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During life, you're always too preoccupied to realize that the universe has a life of it's own. The many forces that make it work are slow, kindly folk who take everything with a grain of salt. Take temperature for example- he's a pretty cool guy, if you can deal with his hotheadedness. Gravity's got a real sense of humor, I'll tell you that, and light- well, we won't get into him. My favorite of these universal forces, though, is destiny- she's a dreamer, a true artist. She sculpts the paths each of your lives take, and tries to make them as happy as possible, despite having to fit certain quota. I find it funny how she can re-use her ideas over again without them ever growing old.
A good example of this is the lovely pegasus, Rainbow Dash. She is, in every way, a near carbon copy of another pony who lived generations before her, named Firefly. They accomplished similar goals in life, had identical outlooks on the world, and even kept a similar group of friends. One would assume reinc
To Be An AlicornSweet Apple Acres was a busy place in the spring. Two young stallions walked the fields with plows in tow, while a mailpony dragged in shipments of seeds and tools, and a couple more ponies were visible amonst the apple trees. Adding to the general bustle was a visitor to the farm who gingerly stepped out of the sky, looked around, and opened the gate into the main homestead area. A filly, not quite yet a mare, with a light green coat and straw-colored hair and baskets strapped to her saddle had been trotting through the area, and noticed the visitor first. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes as big as the moon.More Like This
"Oh, hello." the visitor said. "I'm here to see Applejack. Is she around?"
"G-great-granny Applejack?" the filly asked. The visitor paused, and nodded. The young pony kept her eyes on the visitor and pointed towards the barn. There, in a rocking chair, an ancient mare sat with a worn brown steltson covering her eyes. Her coat was gray but with a healthy sheen, a