Author's Note: Italics denote a flashback. Bold Italics denote a flash forward.
"You didn't need to do this..." she muttered as she walked through the door into the restaurant. It was classy, to the point of being intimidating. There were chandeliers, a water fountain, and even a professional string quartet playing to the crowd. Everyone was dressed to the nines in clothes more expensive than anything she'd ever owned. Even now, wearing her absolute nicest dress, Blossom felt horribly under-dressed and out of place.
Her date chuckled, placing a long arm around her shoulders, slightly digging his claws into her arm. She couldn't resist smiling, something about the gesture, if a bit possessive, was endearing. That described him perfectly, didn't it? Possessive, but endearing; evil, yet somehow affable.
"What are you?" she cried out breathlessly, staring at the towering monstrosity that now filled the midday sky. The creature turned to face them, his eyes on fire and a
Nativity in Black PrologueApril 17th, 2001
World of Light
I have to be quick, I don't know how much time I have left...oh God, what was that? No, focus, stay focused! You. Have. To. Focus! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, I know I'm rambling, but you have to hear me out!
My name isn't important; history won't remember me for my accomplishments. I haven't made a difference in this, or any other world yet, but...I'm hoping that by recording this, I can finally change that. You see...God, what was that? Is someone there? No...no, it's nothing. Just my imagination. Okay, I know this will be hard to believe, but you absolutely have to believe me. If you are hearing this, you have to believe me.
I am not from this world. No, no, no, not Townsville. I am not from Townsville. This is important! Remember that! I...I am from another city, a city called Viletown. It...how do I explain this? It's...like Townsville, except...different. Oh, fuck it! Listen, please! I am from another world, a parallel world to this one. It
Long Drive Part 3Long Drive (Part 3)
Twilight wakes in her room after another odd dream, only to find two letters lying nearby. How did she get to her room and when did she fall asleep? These questions are quickly pushed to the back of her mind.
Did Princess Luna have an answer to her questions? Was Blossom real? The last dream certainly seemed to point in that direction. If she was on to something, maybe she could ask Princess Luna more personally at their meeting tonight?
Part 3: Dreams of Another World
"That was embarrassing how in the world did Spike manage to get me into bed?" Twilight lightly kisses the sleeping dragon's cheek and trots quietly down stairs, letters in tow. Was it an effect of the dream magic? Setting a tea kettle on the stove, Twilight sat back and opened the first letter.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
We are pleased to hear that the spell was a success! Of course, We had no doubt in thine capabilities, We knew thou wouldst succeed! In regards to thine dream, it is
Long Drive Part 2Long Drive (Part 2)
Twilight wakes up from a strange dream, trying to understand how her spell went wrong. Just who was that creature, and why can't Twilight get the image of her eyes out of her head?
At first, Twilight decides to write to Princess Luna and seek her council on the matter, but on second thought, she begins to worry. How would Luna react to her overconfidence? And what if she's over-thinking something that really was just a dream?
Part 2: What is a Dream?
"Oh colt, what am I going to do?" Twilight moaned, burying her head back in her pillow. The sun was already rising into the morning sky, Spike was even starting to stir. And now, it was going on three hours since she woke, at an early hour, oddly enough, considering how late her bed time had been. The librarian rolled over onto her back and sighed, clutching her pillow to her chest.
"I should just tell her. I just need to come out and say 'Princess Luna, I know you warned me about underestimating your magi
Long Drive Part 1Long Drive (Part 1)
Twilight Sparkle, now studying under Princess Luna to expand her knowledge on Dream Magic, attempts a spell meant to help decipher the dreams of others.
Unfortunately, Twilight underestimates the intricacies involved in dream magic and the spell doesn't quite work as intended.
