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Back to Life a short story inspired by "Back to Life" by Sam Synthis A light blue pegasus fell from the sky. The atmosphere was partly cloudy sunny skies, but the stallion seemed lifeless and immobile. His eyes were closed and his wings unfolded, only being moved by the air around him as he plummeted. No one else was around. It's not understood why he is falling. Was he knocked out? Did he fall asleep? The ground kept growing nearer and nearer underneath him, without a sign of safety being realized or even hoped for. He remained unconscious as the clouds held their space above his trajectory. Colliding with the earth becoming an inevitability, still no one was around to even witness his fall. And the few seconds that remained began to calculate the damage to his body that would soon come to fruition. With no sign of life, he reached the point where he could fall no more. He wakes up. A dream? Wow, a dream. The pegasus exhales a few times to catch his breath from what seemed to be a nightmare of him falling to his death. Falling to your death, what a way for a pegasus to go. It was a good thing he had wings that worked. He sat up in his bed and flapped his wings a little, just to make sure that they were still in working condition. All was good. A little stiffness here or there, but that was normal. Any other day it would have been overlooked, but after such a vivid dream he thought about how often his wings suffered from mild aches and pains when he woke up in the morning. He rolled out of his bed and made a few quick stretches. A turn of the neck each way and he would venture into his home's kitchen for a little breakfast. But as he was walking out of his bedroom, he noticed something on his dresser. A picture frame, ordinary in color and shape, but carefully positioned to illustrate its significance. He trotted backward to get a closer look at it. The photo in the frame had two ponies in it. One was him. The other was a white pegasus mare with a black and red mane. He looked confused for only a moment and then remembered who she was. He smiled and rolled his eyes. How could he forget, he must have been really ensconced in his dream, so much so that he had removed himself from the reality that he always knew of. You know what? Skip breakfast. This mare was very important to him. He needed to see her right away. For some reason, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen her. If only you could see what holds you close to me, following my heart. He opened his front door and looked outside. He was in Cloudsdale. Several pegasus ponies already getting on with their day, some wearing work uniforms to help at the factories, some wearing more casual suits for whatever errands they needed to run. He closed the door behind him, took a deep breath of the high altitude air and took flight. He remembered where she lived, but he didn't understand how. He couldn't seem to remember anything else. What was wrong with him? Was he dealing with some sort of amnesia? Hopefully he could remember how to get back home. He soared above the residential zones of the city in the sky, looking for the colorful signs of the place he found so familiar. When he recognized it, he flew down towards the mare's front door and knocked. Beyond this empty view is something waiting for you. Resurrect me now, forever. He only needed to wait a few seconds for her to open the door. There she was, cute as ever, with a smile that turned wider once she noticed who she was answering to. This was love. They looked at each other warmly for a few seconds before giving each other a hug. Nothing really needed to be said. No words were spoken, not even accidentally. They both read each other's body language and everything was understood. Harmony at it's finest. She motioned to him to leave with her. She closed her door behind her and took off, and he followed. She didn't care where they were going. A park? A show? Who care's, let's just go. They flew in tandem with each other, occasionally flying an orbit around the other, a typical playful expression, evidence of a true pegasus bond. The two were flying passed rogue clouds that escape the factories but paid them no mind. Enamored with her presence in his life at this moment, he wanted this moment to last forever. When I stare into your eyes, tell me what you believe. Comfort me with your lies, I need you next to me. As he meditated on how much he enjoyed this moment, he let her fly forward a little, and when he attempted to catch up, his wings locked up. Immediately he began to lose altitude. He couldn't move his wings. He looked up as he swirled downward, looking up at her astonished face. She couldn't save