Introduction
Mila opens her eyes, just as usual. But the outer world is stimulating her senses in an unusual way.
The sun outside the window is still as bright and beautiful as it had been before this sleep, but the dulled window glass makes it can no longer stings her eyes; The bed under her body is as tough as a rock, but Mila doesn`t feel hurt----she`s lying inside an exact model of herself which her body pressed out on the bed. The quilt which has already stuck together with the sheet binds Mila`s body while paneling and plasters have fell down from walls and ceiling; Flower-decorated wall paper once so glamorous have turned into dust and dirt.
This is a NOW, was the PAST, will be the FUTURE.
Future is the Past
Rest in Peace
Do the dead really rest in peace, Mila asks herself, if they have unfinished duty or long-cherished wishes? Are ponies` souls strong enough to bare their masters` will to linger until the duties are done? It`s still unknown to Mila, since she has never died before. But she hopes her soul are not so strong, she wishes to die in silence.
If the world can`t satisfy any wish anymore, maybe it will be better to just let go.
Peut-être une bonne idée……
Mila neatens the feather on her pen, and places it back into the ink bottle again. Then she raises up from the chair and straightens her clothes and trotted out of the room in which a lit hearth is still burning. It`s a noisy world outside, with tasty cranberry juice and magnificent towers and countless ponies.
Mila draws fresh air in, at the moment, she suddenly thinks of one question.
Will the vitality-filled world leaves behind a soul after someday it happens to die?
“DONG!” That’s the Copper Bell Ringing
Mila thinks of the question which was brought out countless years ago once more, and so far until NOW, she hasn’t sensed any kind of soul lingering or floating or lurking. NOW, she has decided in mind that a soul of a pony won’t stay in the reality world, after all, a soul from a pony is far more weak than one from the world. How can a pony leaves anything behind since the whole world’s soul had vanished.
NOW, Mila is wandering around this land. She can only remember to have raised up from the bed in a dizzy, pushed the shabby wooden door, and totally ignored the building behind that might be the only ruin of pony civilization. NOW, she’s aimless. Maybe she shall choose a direction to move on, but she just can’t decide which direction to go. At LAST, she’s still wandering aimlessly, continually ,hoping to run into something interesting.
The remaining of the world is filled with plants that Mila has never seen. They cover the whole land and the color green consumes everything, including earth and sky, everything. Even though Mila knows that the sun is still above her head, the eventide type of darkness in the forests makes her hard to believe it’s in the time of high noon. Still the grass fills the space between trees in the dark, bush with cherries which are absolutely new to Mila appears once in a while, too. Some of the berries have small purple pits on its blue surface, some have thorn in yellowish-green on its red surface.
However, this time-brimmed world has no vitality, it is dead.
When Mila stops, she can hear nothing, even the sound of wind passes over treetops doesn’t exist. This silence is even more terrifying than deaf to a pony: When Mila breathes, there’s nothing resonates with her, when Mila closes her eyes, she feels like death.
Mila takes a deep breath. She has made the decision: Anyway she will trot, until her death, or find a place of vitality, in the forlorn hope.
“Dong, dong, dong.” A dull sound of a copper bell come over from a place maybe not that far in the forest, without stampeded birds, remain the silent-still earth. Mila looks up at that direction, but could not even sees an outlook of the bell tower. Though the trees veil the her target, NOW Mila at least have one. Mila thinks she has seen the hope, at least the glimmer of hope, Mila’s wandering finally has an end now, she will find that bell tower, bring her wandering to that end.
Because right here, the bell rang, dong dong dong, it rings.
Smile
“Come on, gimme a smile?” Mila asks the mare on the bed in front of her. So she drags the skin and flesh on her face showing the teeth inside, makes the radian of the teeth itself a smile.
This is a hospital in the ponyvalle in which several injured from that big fire burst on the town square ten days ago stays. Mila——as a volunteer——is now helping one of them to recover.
“Nicely recovered!” Mila notes in relief, covering the gauze on the wound on the mare’s face again. ”Great, now I’m going to do the dressing change.” She reaches her hoof to the gauze bounded mare.
