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Let There Be Light: Sc.29-32
By E4-NGCreated: 2022-10-02 14:20:23
Updated: 2022-10-02 14:21:59
Expiry: Never
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“You ever wonder what this place will mean after we’re gone?”
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>Noire doesn’t look up from her place on the couch, staring vacantly into space.
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“We have electricity here. Free power. Even if they don’t know how to use it now, eventually they’ll figure it out.”
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>She doesn’t reply.
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>You sigh, then look down at your magical tablet, filled with your latest burst of penmanship.
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>Another one of your skills that has improved significantly since your arrival here.
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>You tap the top with the tip of your scriber, and a paper with its contents pops out the back.
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>You place this page on a prim pile of its predecessors, perched precariously on a nearby table.
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>You’ve gotta do something about them. Figure out binding to make a proper book.
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“Glue’s gonna be weird to explain too, if they ever figure out how it’s made on Earth.”
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>Still no reply.
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>What’s got her attention?
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>You stand up – neatening the pile of papers, so it doesn’t go anywhere on you – then join her on the couch, looking at her face for any clues.
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>She blinks, shakes herself, and finally turns to you with a smile.
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“Everything okay?”
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>”Of course!” She beams.
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“What are we gonna do about all the stuff we have that they don’t?”
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>Her smile fades, and she cocks her head. “What do you mean?”
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“Power. Paper. Metalwork. A black hole garbage chute. This stuff is risky, in a civilizational sort of way, to just have lying around.”
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>Her smile returns, slighter but warmer. “There is a time for everything.”
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“When’s the time for the black hole garbage chute?”
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>”Now,” she says, tone suddenly matter-of-fact, as she gets up from the couch and heads for the kitchen.
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>You shake your head, and look out the large windows of the den.
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>Trees have been changing their colors for awhile now, as Fall had recently begun.
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>A chill rode the wind, besides; you’d recently started fires in the fireplace at night.
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>Normally you love this time of year, but there was a tension you couldn’t place.
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>A lot of heavy questions weighed on your mind.
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>Noire had not been particularly helpful with them.
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>Now she’s tidying up the kitchen, rather than addressing your concerns.
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>Everything you’ve built is here, but what will it stand for?
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>The papers you’ve been writing you hoped to be something of an explanation.
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>Context for your presence here.
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>It is in a sapient mind’s nature to wonder about it’s own existence.
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>Good and bad have come from those answers.
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>By providing some help of your own, you hope to steer them away from the worst ones, while leaving the answer itself still open for their contemplation.
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>At the same time, it will be your testament to the world of your place in everything, a legacy of sorts.
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>You don’t know how much of you they will take with them when they leave this place, as Noire said they must when they become numerous enough.
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>You’ve touched this world in many ways, but some prideful part of you wants to make sure the world knows it.
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“Hey, Noire?”
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>A singsong hum answers from the kitchen.
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“Where are you going to put them all, when they leave here?”
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>”Oh, around.”
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“Just ‘around’?”
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>”It is a big world, Anon.”
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“Yeah but they’re going to grow close together here. Are you just going to scatter them?”
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>”Can you do me a favor?”
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>You shake your head and stand, moving to her side where she was rearranging an ingredient cabinet’s contents.
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“What do you need?”
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>”You do much of the cooking, but I might try my hand at it soon. Could you put these back by some logic, so I could learn how you use them?”
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>You look over the collection of ingredients and herbs and spices and shake your head again.
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“Alright, but on one condition.”
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>”What’s that?”
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“Answer my questions.”
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>”I already have.”
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“No you haven’t.”
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>She looks at you, once again giving that warm yet slight smile “There is a time for everything, Anon.”
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“That’s not an answer.”
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>”It’s the only answer.”
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>You want to protest but she’s already turned back to her work, removing all the plates from a cabinet at once with her magic, and arraying them in the air before her to inspect them.
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>You reluctantly begin your assigned chore.