him, she couldn't fly that fast, but she looked horrified about what was happening to him. No pony else was around to help him. He continued to fall, just like in his dream. Was that dream a prediction? Was it a precursor? His mind raced at what brought him here, and regardless of the reasons he began to blame himself. He figured somehow that it was something he must have done to ruin things. The moment he wanted to last forever now seemed to have a bitter and bleak end, all too soon. Just like in his dream, he fell faster and faster until he hit terminal velocity, and less than a minute later, was meeting the ground with deadly force. You bring me back to life. He wakes up. What? A another dream? A dream within a dream. How awful. The blue pegasus shook himself from his mental wear, not minding the minor aches his body probably had for however long he had been sleeping. He got up and tried to recollect everything that had happened, but it seemed harder and harder to retain memories. He staggered a few steps after getting off his bed, but was able to stabilize. The picture frame on his dresser was sitting there as normal. But there was something frighteningly worrying about it. He approached the dresser and picked up the frame and gave it a closer look. It was a picture of him and his friend from school. What? Where was the mare? He remembered this colt, he was friends with him for many years during his foalhood, and they stayed close to each other for his entire life up to this point. But there was no sign of his lover. He looked frantically across his bedroom looking for signs of his significant other. Did she not exist? Had she been a figment of his imagination this whole time? Mend my broken ways with love that lasts for days. Keep me close at heart, if only. He needed answers. So he left his home and flew as fast as he could towards where he knew she lived. Once again, like a moment of dejavu, he knocked on her door. This time, a stallion opens the door. He was big, purple, and scruffy. He did not look pleased to see him. Behind him was the white mare, looking innocent and curious at who was knocking. He reached out for her, telling her to come with her, but the large stallion held onto the mare. They both gave the blue pegasus a look of disapproval. She was taken? Did she even know who he was? The large pegasus motioned him to leave. He had no choice, and fled to a stray cloud. When I'm feeling lost, I see you in my thoughts. Memories I miss. He sat on the stray cloud contemplating what had just happened. Was this another dream? No, this was a nightmare. How could he not be with her? He could not imagine life without her, but appeared to be living in a universe where that seemed to be the case. Was this some sort of alternate dimension that he was not graced for? Would he wake again if he fell to his death? When I stare into your eyes, tell me what you believe. Comfort me with your lies, I need you next to me He looked over the edge of the cloud he sat on and looked at the length of fall to the patchwork farmland that he was floating over. There was no way this life was his, he figured. He needed to wake up and find out what was going on in his mind. So he folded his wings to his side and fell downwards. As he fell he closed his eyes, tears streaking upward passed his yellow mane. Reluctantly, he kept his wings locked and eventually made peace with himself and the ground below. You bring me back to life. He wakes up. Of course. He had a different tactic this time. He was going to go straight for her and find a way to speak with her about everything that was going on. He had to be honest and put his heart on the line. Then, and only then, would he know if he was truly awake from whatever dream cycle he was being tortured with. He flew fast towards her place and knocked on her door. There was no answer. He took flight to the Cloudsdale marketplace where she often visited and he scanned the area for the white pelt he was so familiar with. And then, he spotted her. She was next to a suspended water fountain. He landed quickly next to her. She was stunned, but then happy to see him. Madness in my mind of what I've left behind. Wake me from this dream! Before she could hug him or react sweetly, he began pouring out his heart, explaining to her everything that had been happening to him, in his dreams, in his nightmares, and whether he was dreaming right now or not. He asked for her to explain how she felt and she reciprocated. She loved him very much, she always had. She affirmed to him that this was real life and that nothing was going to stop their love, and anything that would happen to him would also happen to her. She motioned to take flight again. He was unsure at