“vmm…vmm!” The mare moves her body constantly but in vain, even though she opens her eyes so widely.
“No? Impossible, it must be done. Or your wounds will be effected in a minute.” Mila pulls down the hanging legs and holds the scissors in magic.
“Vmm!”
“Stop yelling.” Mila scissors the gauze in a sudden.
“VMM!!!”
“Yeah, yeah, I kwon it hurts. But can’t you just hold yourself in a minute?” Mila continues the movement at hoof, tear the bandages off little by little.
“Vmm(No!)!” Mila notices that pony has even welled tear in a minute, so she decides not to look at it. She bents her head, continuing the work that must be done.
“OHHH!” She screams again with the last gauze been tore down.
“Alright, OK, it’s done.” Mila throws the blood-stained gauze into the trash bin, wipe off the sweat on her forehead.
That pony finally can take her breath, Mila carefully gives her embrocation, and wraps it in new gauze.
“Fine.” Mila fastens that leg, washes her hooves, and uncovers the mare’s face again.
“Give me another smile?” She smiles to the mare, whose tears are still remaining in her eyes.
The Roads are Under the Hooves
Nopony hears more screams and lies than Mila, as a bottom medic in wars. Though she was a merely medic, the screams were even more harsh in addition to the very lies medics told the wounded.
NOW, Mila just wishes to hear more, in the silence. She recalls that, though a soldier named Finre is dying so hard, Ace still kept telling him that he will be alright, the injures are recovering.
However, the gauzes weren’t big enough to cover his wounds.
She quitted the operas of war ever after that show, or to sat never be behind the scenes, anyway she never have anything to do with it anymore, and refuse to learn anything about it. NOW, she suddenly begins to think if the world turned into this……dead thing just because of a war. Maybe yes, maybe not, anyway she’s just guessing, until she finds something to prove it.
But what can she do even if she find a proof, or proves?
Yet she has to admit that, this world has more comfortable ways than the previous one. The soft grasses surely provide better trotting experience than a hard dirt road. What’s more, shades beneath such flourishing trees have no boskage inside. Since Mila decided the location of that bell tower, she has never change her direction, no mention losing her way.
NOW, I can have a direction at least, she thinks, in this domain of death, I still have roads under my hooves.
Mila lights up the way of advancing, she recognize in a moment that she’s so lucky to be still capable of using magic which she has long thought to be granted. The world still bares magic, not like that world linked to this one by a mirror ages ago. A so called “human” will certainly die shortly because of darkness in this forest, one will lost in the endless dark forest.
Before they die in loneliness just like she will?
But what’s the meaning to live longer in such a world? What’s the meaning of finding a way in such a forest?
Mila shakes her head, she still unable to think these things even she’s bored to death. Her mind has a goal, her hooves have a road. That’s enough.
Primary Colors
“There are three kinds of primary colors in the world, and every other kinds of colors consists of them.” Mila states to the students in front of her, and now, the three colors——red, green and blue——are showing on the blackboard.
“Just like we Land pony, Unicorn and Pegasus?” A red skin filly raises up her hoof and asks.
“Eh…yes, right, nearly.” Mila agrees in doubt. She’s not sure if this metaphor is proper, but anyway, just they can understand.
“Oh~” The whole class seems to have understood.
Mila sighs. Maybe she shall return to the normal school and study her causes over again. She can’t even solve such a problem better than a 5-year-old filly. She thinks.
“At least you made that 5-year-old filly understand.” A voice from a mature pony comes over from the door. Mila turns her head to see her superior, her former superior in the battlefield medic center.
“You really should look at your expression right now! HA, it seems my mind-reading didn’t grow worse during such a time.” Ace says in a big smile.
“Who is he, teacher?” Several students ask.
“He……is the special guest for us to have today, and he will explain to you so vividly about the Primary Colors!“ Mila licks her lips, trots to Ace and pulls him in, ”Come on, Mr.Ace, introduce yourself.”