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>As you work your mind turns from those burning questions to the immediate task; it demands you consider what you might show her how to cook, and what order would be easiest to refer to the required ingredients for each dish.
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>It’s harder than you expected, to be honest; a little logic puzzle with many factors.
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>What does she enjoy the most?
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>What would be simplest to make?
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>What would be most instructive on the process?
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>What could relate instruction in the shortest, most efficient amount of time?
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>There was a balance point here, and even after you found it – first putting away everything not required for the few dishes on the shortlist – you now had to consider how to order what’s left.
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>By the time you were done, Noire had apparently completed her inspection of the rest of the kitchen, and was staring off into space once more.
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“Now, could you-”
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>”Let us head down to the garden.”
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“What?”
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>”We are running low on our stocks. I would like to be prepared.”
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“Yeah, so would I, that’s why-”
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>But she was already gone, off to where you know she kept her saddlebags.
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>Grumbling to yourself, you go to the door and pull your shoes on.
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>The backpack you took on your voyage was nice, but for trips like this you’d since created another, like a basket, to carry harvest in.
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>This, too, you kept by the door, and pulled over your shoulders.
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>Though the Heart of the Garden always had fruit, and was always green, it still maintained a normal seasonal cycle beside, and autumn’s harvest was always richer.
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>Tastier as well, though you weren’t sure if that was your imagination and fondness for the time.
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>How much could you carry this trip?
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>What did your little stockpile need?
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>Noire probably knew, since she brought it up, but you tried to do some mental math on the matter anyway.
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>Noire returned before you came up with an answer. “It is a nice day for a trip like this.”
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“Is it?”
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>”Yes! Not all of us are locked away in our thoughts and scribbles, Anon.”
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>You roll your eyes but give no other reply as you leave the house, Noire following you and closing the door behind her.
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>It IS nice, to be fair; the temperatures are lowered from summer but it’s not close enough to winter for the height of day to bite.
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>As you walk through the forest to the Garden, you find yourself lost in the leaves of the trees.
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>The types mingle more the closer to the center of the forest you go, leaving a chaotic riot of color to surround you as each tree’s particular coloration merges with others.
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>You’re not sure if any forest on Earth displayed such variety, but you’re glad this one here does.
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>The Heart, as expected, bristled with a double-load of its many types of fruit.
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>Some of its branches had already been raided by the island’s many other occupants.
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>Many of the fruit were not yet ripe, though quickly approaching.
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>Even still, much was left for you and Noire, and the two of you happily plucked what she said you needed.
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“So what do we need?”
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>She’s staring off into space again, but your voice snaps her back to the present. “I’ve made a mental list. We can start with…”
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>You’re fortunate she keeps tabs on such things, with you lost in the future, and the two of you manage to collect and carry all she said you need.
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>But on your way back, after you’d cleared the blazing autumn canopies, those future worries return.
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“Noire?”
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>”Yes?”
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“Is something wrong?”
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>”Of course not.”
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“I feel you’ve been avoiding me for some reason.”
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>She pushes herself into your side, pushing you off-course for a moment before you correct. Her wings settle your arm over her side, and close against her barrel again to pin it there.
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“Fine, but if not, why do you avoid my questions? Do you not see why this stuff is important?”
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>“I do see. Maybe even better than you.”
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“Then what do you think?”
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>“I think, Anon,” she says, then pauses. “I think there is a time for everything.”
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“Will you stop-”
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>A sight ahead halts your complaint.
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>Your house is not as you left it.
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>Two dozen figures mill about in the field in front of it.
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>That number might be off; the various sizes make it hard to count.
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>Your mind races.
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>What could they be here for?
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>What if they get inside?
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>Are they violent?
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>They seem content just standing there, or idly moving about the open space nearby.
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>”Ah,” Noire says. “We took a bit too long.”
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>As you get closer, you can make out the shapes.
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>It’s the pegasus herd you met long ago.
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>With a lot of little new additions.
