And my three bodies reunite, and I return to my real form.

And the hooves become hands, the fur becomes clothes, the muzzle becomes mouth. The tail dissapears and now I only have two legs.

The four mares are reunited once again. I can hear them calling each other's names, cheering, smiling, laughing. But I can't see them, for I am still changing.

And when the transformation ends, the little ponies look at me once again and their faces are filled with surprise.

Ar. Ag. On. I can stop faking my identity. For now they know the truth.

"...Aragón? You were...?"

"It was me the whole time," I answer. Then I smile. They seem to be happy to be together.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack are hugging, too relieved to see each other to care about their sentimental issue. I avoid looking at them directly. I want to give them some privacy.

"Oh my," says Rarity, her left eye twitching. She doesn't seem pleased to see me. "You? I called you a true gentlecolt?!"

"I was lectured by a retarded author." Dash hits her face with a hoof without breaking AJ's hug. "Come on! I can't believe it! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I was defeated," I say. "Same as you."

And then the Void is in silence. Rainbow frowns and mutters something, not knowing what to think or what to do. Twilight puts on a worried look. Rarity bits her lip and looks at her friends, trying to guess what to do.

My smile goes away. I knew they hate me. Here I know everything. I insulted Celestia. I tried to kill Sweetie Belle. I played with AJ and Rainbow Dash's feelings. I brought them nothing but pain.

I knew they hate me.

But that doesn't mean that it hurts less.

I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I didn't act as I should have to, but I was stupid back then. That doesn't mean anything. They won't forgive me.

I look down. This is the reason why I hided my identity when I wanted to heal them. I knew they wouldn't have listened to me. "I..."

"I'm sorry. At least, it seems you're okay now." Applejack's voice interrupts me. I frown and look up, and I see the farmer's face.

She's smiling at me. She's feeling sad? She shouldn't.

There's no time for this.

This is not my story. This is their story. They're the heroes, and they're the ones who shall return to their friend's side and help them.

"I'm okay," I answer, looking at those beautiful green eyes. "Thanks for the feeling. But I'm not important right now." I cross my arms and my legs, acting as if I could sit down in the Void, where everything is just an empty space. "I'm being frantic: your friends are in danger."

Their reaction is the same I thought they would have. Some of them gasp, Rarity screams a little, some of them frown and all of them are worried.

"What do you mean?!" Twilight tries to approach me, once again without success. "Is Greentalk...?!"

"Yes." I nod and sigh. "Greentalk killed me. I don't know if the one who zapped me was Chrysalis or Discord. Maybe both of them did it. Unless they tell the readers, there's no way to know. And I was with Fluttershy, Pinkie and Pinkamena at the time they appeared."

"Pinkamena." Dash raises an eyebrow. "Do you mean the Pinkie who didn't talk in pink? The assassin?"

"Exactly." I turn around. Now I'm not facing the ponies, and I find easier to talk. "Pinkamena is an alternative incarnation of Pinkie. She thinks she's some kind of... clone, who was created when her alter ego looked at a picture of a grimdark Pinkie with a knife. She's one of u -One of the heroes too." I gulp. "They're in danger. Greentalk is right in front of them, and they want to kill..."

"Then why are we talking?!" Dash's voice comes out. "Send us to them already, you idiot!"

"We have all the time we want." Rarity answers the pegasus. "Here time doesn't run at the same speed than outside, he told us before."

"Oh, of course. He told you," snarks the rainbow maned mare. "And we all know we can trust him, right?"

"I know everything about this world." I smile at the pegasus' rant. Facing them once again, I point at the unicorns with my head. "And it makes sense. Right, Twilight? Rarity?"

"Eh..."

"Well, if this is an alternative dimension with multiple..."

"No, no." I shake my head. "Don't you get it? A character never dies unless the reader forgets it, right? And the first reader, and the most important one, is always..."

"...the editor?" asks Applejack.

"The author", says Twilight. "And... If you are here, and you know everything here at the Void, then... this is your...?"

"This is my mind," I answer.

Silence. Twilight frowns and looks at me. Rainbow Dash looks at Rarity and both of them shrug, giving up and not trying to guess anything more. Applejack puts a weird face and mutters something that I can't hear.

I sigh. Now it's the time for exposition.

So I start to talk.

"There's no way we can be sure about the real number of authors this story has. I'm the lowest one, and then there's Spike, and then there's at least one more. In fact, there's the posibility that Greentalk is another author and everything is happening in their sick mind.
But, as I said, we can be sure that I'm an author. That means that I can create, I can write, I can manipulate. My power is not enough to fix everything. But you're still my creations."

"You created us when you started to write," says Twilight. "That's the reason why we're here? In... your mind? But why is your mind the Void? How can you shapesift and...?"

"I created Applejack and Rainbow Dash first," I interrupt. "And then you, Twilight, and the last one was Rarity. I can't control you. Hell, you hit me and sent me to the hospital, so that point is obvious. You're at least in the same level of the cake than me. You may even be higher -the purple talking, remember?
But even without power, I still can decide when you live and when you die. You are my daughters. Greentalk can attack you, but I can send you back in the story as many times as I want."

"Ssooo..." Rainbow raises an eyebrow. "We're kind of inmortal?"

"As long as I'm still here, yes. You are." I smile. "An author can resuscitate his characters, right? It may be a horrible way to write a story, but I'm not a good writer, so it doesn't matter."

"Hold on a minute." Twilight raises a hoof, interrupting me. "This doesn't make sense. If this is your mind, I guess it makes sense we're here, because we're your creations. We're always in your mind, and you're an author an... Well, everything you said. But if you were defeated, and you're a character too, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your own author's mind?"