first, but decided to follow her again. As they flew, they began loving each other with their words, explaining in great detail how they felt about each other. It was pure and it felt real. Everything around them seemed to stop. Nothing else mattered. Even if you're wrong, you'll miss me when I'm gone. Close my eyes again. They spent the rest of the day together, sharing moments during meals and visiting different sights around Equestria's mountaintops. Through joy and honesty they strengthened their bond as the two spent quality time, explaining their flaws, sharing their worries, and comforting each other with their pain. It seemed clear to him that it was not always going to be bright, but she would always be by his side when times got tough. He was thankful to be rid of what seemed like an endless cycle. But I can't breathe anymore, tell me what I'm fighting for. Help me see the truth before I'm blinded again. Eventually, she flew with him to his home. They needed to go their separate ways for the evening and she was dropping him off where he resided. She and him gave each other a long loving stare. Everything was going to be fine. He believed it, because she believed it. Through perseverance and trust, she was able to breathe life back into him, and help him deal with his lack of confidence in reality. They kissed goodbye, and she flew away. When I stare into your eyes, tell me what you believe. Comfort me with your lies, I need you next to me He ventured into his home feeling much better. He was standing tall and was nimbly thinking about his day. It couldn't have gotten any better. And the best part? No one fell to their deaths. This was it. He was finally awake. If he didn't dream for a while, he wouldn't mind. Knowing he could rest in reality was the best form of comfort to his mind anything could bring. When he walked into his bedroom he glanced at the photo on his dresser. His smile fell immediately. He walked towards the dresser and stared in thought at the picture. Something about it began to churn a new page of worry in his mind. He saw something in the photo that made no sense. But instead of accepting the reality of a photo, he rejected it. He grabbed the frame with a hoof and put it face down. You bring me back to life
On the middle of one of the many light poles in Manehattan, there was a sign taped onto it with little lightly held snippets. Each snippet had a word on it; Love, Peace, Courage, Understanding, Kindness, Passion, Self-Control, Hope, Healing, Strength, and Freedom, with a bigger piece of the page above that said 'Please take what you need'. It had seem that there were already some ponies that participated in this little self-setting goal for there were some gaps between the snippets, indicating there were originally some more options. Solfire had find himself standing in front of this poster-like page, staring at each of the snippets that where left. At first glance, it just looked like just writing on paper and nothing of true importance; however, when Sol thought more about it, it made more sense why this was here. Each word was a goal, something to try and work towards and achieve. Solfire softly smiled and reached his hoof up to grab one. Just before he was able to touch one of the snippets, his hoof bumped into another. Startled, he reeled his hoof back and looked to his side. There stood another earth pony, one that stood as tall as him, and of the opposite gender. She looked back at him, her gaze soft and friendly, as well as having a curious look towards him. He kept the gaze with her, making a mental note of her appearance. She had a deep red coat, clear blue eyes, and a dark brown, long mane and tail. The mane was braided from the top of her head going down to her sides while the rest was straight. After a moment, he snapped out of his stare and gave a nervous chuckle. "I-I'm sorry, miss! I didn't know that you were there." He said and took a step back. The mare looked at him for a moment longer, then looked at the page with the snippets. She moved closer and reached up towards it once more, going over to the far left and grabbing the one that had to word 'love' on it. Tearing it off, she brought it closer to herself and looked down at it for a moment, then back up at him, not saying a word the whole time. Before Solfire could say anything, the mare put the snippet into a pouch she had around her shoulder, then turned around and walked off. Sol stood there for a minute more, watching as she walked away, then returned his gaze to the page. He had to admit, she took the one he was about to grab, so now he had to rethink his idea and pick a different snippet. Even though the mare was down the street by now, the thought about her