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>You and Noire double-time it down the rest of the path, and you drop your basket-pack on the steps.
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“What should I-”
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>”I will entertain them for now. If you could cook up something quick that’s more substantial, I’d like to introduce you after.”
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“Introduce?”
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>You look out at the pegasi, already ambling towards the house from their waiting on the plains.
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>Waiting for you and Noire to return.
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>”Yes, introduce. I have been watching their progress from afar. I know them already, though they don’t know that. Like the little grey one behind the lead mare, that’s young Shiverwing.”
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>You look at the two indicated, who are little more than two dozen paces away now.
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>The mare’s beaming with pride, one wing behind the filly and pushing her forward.
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>The one with the offerings, you realize. The one you met in the Garden so long ago, brave before Noire.
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>’Look at this’, her body language says now. ‘Look what I made!’
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>The filly, for her part, had no trouble keeping pace, and though she couldn’t be any more than six months of age, she looked about a year old, on her gangly legs with her first-molt feathers.
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>The accelerated growth, you suppose.
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>You look back at Noire.
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“Why didn’t you tell me?”
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>”I did,” she replied, for once today dropping her smile and looking serious. “You were too lost in thought to acknowledge. I figured you needed a reminder that things aren’t always future concerns. Much happens right now, Anon, in the present and all around you.”
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“So you made it a surprise?”
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>Her smile returns. “I did.”
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>You can’t help but give her a sheepish grin in return. Alright, Noire. Lesson learned.”
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>”Excellent. Right now is the time to cook. Go! I’ll keep our guests entertained.”
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>When you turn to step inside, you do so with a bounce in your step.
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>There’s a time for everything.
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* * *
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“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose.”
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>You read the only line on the first page of your newly-bound book to the little foals huddled around you.
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>It’s not yours, of course, but you figured it was fitting.
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>Your little book of wisdom is a chronology, of sorts, but a chronology of function rather than strictly time.
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>You decided, with its recent completion, that it was time to start spreading its contents.
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>The foals look up at you expectantly.
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>None of them eye the book; maybe they don’t understand that concept yet.
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>If not, it’s a matter of their age, not cultural understanding.
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>You’ve seen little talismans and charms with some sort of rudimentary proto-glyphics here and there.
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>Shiverwings, the solidly-built pegasus mare, mother to two of the foals before you, has several woven into her feathers, for example.
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>The half-a-dozen charms dangling from her wings is still the closest thing you can equate to clothing the ponies have, but one thing at a time you suppose.
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>She does eye your book curiously, but noticing your attention, she tosses her head for you to continue.
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>You smile back – first at her, then at the gaggle of youngsters around you, and open to the next page.
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>You inhale to start reading, but a motion catches the corner of your eye.
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>Noire, a bit further away, is speaking with several other ponies of various tribes.
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>When shes centered in your sight, you catch a brief glimpse.
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>Stars and nebulae and golden arcs and those twin singularities.
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>Then it’s gone, just an alicorn.
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>You’ve come to enjoy those flashes.
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>You stopped commenting on them; she doesn’t know you see it sometimes in everyday life, now.
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>But they no longer frighten you. They bring comfort.
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>Your little secret, for now.
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>One of the foals paws at your knee.
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>You look back down at the little ones, a couple of which are now looking at Noire, though they’ll never be able to see what you can.
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>You give them your best smile, then look down at the book’s second page to start once more.
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“In the beginning…”
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* * *
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“It’s time.”
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>Noire’s voice wakes you.
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>The world snaps back to focus behind your eyes just as quick as before them.
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>As old as your body is growing, your mind remains ever sharp.
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>You took a morning nap to prepare for the big day.
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>Everything is already prepared and in-place.
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>You only left one task to the last moment.
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>You push yourself upright off your knees.
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>A little harder, every year, and they creak just a little more.
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>But you’re still in better shape now than you’re sure you would have been at half the age on Earth.
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>This place has really brought out the best of you.
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>Not just the body, you think as you make your way to the bookshelves nearby.