Ace looks at her scornfully and starts his speech.
100% Succeed. That’s the only clear expression left in Mila’s mind about that speech, otherwise are faint and dull, just like what you see from Dragon’s Land towards the Mont Aris. Even for a pony who can do mind-reading like Ace, it’s not an easy thing to explain to these fillies clearly.
“Hey!” Ace waves his hoof in front of Mila’s eyes, ”I’ve spent all my strength trying to explain it well on that stage, and you just staying here distracted? Shouldn’t you try to learn something from my speech?”
“I can’t do mind-reading like you, what kind of effect I can do with your method?” Mila pushes his hoof aside and walks to the stage only to find that Ace has already declared class dismiss
“Don’t you worry about what if I will say something after class like assigning homework?”
“You won’t take them over, I’m confident about that.“ Ace shakes his hoof, “You will Never.”
“You just read my heart, don’t pretend to know me well.”
Ace put one arm round of Mila’s neck, and points his chest with the other one. “Your heart is all here, there’s no need to read it anymore.”
“Ha, I knew you’ll say that again.” she wipes his arm down, “But I love it.”
A silly smile spreads out on Mila’s face as she seeing Ace’s stupid smile.
“Do you know why the Primary Colors they are primary color?” Mila suddenly asks.
“Wh…what?”
“DO YOU KNOW WHY THE PRIMARY COLORS ARE PRIMARY COLOR?” Mila repeats her words in a very slow speed.
“Because……all other colors are consist of them?”
“No.”
“Then what it is?”
“Because they can’t be compose, can’t be decomposition.” She stares into Ace’s eyes.
We Go, or We Stay
Mila thinks it as a fortune that this dead world still has a alternation of day-night ,she can at least get to know she has been walking for about six hours. Now she has stepped into the first night here; What also makes her feel to be fortunate is the fear that rises deep inside of her mind, because fear means she still has something she desires that hasn’t been obtained. Now, she is on her way for that thing——that bell tower.
It’s dark in the forest, though it doesn’t get much darker than the day. The overwhelming green turns to haze of gray color pieces in the dim moonlight, but the glow of Mila’s magic can only lights a so limited an area that she is almost moving forward step by step. She’s clear about that things will only get more complicated if she happens to fall into some ditch or pit, though she’s not afraid of complexity anymore. Mila also had the thought of resting last light, this proved her body could feel tiredness, but her mind didn’t allow it. She feared to lose the way again when she wakes up again. At Last, she kept trotting in the dark green and faint gray.
By the time Mila notices that wisp of brown in the overwhelming green, it’s hard to tell how long it have passed. Maybe after the moon had raised up to the celestial peak. Mila focuses her magic light on it to witness the true face of it.
A wooden spoke, that is.
With distinct marks of worn away on it, the spoke is half buried in the dirt. Mila gazes upon it, fixed, concentrated, self-buried in. All is tearing apart this quiet to a deeper silence.
In a moment, an urge from an ancient instinct drives Mila to touch it, to analyze it. Mila walks close, slowly. No further information is found on that spoke, but Mila’s magic light lights up something more interesting---A hut. It’s thatched roof had fallen down for long, left with the never rotting withered grass covering the floor in the hut.
Mila gets closer and closer to the side with a doorway which still can be seen what it used to be. So do the flanks. Mila can’t see its back side from this spot.
It’s just a NORMAL relic of pony civilization, Mila thinks, but at this point, another simple question strikes Mila.
We go? Or we stay?
A Tip of Loveberg
“You’re going to make a bargain with me, here and now.” The spirit in front of Mila says so.
It’s really dark over here, Mila can’t even see the ground she’s standing on, either can she cast a spell to light it up. In the unknown, only that spirit is looking at her in a commanding posture.
“Who are you?” She asks.
“I’m the only one who can save your beloved one right now.”
Mila twinkles her eyes in confuse. Even the spirit begins to faint away all of a sudden, not falls into darkness, but turns into a twisted figure in a shining light.