brought a blush among Sol's face. It was clear now, he knew which one he had to pick. Reaching up, he went over an tore off the snippet that had the word Strength. Looking down at the small piece of paper with the word on it, he knew that he was going to be needing this; something told him it was true. With that, he left the light pole and went back in the direction of his home. The page remained on the pole, now missing two more snippets from it. It was only a matter of time till it comes to past that they were rather the most powerful ones on that sheet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This concludes 'Please take what you need.', but hardly does it end the story. If you enjoyed what you read, then stay tuned and await for the next addition to Stories of The Sol.
Alright, just so everypony knows, I'm not capable of these epic let's-make-it-a-novel writings. My brain (and thus, my characterization process) works in small scenes that define who and what my character is, so this topic will be devoted to several short stories that come from the life of my character, Silver Mint. These are probably going to be posted anachronistically, but I'm going to try and make sure it's very obvious what order they go in so that any of you loyal Silver Mint fans out there... *cricket, cricket* er... well if any pony out there wants to figure out his full life-story, it should be easy to go from there. I WILL post something soon, I just want to proofread it and flesh out some of the details before I go posting sub-standard work.
If you want to read Books 1 & 2 - Click Here Ch 1 was slight changed so that it could seem a little nicer. Yulin takes over Danton's second Line. How the Clown met the Hermit Chapter 1 - At the Cafe It was an average day in Ponyville. The sun was shining, the streets were crowded, and Jiktin and Danton were at the coffee shop. Danton face was pressed against the table top while Jiktin seemed to be talking without end. "AndthatswhenIfoundthewheelofcheesebutitwasbluenowbutIateitanyway..." blurted Jiktin, who was wired on 3 cups of coffee. "ButIforgottoremembertotellyoutoforget... to..." Jiktin's speech started to slow, and he started to sway. "Jiktin!" Danton yelled, "Breath!" Jiktin took in a huge gulp of air and released it in a satisfying fashion. "Thanks, Danton" said Jiktin. "What would you do without him, Jiktin?" Yulin asked rhetorically. "I'll tell you the story!" said Jiktin. "No, Jiktin!" said Danton, "That's not what I asked!" "What didn't you ask me, Danton?" Jiktin asked with severe confusion. "To tell me that story" Danton answered. "What story?" asked Jiktin. "The story of how we became friends" replied Danton. "Okay, it was just a normal day in Ponyville..." Jiktin started. Danton realized what he just did and started pounding his head on the table as Jiktin spoke. Yulin leaned in and listened intrigued about the story. ------- So that you, the reader, has a chance to moderately understand this story, we will be looking at this from Danton's point of view. It was 6 years ago in the Everfree Forest. Danton was walking about the forest picking and studying plants he was to use in potions. Danton looked slightly different than he does now. His eyes were brighter, to the point where they glowed in the night. He also seemed to have eyeliner, yet he did not wear make-up. His pelt was also a bit darker and he had a permanent scowl on his face. The weather today, in the Everfree Forest, was dark and gloomy. "No... No..." Danton said to himself as he looked at the mushrooms growing on a dead log. "This will-" Danton stopped himself and backed up. Just as Danton had finished backing up, a strike of lightning hit the mushroom he was just about to pick. The mushroom, now having been struck by lightning, was now glowing blue with the energy of electricity. This was indeed what Danton needed! It started raining. Danton was about to pick it from the dead tree. But something in the sky caught his eye. Looking to the sky, Danton saw a green Pegasus with a long, luscious blonde mane. If you don't know by now, that Pegasus was Jiktin. Not long after Danton saw Jiktin, the bolt of lightning struck Jiktin and he plummeted to the ground below. Jiktin hit the ground at an angle, leaving a rut as he skidded across the dirt. To make things worse, Jiktin's mouth was open and all the dirt he dragged with him went into his mouth. Jiktin got up and spat out about 5 pounds of dirt. If Danton was close enough, he would of heard Jiktin say this: "Peft! Needs more salt" Jiktin then assessed his wounds. First of all, one of his wings was sprained but more importantly, Jiktin's hair was almost completely burned off! Jiktin got over the loss of his hair and started to