Ashen Weaver
You are Ashen Weaver, a simple Stallion, and somepony who recently found himself walking home after a late shift in a factory. It was hard work, but you knew it was good work. It was also ending soon- the way your boss looked at you, you could tell that your time there would soon be over. You had already been looking for a new place to work when the explosion hit, and you screamed and looked up along with most of the city, watching the building begin to collapse. It had been so fast, and you were so close... Papers flew out, chaos reigned, and a paper got caught on your face as you ran, screaming and wildly racing around to try and escape. You were several blocks away before you had the presence of mind to pull the paper from your face and look back.
The building had sent dust into the sky, darkening the streets and blinding you. You shivered, mentally praying that nopony had been hurt. Though the paper in your hoof caught your attention again, and you read the words. Something about Moths and craving Lanterns... and a trick to getting into a place called 'The Mansus'. It sounded like a legend, some silly childhood myth like saying Nightmare Moons name into a reflection of the moon three times. Great fun, but ultimately harmless. You tucked it into your bag, focusing on the building again. What... what had CAUSED that? It couldn't have been an error in the structure, could it? Most construction ponies had something of a sixth sense for things like that...
It didn't really matter. It wasn't your business... so why were you walking back? No, not walking... running. You got there along with a dozen other ponies, more and more gathering as you all started working together. You didn't need to speak, didn't need to ask what was going on. You KNEW why you were here. The unicorns worked on trying to lift the rocks, helping the earth ponies even if their magic wasn't strong enough for the larger rocks. You had managed to get some short way into things when the Lunar Bureau people showed up, and efforts stopped, fear and paranoia gripping you all. The efforts to see if anyone was inside that rubble were... well, old habits were hard to forget. Especially after the last tragedy... after so much death and pain... people knew the pain. They didn't want that for others if they could help it. But... that memory was instinct, and once that instinct broke, it was hard to summon the will to see the ponies around you as PONIES again, instead of possible monsters disguising themselves.
You'd nearly felt that weave between ponies you'd felt all your life, up until just before that wonderful wedding... The world felt so much darker, but it made moments like these stand out as so much brighter. Despite the vile cruelty of the world, suffocating hopes, dreams, and love, ponies refused. To be a pony was to dream of the future, to hope and dream and love. To shine brightly with all you had. The so-called Elements of Harmony were merely a reflection of that. The efforts Ponies had made, the dream of a brighter future... this world may have had no light of its own, but ponies had been bringing light to it for thousands of years, or more! And you were determined not to stop.
You turned, beginning to stubbornly struggle against the rubble, ignoring the Lunies as they did their jobs and tried to figure out what had happened. They went from pony to pony, gathering more and more, but at the same time, you worked and slowly... slowly... the ponies around you made their choices and began to work again as well. Either you'd save some ponies, or you'd help the bureau, you didn't care. What mattered was... this. This connection, to the ponies around you, burning inside you like a flame, a blazing light of connection, loyalty, and generosity. You would NOT give up on those values, those sparks of dreams and hope for the future to become better than it was right now. You were a PONY. That meant something!
Piece by piece, pony by pony, the tattered wed of connection, unity, and purpose began to weave back together between ponies. You could feel it... you were no Unicorn, and while an earthpony you may be... you had a connection to living things. You could feel this tapestry as easily as you could the life in the earth, the plants, the weave and pattern of the fabrics you wore... you were whole. And you were not going to give in and give up. You could do this, and you WOULD do this.
By the end of the night, you were bloody from scrapes and scratches, exhausted, and had been questioned extensively. You'd given them the scrap of paper you'd had, and described the experience... but you never stopped working. When they asked why, after it was done... you just looked at them. After all, did you really have to explain? This was who you were. You were Ashen Weaver. You remembered what was forgotten in your woven patterns, and you brought peace and community where you could. You were an earth pony. It was in your blood to build and care for those fragile things... the delicate life that so weakly grew in the fertile soils of Equestrian soil. This weave, this bond between ponies, it was delicate, fragile, and oh-so broken... but it was vital. It was important. It was a light that would never dim or go out, and it was so wonderful and frighteningly weak.
You didn't know anyone else who could feel it, not like you could. How could you not take up the duty? Who else WAS there? No. No you had work to do supporting your community, building the weave thread by thread as you always had before, and carefully guiding the growth of those wonderful strands. You knew the world was dark and you may not have the power of Celestia to burn away and shelter ponies from the darkness, or Luna's gift to soothe those lost in it's embrace and destroy it's monsters, but you had this. The weave, pattern, connection... you had something. So you would use what you could to save this world. Every last light mattered, every last hope and dream was vital. When they asked why, all you could wonder, as you answered them, was... how no one else could see that.
Finally, you were sent home, the city's own construction ponies arriving to take over with a far more professional and efficient setup than you ragtag bunch of barely-held-together volunteers. So you left, exhausted and wondering how the world had grown so very dark... and as you slipped into your home, you remembered that cute little ritual. So you tried it, smiling to yourself and remembering your foalhood as you carefully snipped your own mane in the mirror... but you had noticed secrets in the paper, enough to recognize and remember the ritual, and some lingering feeling of something more... so, as you lay down and fell asleep, you did not dream of fabric and thread and weaving as you normally did... no. You dreamt of Ash, of pain, and of the sharp teeth in the darkness. And when you awoke, you felt... dimmer than before, and you had forgotten that odd secret, and the ritual attached. By choice, not by force- not that it would stop those teeth from biting you in your sleep again, now they had your scent... Sucking in a breath, you refused that path, the dim brilliance and Glory of it, dragging yourself out of bed through sheer determination. Your light would recover, and you would help heal those lights that belonged to every other pony around you.
You had too...
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I need to work on making these longer next time. Not even 2,000 words... I'm just failing at my own standards... Regardless. Tada!
Another Omake.
I'm done for a while.
Again. I have been told that this is actually a good one! So hooray!