“Ker,ker…” Mila draws into a breathe of air that is stale and heat in her cough, shaking down some dust on her mane. There’s only infinite brightness and twisted scene in her sight.
She feels a force is dragging her forward, while a vague sense of warm and ripping is coming from the jaw and chest that are rubbing on the ground. Somepony’s pant comes to her ears over her back hooves rather from the air---she now knows she’s already deaf in this moment.
“Hey! Someponies are still there!” The voice seems to comes from a far distance beyond Mila’s imagination. When it’s reflecting in Mila’s head, she recognizes its Softgum’s voice, it must be. She can’t be mistaken when she has been her neighborhood since Mila moved here three year ago. But……what is she meaning?
Mila loses her conscious again, before she’s capable of thinking.
……
“So, will you accept.?”
……
“Mila!...Mila!” Mila hears cry, for her. But why for her?
“Mila!” Ace throws himself on the edge of the bed which Mila is lying on. That fire had been put out in the building, but not in Ace’s heart. The doctor said she had done everything she can, evert resources of healing magic were put in use, but still it won’t be easy to survive an 80% burnt.
Mila sees through her tightly closed eyes, she sees the tear that is running down Ace’s face, she sees his hooves trembling inside of these gauze, she sees herself---lying in a sterile room---from the reflection of his wet eyes. She looks at her back, which means when she turns her back to him, it’s shown on the purely white gauze---one day Ace is walking on the road, she can see his eyes are no longer his favorite color of celeste, but deep gray, like a mist covering the whole world for eternity. He works, lives for the sake of life itself, not for himself when his mind and body had been separated for long, long enough to roll back to today---the day that she dies.
“I accept your deal.” She whispers, hoping Ace won’t hear it.
Mila survived. And the doctor received much praise for it. But Mila doesn’t know which power makes to live again. The doctor? The spirit? Or herself? If it’s the spirit, then what’s the price of that negociation? It still remains unknown to Mila, even until today, until this present.
But whatever, it all doesn’t matter to Mila, this is just a pit of her loveberg.
Mila opens her eyes, just as usual. But the outer world is stimulating her senses in an unusual way.
The sun outside the window is still as bright and beautiful as it had been before this sleep, but the dulled window glass makes it can no longer stings her eyes; The bed under her body is as tough as a rock, but Mila doesn`t feel hurt----she`s lying inside an exact model of herself which her body pressed out on the bed. The quilt which has already stuck together with the sheet binds Mila`s body while paneling and plasters have fell down from walls and ceiling; Flower-decorated wall paper once so glamorous have turned into dust and dirt.
This is a NOW, was the PAST, will be the FUTURE.
Future is the Past
Rest in Peace
Do the dead really rest in peace, Mila asks herself, if they have unfinished duty or long-cherished wishes? Are ponies` souls strong enough to bare their masters` will to linger until the duties are done? It`s still unknown to Mila, since she has never died before. But she hopes her soul are not so strong, she wishes to die in silence.
If the world can`t satisfy any wish anymore, maybe it will be better to just let go.
Peut-être une bonne idée……
Mila neatens the feather on her pen, and places it back into the ink bottle again. Then she raises up from the chair and straightens her clothes and trotted out of the room in which a lit hearth is still burning. It`s a noisy world outside, with tasty cranberry juice and magnificent towers and countless ponies.
Mila draws fresh air in, at the moment, she suddenly thinks of one question.
Will the vitality-filled world leaves behind a soul after someday it happens to die?
“DONG!” That’s the Copper Bell Ringing
Mila thinks of the question which was brought out countless years ago once more, and so far until NOW, she hasn’t sensed any kind of soul lingering or floating or lurking. NOW, she has decided in mind that a soul of a pony won’t stay in the reality world, after all, a soul from a pony is far more weak than one from the world. How can a pony leaves anything behind since the whole world’s soul had vanished.