walk off, but he tripped over the dirt he just spit out. Getting up, Jiktin looked around and saw a cave. He then entered the cave with the intention of staying there the night. Danton had seen the whole thing. "What an idiot!" Danton said as he facehoofed, "He just went into a Dragon's Cave!" Danton wasted no time in getting to the cave. Before going in, Danton looked around and picked up a fallen sign. He then replanted it in the ground near the mouth of the cave. The sign said: "Here be Dragons!" Danton cautiously entered the cave in search of the fallen Pegasus. Chapter 2 - A Debt Owed Danton walked down the long tunnel of the Dragon's cave. Eventually, Danton made it to the mane chamber. There he saw something that would amaze anypony. Mounds upon mounds of gold coins, jewelry and gems. Danton's attention quickly shifted from the gold and silver to the Pegasus trying to gather as much as he could in his hooves. "You!" Danton said with an authoritative voice. "Huh?" said Jiktin as he looked around, "Who me?" "Yes you!” said Danton, "You've got to get out of here" "But why leave when I have all this neat stuff?" asked Jiktin as he pointed out the gold. "Because, this is a Dragon's Den, and Dragons eat ponies who try to steal their gold" said Danton. "Let me think about it... Nah!" Jiktin relied as he went back to gathering his gold. There was a faint roar coming from the tunnel. Taking a look, Danton saw it was a Green Dragon. Thinking quickly, Danton grabbed Jiktin and hide behind a column by the tunnel to the exit. "Hay! What are you-" started Jiktin before Danton showed his hoof into Jiktin's mouth. The dragon entered the chamber and lay upon its hoard. Danton then dragged Jiktin out of the cave. Once the two were out of the cave, Danton took his hoof out of Jiktin's mouth. "Why did you lick my hoof?" Danton asked with annoyance. "It was salty" responded Jiktin as he licked his lips. "Ugh" grunted Danton as he wiped his hoof upon the dirty ground. "You’re welcome by the way. If I hadn't dragged you out of that cave, you'd probably be in that things stomach right now!" "You say that like it's a bad thing" Jiktin replied. "How can it be a good thing?!" Danton asked angered. "Well," Jiktin started, "I once found about 100 bits in a dresser drawer in a Red Dragons belly" Danton stared at Jiktin in shock and confusion. "My name's Jiktin. What's yours?" asked Jiktin. He then stuck out his hoof. "They call me Danton" Danton said as he slowly brought his hoof with Jiktin's. Jiktin grabbed his hoof and shook Danton up and down, rather than just his hoof. "Nice to meet you, Danton!" Jiktin said heartily. Once Jiktin stopped, Danton had to take a moment to gather his thoughts. It the rain had now turn into a down pour. Danton noticed Jiktin was in no condition to fly after that lightning strike. "No need to stay out in the rain, you can stay at with me in my home till it gets better" offered Danton. "Nah, I'll be fine" said Jiktin. "Trust me, the weather in Everfree always gets 10 times worse before it gets better" said Danton. Danton then show Jiktin to his home. It was once a library wing but it is mostly inaccessible. The only entrance is through a cave hidden behind a mound of white rock slabs. "Home Sweet Home" Danton said. His voice echoed in the hall they were in. "Coooooool" echoed Jiktin's voice. "ECHO!" Jiktin said playing with the echo. "Okay, that's enough" said Danton, "Now, do you want me to do something about your... mane?" "No thanks, I don't have one anymore" replied Jiktin, with a smile(for some reason). "I mean: Do you want me to make it grow back?" "You can do that?!" Asked Jiktin, in shock. Danton showed him to a room filled with beakers, flasks, tubes and more. Danton grabbed a few things and mixed them together. "This should work" said Danton. He gave it to Jiktin. Jiktin was about chug it until Danton grabbed it with his telekinesis and pulled it away. "NO! You put it on your head" barked Danton. Danton then proceeded to pour in on Jiktin's head. Jiktin's hair then exploded from what seemed like nowhere. "THANK YOU SO MUCH! I owe you one! A BIG one!" Jiktin said with joy as he hugged Danton. Though he felt awkward, Danton was happy for Jiktin. However, this 'one' was about to drive Danton crazy... Chapter 3 - Misery Jiktin insisted Danton come to Ponyville and see his home. Danton was reluctant to do so, but Jiktin would not let it go, at this point they were halfway to Ponyville. "Jiktin" Danton said to get Jiktin's attention. "Yeah?" asked Jiktin. "Stop hugging me" replied Danton, "Now!" Jiktin released Danton from his grip of awkwardness. He had not let go of Danton since he started hugging him back in Chapter 2. "I really don't want to go back to