraved with only one name: “Jigsaw”.

Tiptoe brushed her hoofs one the grave, and a tear formed in her eye.

"I had a dream about you last night, you came back, I didn't know how but you just rose out of you tomb in perfect condition, we hugged and kissed, and after we talked for a while, you proposed to me"

"Thats when woke up, I knew it was too good to be true"

More tears escaped Tiptoes eye.

"I don't want anypony else, just you, only you, if I had the power or the means I would bring you back, I miss you so so much, I love you Jigsaw"

Tiptoe looked out the glass ceiling and looked at the stary sky, now covering the whole sky, not just half stars and half Sun.

"We did it, you did it"

Then without warning a bright shooting star appeared over head.

Tiptoe heard legends that when one wishes upon a shooting star that sometime you wish come true.

It was a long shot but she thought it would help.

Tiptoe closed her eyes, and spoke her heart.

"I wish that Jigsaw was alive, that we could live together again, have a family and happily ever after"

When she opened her eyes again, the star had just passed.

Even though she wanted it very much, she knew that shooting stars where just legend, a myth that gave ponies hope.

Tiptoe walked home and looked back at the tomb one last time.

Then she didn't look back.

However if she looked up to the sky, she would see that the star was now entering the planets atmosphere and was now crashing near New Ponyville.

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10 minuets earlier

The mask drifted from space, most observers who laid eyes upon it saw it only as a simple small comet.

But within the light that concealed it the shape of a mask would be visible to the naked eye.

The mask had the engraving of a humanoid in a stretched out position like a hero, the arms made up its eyes and it was golden, the mask itself was made of pure energized protodermis.

The Mask of Life.

The mask itself had the limitless power over life and death itself, it could give life to the dead, restoring them the perfect condition, or it could drain a living begin to a husk, it also had the power to curse those who where not destined to touch it.

And while its power was limitless, it had a mind of its own, the personality of a sheltered child, in the way the mask was kid, one who was afraid of the unknown.

But it had done much in its time, it had been wielded by a hero, used to restore life to a great spirit, it temporary had a body, and its most recent use was restoring an entire world.

But more recently it had been shot from its homeplanet due to a conflict thought to be over.

It now drifted through space, waiting for its friends to find it.

Hopefully.