NOW, Mila is wandering around this land. She can only remember to have raised up from the bed in a dizzy, pushed the shabby wooden door, and totally ignored the building behind that might be the only ruin of pony civilization. NOW, she’s aimless. Maybe she shall choose a direction to move on, but she just can’t decide which direction to go. At LAST, she’s still wandering aimlessly, continually ,hoping to run into something interesting.
The remaining of the world is filled with plants that Mila has never seen. They cover the whole land and the color green consumes everything, including earth and sky, everything. Even though Mila knows that the sun is still above her head, the eventide type of darkness in the forests makes her hard to believe it’s in the time of high noon. Still the grass fills the space between trees in the dark, bush with cherries which are absolutely new to Mila appears once in a while, too. Some of the berries have small purple pits on its blue surface, some have thorn in yellowish-green on its red surface.
However, this time-brimmed world has no vitality, it is dead.
When Mila stops, she can hear nothing, even the sound of wind passes over treetops doesn’t exist. This silence is even more terrifying than deaf to a pony: When Mila breathes, there’s nothing resonates with her, when Mila closes her eyes, she feels like death.
Mila takes a deep breath. She has made the decision: Anyway she will trot, until her death, or find a place of vitality, in the forlorn hope.
“Dong, dong, dong.” A dull sound of a copper bell come over from a place maybe not that far in the forest, without stampeded birds, remain the silent-still earth. Mila looks up at that direction, but could not even sees an outlook of the bell tower. Though the trees veil the her target, NOW Mila at least have one. Mila thinks she has seen the hope, at least the glimmer of hope, Mila’s wandering finally has an end now, she will find that bell tower, bring her wandering to that end.
Because right here, the bell rang, dong dong dong, it rings.
Smile
“Come on, gimme a smile?” Mila asks the mare on the bed in front of her. So she drags the skin and flesh on her face showing the teeth inside, makes the radian of the teeth itself a smile.
This is a hospital in the ponyvalle in which several injured from that big fire burst on the town square ten days ago stays. Mila——as a volunteer——is now helping one of them to recover.
“Nicely recovered!” Mila notes in relief, covering the gauze on the wound on the mare’s face again. ”Great, now I’m going to do the dressing change.” She reaches her hoof to the gauze bounded mare.
“vmm…vmm!” The mare moves her body constantly but in vain, even though she opens her eyes so widely.
“No? Impossible, it must be done. Or your wounds will be effected in a minute.” Mila pulls down the hanging legs and holds the scissors in magic.
“Vmm!”
“Stop yelling.” Mila scissors the gauze in a sudden.
“VMM!!!”
“Yeah, yeah, I kwon it hurts. But can’t you just hold yourself in a minute?” Mila continues the movement at hoof, tear the bandages off little by little.
“Vmm(No!)!” Mila notices that pony has even welled tear in a minute, so she decides not to look at it. She bents her head, continuing the work that must be done.
“OHHH!” She screams again with the last gauze been tore down.
“Alright, OK, it’s done.” Mila throws the blood-stained gauze into the trash bin, wipe off the sweat on her forehead.
That pony finally can take her breath, Mila carefully gives her embrocation, and wraps it in new gauze.
“Fine.” Mila fastens that leg, washes her hooves, and uncovers the mare’s face again.
“Give me another smile?” She smiles to the mare, whose tears are still remaining in her eyes.
The Roads are Under the Hooves
Nopony hears more screams and lies than Mila, as a bottom medic in wars. Though she was a merely medic, the screams were even more harsh in addition to the very lies medics told the wounded.
NOW, Mila just wishes to hear more, in the silence. She recalls that, though a soldier named Finre is dying so hard, Ace still kept telling him that he will be alright, the injures are recovering.
However, the gauzes weren’t big enough to cover his wounds.
She quitted the operas of war ever after that show, or to sat never be behind the scenes, anyway she never have anything to do with it anymore, and refuse to learn anything about it. NOW, she suddenly begins to think if the world turned into this……dead thing just because of a war. Maybe yes, maybe not, anyway she’s just guessing, until she finds something to prove it.
But what can she do even if she find a proof, or proves?
