The sword of fate swung true and cleaved off the last head of the proverbial hydra plaguing this land. But unlike the mythical creature of legend no new head reared. All that remained was a body that flailed around in search of leadership, but finding nothing as we dispatched each splinter group in turn.

The war...was over. It was if a weight that nopony knew was there had been lifted from our collective minds and bodies. Peace for the most part was finally achieved, though the cost was great. Countless lives down throughout the millennia of conflict had been extinguished, but they shall not be forgotten.

As for everypony else we made our own various paths down the years in hopes of rebuilding our futures. First off there was Applejack and while she still remained close to her roots, her unfortunate condition of lycanthropy still plagued her. However she took such things in stride I suppose, but she faded more into the background of the Apple family as she hid her new nature and "unique" appetites. Though her family did get clues of such every now and again in that their crops were always free of animal pests.

Rarity on the other hoof took up fencing again and seemed to incorporate such things into her new fashion trends. She even developed a rather odd set of opera masks that looked vaguely like the one she made for my late mother. I had once asked her about them, but she merely put the back of her hoof to her mouth and looked sorrowful before changing the subject. I suppose she may have missed her almost as much as I do.

Rainbow Dash however had more of an interesting time reconciling her new vampiric state. Given that she could not stay in the sun for long her dreams of becoming a Wonderbolt was snuffed out. But that did not stifle her hopes though. For with the support and permission of Princess Luna she founded the "Shadowbolts". And their nighttime routines soon rivaled even the Wonderbolts themselves admittedly. Cloud Streak ultimately joined her in this endeavor and while Cloud Streak herself was still under my command it was more of "on paper" than actual reality. I did not push the matter, they deserved it after what we had been through.

Pinkie Pie ran off on the road with some fellow named "Cheese Sandwich". Traveling entertainers in a way, but she always returned home at the drop of hat as it were when the Cakes needed a baby sitter. What else she did with her life was well...best summed up as her being "Pinkie Pie" I suppose is what you would call it.

Fluttershy remained at Canterlot for a while and aided in the medical supply upkeep of the hospital there. It appears her animal friends had quite the knack if you will at finding wild herbs and medicines. And being she was truly the only one able to properly talk to them she became the center point of that plan. After a while of this she returned to her cottage and continued living a quiet life with her animal shelter.

As for Oculus, he recovered luckily and I quickly put him to work under my command. I was still truly miffed at him, but I found that his near constant paranoia that others would discover what he had done was punishment enough. And well the fact that having a channeler of moonlight magic kept things nice and cool on those hot summer nights.

Night Fang in the end did not change all that much. She was still glib with others and her ex-assassin nature had to be culled every so often, but she still remained loyal. Though in an odd sort of twist her and Oculus became somehow smitten in a strange and borderline frightening relationship. However, I chose not to ask too many questions about such things, it was far safer that way.

Sharp Fang and Silver Mane did not know what to do with themselves for the most part. I kept them under my proverbial wing to keep them out of trouble, though it was not difficult. I believe they looked to me as a father figure of sorts like Cloud Streak did, much to her jealousy. Eventually they became my somewhat of a de facto back-up in my duties as Death's advocate and quite useful at that.

As for Twilight her new responsibilities as Life's Advocate made her life a bit more complex, but nothing she could not handle. Though plant life did seem to bloom and grow far more quickly every time she sneezed...or walked on them...or pretty much existed anywhere near them actually. At least my mint tea crop never withered because of this. And on a side note it appears her bodyguard was never truly relieved of his duties and was always close by. We mulled over the idea of perhaps of something more "formal", but the thought of being a prince did not sit well with me, at least for the time being. However we ultimately did have a castle built for us as a gift from the Princesses and several others in thanks so I suppose that was a benefit.

But that is truly all there is to tell to be honest. Time moved ever onward and my duties never seemed to stop piling up. Oh the grand irony that the Advocate of Death rarely rested. But even with all this, for the first time for as long as I could remember, I found myself smiling and actually looking forward to what the future held.