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>The product of your mind is arrayed before you in an orderly row, in the commanding position of the middle shelf.
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>A dozen books await your selection.
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>Which shall you recite from for this year’s gathering?
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>You like to keep it fresh, but topical.
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>Give advice that the assorted species and tribes might need in the moment, but not something they’d heard before.
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“What do you think they’ll need to hear, dear?”
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>Noire laughs, as crystal clear as the first day you’d heard it. “All of it, my love.”
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>You over at her, into her eyes, deep space banded by rings of orange incandescence. “There is a time for everything, but not all at once. What is it time for?”
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>She looks over at your collected works. “Population density is growing. They’re going to need more structure in their societies if they’re going to stay together.”
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>You had some work on hierarchies and just order of a community.
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>You raise a hand, sweeping over the thick spines.
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>Volume four, section six.
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>You slip the fourth book off the shelf and gather it under one arm.
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>Noire leads the way to the front door, and opens it for you.
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>As you step though you see all the groups of your island, neatly arrayed before you in a half-circle, ranked by size with the smallest ponies in front and the largest dragons in back.
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>It’s not every single being, but there is ample representation from all four generations to date; Shiverwings’ extended squadron alone has over a dozen seated in the front row.
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>By the appearance of some, a fifth generation is not long in coming.
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>You step forward onto the porch, and place your book on a little stand installed for just that purpose, opening it to the relevant passage.
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>All the murmurs die down as the creatures wait in silence for you to open, in the traditional manner, the year’s pilgrimage.
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>Before you begin, you steal one last look to Noire at your side.
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>You can see the flicker of brilliant energy arcing between galaxies, and have to mentally focus to bring her normal form into view, still as beautiful as that first day.
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>She’s got one eye on you, and you can see her amusement within it; she knows how much effort it at times takes.
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>The assorted forms before you, when you turn your attention back to them are so… normal.
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>But that is awesome in another way, knowing where they came from, and where they are going.
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>And what, at this present moment, they have come to witness.
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“Welcome, all of you.”
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>You begin loud and clear, despite the effort you have to put into it.
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“It gladdens me to see we have come together once again. As I can see from how many have come, it’s getting crowded out there. I’d like to share with you some thoughts I’ve had on such problems…”
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* * *
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>Your eyes snap open.
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>Anon’s not in bed beside you; you can’t feel his warmth.
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>You close your eyes again to locate him.
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>Visions of various nearby places flit across the inside of your eyelids.
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>There, in the Garden.
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>He’s sitting in the crook of some roots, cane leaning against the trunk beside him.
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>His eyes close, he looks peaceful.
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>But he never leaves the house without you this early in the morning.
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>Your heart stutters when you stumble across a thought as to why.
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>Connect.
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>He won’t like it, but he doesn’t have to know.
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>It’s been over seventy years, you can do it just this once.
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>You dig deep into your own mind.
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>There’s chains there, something shackled so you’d never touch it.
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>Tear them away now.
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>You need to know.
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>When you unbind it – unbind yourself – you expect to be flooded with the experience.
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>Instead there’s nothing.
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>You deny yourself not from within, now, but from without?
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>At this moment?
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>Naught but a single message.
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YOU HAVE TIME.
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>You know what it means.
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>You’ve known this day was coming soon.
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>But it tears you to pieces all the same.
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>You want to teleport there but you know why you’ve told yourself to take it slow.
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>You need to compose yourself.
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>He deserves to see you with some dignity at this hour.
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>You get out of bed and fetch your peytral from the nightstand, placing it around your neck.
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>As soon as it’s settled, you phase through the floor, falling to the first story in the library right beside the door.
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>Your eyes sweep across its shelves, scanning the many books.
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>Much of it were requests of his from works from his world.
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>It took some doing to figure out how to pull full texts from that distant, mostly-inaccessible space, when he hadn’t known the contents, even if his communication told you what to look for.