Part 1: The Magic of Dreams
"Of course, as We mentioned previously, it isn't the formula that determines the exact effect of Dream Magic, but the interpretation of the user. We have seen a number of talented unicorns in the past fail to accomplish even the most basic spells simply because they lacked imagination," Princess Luna explained, yet again. Twilight Sparkle nodded, her nose buried in a rather thick book. The Princess sighed and leaned over her recently acquired pupil with an eyebrow craned.
"Twilight Sparkle, hast thou heard a single word We have said? Truly, thou puts far too much weight in the text. This is Dream Magic, Our magic. Surely our words mea
Dreams of an Absolution C.36"I was out on the radio starting to change
Somewhere out in America
It's starting to rain
Can you tell me all the things you remember about me?
And have you seen me lately?"
Have You Seen Me Lately(Counting Crows "Recovering the Satellites")
Dreams of an Absolution
The Serpent Finale
The city of Townsville, where hardworking citizens worked day to day realizing the potential of an early to rise mentality. However, there was one little girl who woke up before even the earliest of early birds. Little Blossom stood in a searing hot shower, staring at the floor and blinking sleep from her eyes. With a stifled yawn, she resumed lathering shampoo into her long hair. This part, she thought with a frown, always took so long to get done right.
"So what, exactly, are you planning, Blossom?" Aku asked. The demon was seated on the toilet, absentmindedly playing with Blossom's secret Devil Blossom doll. He tugged on her bow, glancing at Blossom's blurry silhouette.
Dreams of an Absolution C.35November 8th, 2001
Patient Name: Blossom Utonium
It's only been a few days since I last saw Blossom, but I can tell that things are starting to change in Townsville...and all of the changes seem to be linked back to that little girl. I overheard from a colleague that Blossom was seen visiting the prison with Boomer Honeydew...who were they visiting? Maybe...it was him?
I received a message earlier from Blossom; she should be arriving any minute now. Of all the things that will never change about that girl, being punctual is near the top of that list. Just what do you have in store for me, Blossom? Just what is it you're planning?
"Hi there! I've been looking forward to seeing you again!"
"Good evening, Dr. Elise! I was really looking forward to this too. Oh sorry, I'll come in,"
"No hurry, it's just a little rain! Would you like to sit down? Can I get you anything to eat? Drink?"
"Oh, thank you...um...I'll just have some juice if you have any,"
"Of course, is grape juice
Dreams of an Absolution C.34"There was a guy
An underwater guy who patrolled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From New York and New Jersey"
Monkey Gone to Heaven (The Pixies "Doolittle")
Dreams of an Absolution
Friday was a busy day for the Townsville Public Library. Not that a busy day for the library was anything impressive, but the staff appreciated the increased traffic on the weekend. The weekend was always sure enough to bring in both new faces and old ones alike. Amidst those familiar faces was a small group of three sitting near the back of the reading area.
Blossom sat across Baku's lap, deeply engrossed in a particularly musty old history book, almost as old and untouched as the book on Reaganomics her boyfriend poured over enthusiastically. Of the three, only Boomer was less than thrilled to be reading. He stared at his math homework, his brow tightly knit, his eraser, barely a nub now, shoved in his mouth. He glanced up at his friends, a smile weaseling its w
Time ConsumerA thousand years is a long time for anyone to wait, much more expecting someone else to wait it out for them. Still...here I am, still waiting. Seconds slip by, turn to minutes, melt into hours, which stretch on for days. Those days last weeks, until weeks turn to months, and months become years.
Somewhere along the line, years became centuries.
And here I am, still waiting steadfast.
A thousand years ago, there was a perfect, beautiful place I called home. A metropolis they named Townsville, a golden beacon of Western Civilization. It's been gone for a while now, buried beneath a hundred tons of wasteland and ruin. There are nights when I miss having the city around me, where I miss being called to action to defend its sanctity.
Those nights never last long.
Townsville is gone, and it's all my fault. I was no victim of circumstance. I chose this path, long before I even met you. Long before I found myself standing here, watching, waiting, dreaming.
No, a thousand years ago I chose thi