Yet she has to admit that, this world has more comfortable ways than the previous one. The soft grasses surely provide better trotting experience than a hard dirt road. What’s more, shades beneath such flourishing trees have no boskage inside. Since Mila decided the location of that bell tower, she has never change her direction, no mention losing her way.
NOW, I can have a direction at least, she thinks, in this domain of death, I still have roads under my hooves.
Mila lights up the way of advancing, she recognize in a moment that she’s so lucky to be still capable of using magic which she has long thought to be granted. The world still bares magic, not like that world linked to this one by a mirror ages ago. A so called “human” will certainly die shortly because of darkness in this forest, one will lost in the endless dark forest.
Before they die in loneliness just like she will?
But what’s the meaning to live longer in such a world? What’s the meaning of finding a way in such a forest?
Mila shakes her head, she still unable to think these things even she’s bored to death. Her mind has a goal, her hooves have a road. That’s enough.
Primary Colors
“There are three kinds of primary colors in the world, and every other kinds of colors consists of them.” Mila states to the students in front of her, and now, the three colors——red, green and blue——are showing on the blackboard.
“Just like we Land pony, Unicorn and Pegasus?” A red skin filly raises up her hoof and asks.
“Eh…yes, right, nearly.” Mila agrees in doubt. She’s not sure if this metaphor is proper, but anyway, just they can understand.
“Oh~” The whole class seems to have understood.
Mila sighs. Maybe she shall return to the normal school and study her causes over again. She can’t even solve such a problem better than a 5-year-old filly. She thinks.
“At least you made that 5-year-old filly understand.” A voice from a mature pony comes over from the door. Mila turns her head to see her superior, her former superior in the battlefield medic center.
“You really should look at your expression right now! HA, it seems my mind-reading didn’t grow worse during such a time.” Ace says in a big smile.
“Who is he, teacher?” Several students ask.
“He……is the special guest for us to have today, and he will explain to you so vividly about the Primary Colors!“ Mila licks her lips, trots to Ace and pulls him in, ”Come on, Mr.Ace, introduce yourself.”
Ace looks at her scornfully and starts his speech.
100% Succeed. That’s the only clear expression left in Mila’s mind about that speech, otherwise are faint and dull, just like what you see from Dragon’s Land towards the Mont Aris. Even for a pony who can do mind-reading like Ace, it’s not an easy thing to explain to these fillies clearly.
“Hey!” Ace waves his hoof in front of Mila’s eyes, ”I’ve spent all my strength trying to explain it well on that stage, and you just staying here distracted? Shouldn’t you try to learn something from my speech?”
“I can’t do mind-reading like you, what kind of effect I can do with your method?” Mila pushes his hoof aside and walks to the stage only to find that Ace has already declared class dismiss
“Don’t you worry about what if I will say something after class like assigning homework?”
“You won’t take them over, I’m confident about that.“ Ace shakes his hoof, “You will Never.”
“You just read my heart, don’t pretend to know me well.”
Ace put one arm round of Mila’s neck, and points his chest with the other one. “Your heart is all here, there’s no need to read it anymore.”
“Ha, I knew you’ll say that again.” she wipes his arm down, “But I love it.”
A silly smile spreads out on Mila’s face as she seeing Ace’s stupid smile.
“Do you know why the Primary Colors they are primary color?” Mila suddenly asks.
“Wh…what?”
“DO YOU KNOW WHY THE PRIMARY COLORS ARE PRIMARY COLOR?” Mila repeats her words in a very slow speed.
“Because……all other colors are consist of them?”
“No.”
“Then what it is?”
“Because they can’t be compose, can’t be decomposition.” She stares into Ace’s eyes.
We Go, or We Stay
Mila thinks it as a fortune that this dead world still has a alternation of day-night ,she can at least get to know she has been walking for about six hours. Now she has stepped into the first night here; What also makes her feel to be fortunate is the fear that rises deep inside of her mind, because fear means she still has something she desires that hasn’t been obtained. Now, she is on her way for that thing——that bell tower.