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>Of all you’ve done here, figuring that out was still your proudest moment.
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>Some entertainment, but mostly philosophical works and textbooks.
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>The more advanced ones are subject to a magic cypher, as to not disturb the progression of any culture who might come across them.
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>But that won’t be an issue anymore.
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>Soon they’ll all be sent on their way.
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>But across the middle row of every shelf was his own work, ringing the entire room.
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>You let the thought touch you, bring a smile to your face that lifts your sunken heart.
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>It won’t be goodbye, and it won’t be forever. He’ll still be right here.
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>You leave the library, then slip out the adjacent front door, not bothering to close it behind you.
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>In the distance, a collection of structures greets your gaze.
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>The yearly gatherings no longer take place at the house, they’ve grown far too large.
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>Fortunately, the most recent one just finished, so no arrivals will be disappointed.
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>Memories float to your mind as you start down the path to the forest.
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>The great roaring bonfire, tended by the griffons and started by a torch from their own First Flame.
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>Earth pony songs mingling with Unicorn chants.
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>Beings from all around the island coming together in harmony.
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>It was nothing like you could have imagined, when you first set the island’s limits and pondered the societies of those who would come to inhabit it.
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>All because of him.
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>This late in autumn, many leaves have fallen, and they crunch under your hooves as you make your way.
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>All of these plants from his home, capable of such remarkable transformations.
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>The great cycles of Earth must have brought changes you’ve only been able to capture a splinter of, for all his work informing yours.
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>Perhaps, after this, he’ll be able to see them once again.
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>You hope, if he does, he’ll remember all he accomplished here.
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>What would he think of his old home, then?
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>The Heart comes into view, evergreen unlike its neighbors.
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>As you’d seen, he’s there, still between its great roots.
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>A pegasi is near him, with a little filly nosing his hand.
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>You know her.
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>You know her whole lineage.
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>Her grandmother is the granddaughter of Shiverwings, and for a time led the island’s pegasi during one of their periods of greater unity.
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>That little filly there represents the seventh generation, then.
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>About time for them to be introduced to their proper homes.
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>When she catches notice of you, the mare leaps to your side with one quiet shove of her wings.
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>Her eyes are wide. “He isn’t-”
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>You shake your head.
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>She cocks hers.
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>”Is he-”
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>You give a curt nod.
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>She recoils back two paces, then looks back at the human.
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>His only motion is the thumb on the hand the little filly prods; he strokes one of her wings with it.
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“Gather the pegasi and tell them the news. Have them prepare; you will have a new home soon.”
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>”But what about-”
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>She notices something in your eyes.
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>Silent now, she simply nods, then moves to her filly and pulls her away.
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>Anon’s only acknowledgement is to flick his thumb back and forth, like a miniature wave goodbye.
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>You kneel by your side, and gingerly maneuver your wings so his other arm is limp around you.
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>You lean your head against his chest and close your eyes, searching for his heartbeat.
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>Faint, but steady.
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>You had time.
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>One ear flicks as you hear the mare take flight.
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>Only after that sound fades do you hear him.
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>”I knew you’d come,” he whispered.
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>You can feel through his chest the effort even whispering requires.
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“You did not want me here.”
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>He shakes his head, slowly.
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“I was not going to let you go alone.”
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>”You tried… didn’t you?”
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>You let the labored question sink in, before slowly nodding.
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>”It’s alright. “
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>He coughs.
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>The next beat of his heart doesn’t follow, and you feel yours freeze in the span it takes for the one after to arrive.
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>The rhythm resumes, but weaker.
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>”I knew you’d… need to.”
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“I didn’t let myself.”
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>In the ensuing silence, you continue.
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“I cut myself off from the outside.”
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>”Good. Smarter than both of us.”
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>You shift your head against his chest.
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>Fainter.
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“Why now?”
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>He chuckles, weakly, ending it with another cough. “There’s a time for everything.”
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>He sighs, but you have to lift your head for him to complete it. “A time to weep. A time to laugh… A time to mourn, a time to dance.”