Ponyville, Jiktin" said Danton. "Why not? Ponyville is so nice and pleasant!" responded Jiktin. "'Why not'?!" asked Danton rhetorically. "I live in the Everfree Forest, inside a wing of a forgotten Library, even then I keep it fairly dark" lectured Danton. "On top of that: I don't look like the most approachable pony" continued Danton. "I should just wear a cloak or something" "I wouldn't do that..." said Jiktin, "The last time somepony from the Everfree Forest came to Ponyville in a cloak, it took an arrogant filly and some Poison Joke to show Ponyville she wasn't evil" "The difference would be that I don't< want to be there" Danton mumbled to himself. ---------- The day continued. Jiktin brought Danton to his apartment above the "Quill & Sofa" store. His place was 1 bedroom/living/room apartment, meaning he had only one room. He had no bathroom, but he said there was one down the hall. After seeing his home, Jiktin took Danton to lunch. Jiktin pulled Danton's chair out for him, paid of the food, and even offered to chew Danton's food for him, Danton obviously, didn't accept the offer. Jiktin also took Danton to the general store. Every time Danton picked something up to look at, Jiktin would immediately ask "You want that? I'll get it for you!", but Danton, again, declined the offers. Later as they were walking to go see a movie... "Jiktin, why are you doing all this?" asked Danton, who was wearing some pricey cloths Jiktin had bought for him without asking. "Doing what?" Jiktin asked with a grin. "This!" Danton replied as he showed off his clothes. "The clothes, the offers to buy me things, the offer to chew my food and also the fact that you laid in mud and told me to walk over you so I wouldn't get muddy" "That wasn't even mud, was it?!" continued Danton. "No..." said Jiktin with sorrow. "What was it?" Danton asked, egging Jiktin to answer. "Pudding..." replied Jiktin. "And whose pudding was it?" "Mine..." "Now, Jiktin" started Danton, "Why are you doing this?" "Cause I owe you a life debt for saving my hair" responded Jiktin. "It's just hair!" Danton answered with a bit of rage, "It would have grown back eventually!" "Yeah, but not that fast" replied Jiktin. "Besides, my hair is a part of me" Jiktin started. He then pulled out a book and a pair of reading glasses, seemingly from thin air. Jiktin put the glasses on and opened the book. "And the McRange family Code of Honor dictates: 'A part of a McRange's body is to be treated the same as the whole body'" continued Jiktin. Jiktin returned the glasses and book to Celestia knows where. "And on that note: I owe you a life debt" finished Jiktin. "Well how do '<i>you</i>' pay off your 'life debt'?" Danton asked, eager to end Jiktin's behavior. "Well, there are two ways" started Jiktin, "1. I can save the life of the one I owe the life debt to. You..." There was a long pause that seemed to go one for minutes. Danton was waiting for Jiktin to tell him the second way. Danton made a circle motion with his hoof as to Jiktin to "Continue". But Jiktin just made the motion back. "Ugh, what is the second way?" Danton finally asked. "Oh, that's right!" said Jiktin, who seemed to have forgotten what he was saying before. "2. The one I owe the life debt to, you, can exchange the Debt in return for being best friends with me" Jiktin said. Danton knew his choice. "I choose to be friends" responded Danton. "YAY!" cheered Jiktin as he hugged Danton. Epilogue "Woopwoopwoopwoop" sounded Jiktin as he waved his hooves in a worm like fashion. "Jiktin, what are you doing?" asked Yulin. "Ending the flashback of how Danton and I met and became friends" replied Jiktin. There was an awkward pause. "Soooo, that's how you two met?" asked Yulin. "Unfortunately, it is true" responded Danton, who was holding a cup of ice to his head. It was bruised from slamming it into the table repeatedly. "And I never regretted Danton's decision!" said Jiktin. "Most days, I wonder if I should have just jumped off a cliff and hoped Jiktin would save me" said Danton. "If he saved me, he would leave me alone. If he didn't, I'd still be rid of Jiktin" "Oh don't act like we haven't had good times" said Jiktin with a grin. "True, my life would be dull without you" started Danton. "And if it wasn't for you bringing me out of Everfree, I may have never re-met you, Yulin. Or even meet Lilly and Frilly" "Speaking of which, Danton" Yulin said. "Weren't you supposed to pick them up from school, like, 30 minutes ago?" asked Yulin. "Aww, crap. Your right!" Danton said anxious. Danton jumped up from his seat and ran off to the schoolhouse. Now it was just Jiktin and Yulin. "So, Jiktin..." started Yulin. "Yeah" responded Jiktin. "Do you have any plans later?" asked Yulin. "No, why?"