It’s dark in the forest, though it doesn’t get much darker than the day. The overwhelming green turns to haze of gray color pieces in the dim moonlight, but the glow of Mila’s magic can only lights a so limited an area that she is almost moving forward step by step. She’s clear about that things will only get more complicated if she happens to fall into some ditch or pit, though she’s not afraid of complexity anymore. Mila also had the thought of resting last light, this proved her body could feel tiredness, but her mind didn’t allow it. She feared to lose the way again when she wakes up again. At Last, she kept trotting in the dark green and faint gray.
By the time Mila notices that wisp of brown in the overwhelming green, it’s hard to tell how long it have passed. Maybe after the moon had raised up to the celestial peak. Mila focuses her magic light on it to witness the true face of it.
A wooden spoke, that is.
With distinct marks of worn away on it, the spoke is half buried in the dirt. Mila gazes upon it, fixed, concentrated, self-buried in. All is tearing apart this quiet to a deeper silence.
In a moment, an urge from an ancient instinct drives Mila to touch it, to analyze it. Mila walks close, slowly. No further information is found on that spoke, but Mila’s magic light lights up something more interesting---A hut. It’s thatched roof had fallen down for long, left with the never rotting withered grass covering the floor in the hut.
Mila gets closer and closer to the side with a doorway which still can be seen what it used to be. So do the flanks. Mila can’t see its back side from this spot.
It’s just a NORMAL relic of pony civilization, Mila thinks, but at this point, another simple question strikes Mila.
We go? Or we stay?
A Tip of Loveberg
“You’re going to make a bargain with me, here and now.” The spirit in front of Mila says so.
It’s really dark over here, Mila can’t even see the ground she’s standing on, either can she cast a spell to light it up. In the unknown, only that spirit is looking at her in a commanding posture.
“Who are you?” She asks.
“I’m the only one who can save your beloved one right now.”
Mila twinkles her eyes in confuse. Even the spirit begins to faint away all of a sudden, not falls into darkness, but turns into a twisted figure in a shining light.
“Ker,ker…” Mila draws into a breathe of air that is stale and heat in her cough, shaking down some dust on her mane. There’s only infinite brightness and twisted scene in her sight.
She feels a force is dragging her forward, while a vague sense of warm and ripping is coming from the jaw and chest that are rubbing on the ground. Somepony’s pant comes to her ears over her back hooves rather from the air---she now knows she’s already deaf in this moment.
“Hey! Someponies are still there!” The voice seems to comes from a far distance beyond Mila’s imagination. When it’s reflecting in Mila’s head, she recognizes its Softgum’s voice, it must be. She can’t be mistaken when she has been her neighborhood since Mila moved here three year ago. But……what is she meaning?
Mila loses her conscious again, before she’s capable of thinking.
……
“So, will you accept.?”
……
“Mila!...Mila!” Mila hears cry, for her. But why for her?
“Mila!” Ace throws himself on the edge of the bed which Mila is lying on. That fire had been put out in the building, but not in Ace’s heart. The doctor said she had done everything she can, evert resources of healing magic were put in use, but still it won’t be easy to survive an 80% burnt.
Mila sees through her tightly closed eyes, she sees the tear that is running down Ace’s face, she sees his hooves trembling inside of these gauze, she sees herself---lying in a sterile room---from the reflection of his wet eyes. She looks at her back, which means when she turns her back to him, it’s shown on the purely white gauze---one day Ace is walking on the road, she can see his eyes are no longer his favorite color of celeste, but deep gray, like a mist covering the whole world for eternity. He works, lives for the sake of life itself, not for himself when his mind and body had been separated for long, long enough to roll back to today---the day that she dies.
“I accept your deal.” She whispers, hoping Ace won’t hear it.
Mila survived. And the doctor received much praise for it. But Mila doesn’t know which power makes to live again. The doctor? The spirit? Or herself? If it’s the spirit, then what’s the price of that negociation? It still remains unknown to Mila, even until today, until this present.
But whatever, it all doesn’t matter to Mila, this is just a pit of her loveberg.