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>You know the whole passage; from the original source on one of those bookshelves, and from the song he’s hummed time to time.
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>A time to be born, and a time to die.
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>”Noire.”
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“Yes, Anon?”
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>”Tonight… I want you to dance.”
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>Not physically.
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>You know exactly what he means.
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>You’re already seeing to it, you’re sure, but you’ll know soon enough.
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>You nod against his chest.
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>”I love you.”
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>You squeeze tears from your eyes and nod again, more vigorously.
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>You swear the motion makes his heartbeat stronger.
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>Just for a little bit.
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>He falls silent once again, and you press against him.
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>Listening.
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>For hours.
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>Weaker.
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>Erratic.
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>Then stopped.
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>You stay there, like that, for a few minutes longer.
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>You’re fine, you think.
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>You’d already let all your sorrow out into his sodden shirt.
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>In the end, he was more dignified than you managed to be.
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>Now it was time to dance.
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>You dig into your mind again, to that unchained thing.
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>This time, when you touch it, everything explodes into being.
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>This world now, not just the island but all its continents, with their spaces you’d so carefully prepared without you – the piece of you down there, still near that tree and that man – knowing.
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>Everything those two small creatures by that tree had accomplished shine as a jewel, set in a glorious pendant of a planet on its silver chain of day-links, suspended in gravity and momentum around that star, a system so small in your new awareness but so central to it.
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>That man, for he’s not dead; he’s just arriving, laying in the grass and looking up at the sky, startled by your first appearance to him.
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>He’s waking up almost thirty thousand times at once, and falling asleep just as many.
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>You can hear every comment and every whisper, as if his voice were right here.
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>You can feel every caress and every embrace, as if he were right beside you.
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>Not in memory but in ACTION, not recollection but being in the moment as they occurred.
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>Every one of those moments stretching out forever in perfect clarity in your mind, transcendent as your mind is over time.
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>It’s not ended for you, because ends have no meaning for you.
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>He’s with you forever.
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Of those two tiny bodies by the tree, one erupts in a sudden burst of fusion-fire, immolating both.
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>You capture those ashes as soon as they emerge, and cast them in a long arc across many thousands of light-years, each mote becoming a new star in its own right.
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>Tonight, a new feature in the night sky; a vast smear of color and dust and light, all the way across.
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>Well, new to you, here, now.
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>They’ll have always seen it.
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>And they always will.
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>On that island, in the moment you just left, many little creatures, little voids of your otherwise limitless awareness, busy themselves.
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>Word will spread fast, you know.
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>You’ll scoop up their homes wholesale, depositing them in the proper places in a single instant as they all sleep.
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>Tomorrow they’ll wake up to a new world.
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>As for you…
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>You look through the world’s time-slices for that most familiar presence.
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>There; he’s already back over there, just arriving again but its a different arrival than the first.
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>A different life, for a different adventure.
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>You will fashion for him a companion.
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>A child of both of you, in spirit, even if in body it shall have more mundane provenance.
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>One to find him at just the right time, one he can care for and raise as his own.
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>The form is easy enough. It came to you in a dream.
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>You did not know it at the time but you do now, obviously.
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>This being will have a most special talent, though at first it may seem a burden.
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382.
>You reach into the guts of reality and touch that large crystal you’d planted there.
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>Anon wanted magic, and you’d obliged, but it’s not really magic.
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>He shall raise it, but its gift will be of your own essence.
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>You pull a thread of power from this crystal, and from it weave the soul of your child.
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>Then place it in a womb years before his second appearance, and watch it grow.
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>You will entrust him to Anon, and entrust Anon to him.
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>You have a whole cosmos to tend to.
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>And, in your mind, experience every moment of your one mortal life with him, until the end of time.
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* * *
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LET THERE BE LIGHT
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END SEGMENT ONE
by E4-NG
by E4-NG
by E4-NG
by E4-NG
by E4-NG