"True." I nod. "But think a minute. If I'm your author and I have an author, my author is yours as well. He created you creating me before." I sigh. "You can say that this is my mind and his as well. My mind is inside his mind... Well, okay, let me start again."

"I told you," muttersh Dash, "it's impossible for him to give a correct explanation. He's too retarded for that."

I roll my eyes. "No, Dash, it's not like I can't explain this. It's just that I didn't start where I should have started." I clear my throat. "The space where you are is my mind, because you are my creations. You were born in my mind, and you go to my mind when you die. That's easy to understand, right?"

"Got it."

"Easy as pie."

"That's the same thing you explained before..."

"Why are we listening to him again? OUR FRIENDS ARE IN DANGER!"

"You'll be with them as soon as possible," I say, "but first listen to me. You are in my mind because you're my creations. And the same explanations goes for me: I'm just a character and I'm in my author's mind."

"But you're with us. We're all in the Void," says Twilight.

"Yes, because my mind is my author's mind too. And his mind is the Void. So you're inside my mind, and as I'm in the Void, you're here too."

Applejack sighs. "We got it, sugarcube. You should have started with this."

"Well, now it's easy to say that."

"That would explain the multiple dimensions of the Void," says Twilight. "This is a mix of minds that overlap, so there's a lot of... stuff."

Rarity looks at her. "Stuff? That's it? You were amazed about all those things a couple minutes ago and now all you can say is that "there's some stuff"?"

"Please, Twilight, don't answer that." Rainbow Dash smirks. I notice for the first time that she and AJ are not hugging anymore. When did that happen? "For once, I would like to hear an explanation that I understand, thanks."

"Oh. Sorry, Rainbow."

"The thing is..." I interrupt the mares once more, trying to finish this conversation. "The thing is that here I have no limits with you. In the Void I know everything, for I'm in the mind of the author... and I can do a lot of things, like sending you to the story again."

"You're powerful here because yes. Okay." Rainbow nods. "Girls, let's go. Author, do your job and..."

"Wait a moment." Rarity frowns. "Excuse me if I'm wrong, but... you can send us back to the story because you're our author?"

"I think I've said that like twenty-nine times, yes."

"Then what about you? You can go again to the story because you're your own author or...?"

I bit my lip. "About that..."

"You're not your own author," says Twilight. "That's for sure. And a character can go back into a story on his own, there needs to be somepony writing the story. So..."

"You can go back, right?" Applejack looks at me worried. She gazes upon the other girls, who seem to be unconfortable. Then, her eyes are again on me. "You're coming with us."

"Eh..." I scratch my head. "I'm afraid that... not." I smile. "I'm your author so you can go back, but nobody has any idea about my author, so... Killed off for real, I guess."

Silence fills the Void again as the four mares gulp and look at each other. Some of them try to say something, but...

"Your friends are in danger, so please, don't make a drama out of this," I point. "I'm stuck here at the Void because I'm dead, but you can resucitate. That's good. No more Aragón bothering the ponies, so..."

"I kinda hate you." Rainbow interrupts me one more time, because the mare doesn't give a crap about my speech. "But... well, you helped me a little back then, and... it was fun to hit you. And Pinkie seems to like you." She shrugs. "Of all the people I don't like, you're the least hateful. It's a shame you can't go back."

I'm genuinely touched. "Well, thanks, but..."

"You insulted Celestia, but I forgave you a long time ago," says Twilight. "And you are a good person. Just a little... too odd for me. But I don't want you to be dead. That's horrible. I'm sorry."

"Aha. Girls..."

"You helped me a lot." Applejack smiles. "So you're a friend of mine now. Everything's forgotten. You didn't seem to know what you were doing back at the beginning... although I still didn't like that romantic stuff of yours. Rest in peace, sugarcube. You died trying to protect our friends. It's been a honor."

"You're not letting me talk until you've finished, right. Notice the lack of a question mark. I'm not even asking."

"Darling, you tried to kill Sweetie Belle." Rarity sighs. "But as Applejack has said, you didn't know what you were doing then, so it's not like I want you to be dead... or at least I want you to be dead just a little." She tries to smile, but it seems forced. "And... that was a nice hat?"

"Very touching. Really." I shake my head. "But now you need to go back to the story. I'll try to send you at the exact moment I died, but the timeline is broken, so I may not be able. I'm sorry. I'll send you all toghether, though. I wont split the party."

The six mares nod. There's no place for more farewells. I talk one last time.

"Ah, before I send you... A little advice.

Rainbow, a long long time ago, in a story far away, somepony killed you and baked you..."

"Baked me?"

"Baked you. But it was not her fault. Remember that. You're cool with everything, and out there there's some ponies that are cool too.
Applejack... just be honest, and don't be afraid. They hurt you. Now it's the time to buck them in the face.
And for the unicorns..." I touch my nose. "I'm the grumpy old man who gives advice and dies, you are the heroes. Inteligence and fashion. Use both. Magic is not your best weapon here."

"May I ask why are you saying this?"

"Nope. Now go and save the day. Adiós."

And then they're gone. There's no special effects, or explosions, or weird sounds. They were here, now they aren't. The end.

I turn around and look at the Void. So white, so empty, so horrible. It's such a boring place.

I've said the truth... mostly. I can't go back by myself, for I'm not my own author. But that doesn't mean that I can't return.

I'm stuck in the Void. In my mind, in his mind, in your mind. But there's the thing: this is not a normal story. There are characters, but the readers can interact if they're clever; now that I'm in the Void I know that.

But sometimes they try to interact and fail, because the real author thinks the things they send to the story are too powerful or silly. So those things are left behind and end...

*Throws said hammer*

*A whale and a poted plant falling*

* Gives Aragón a baby Discord*

*Throws a ladder to travel between levels*

*Makes all records and record players in the setting play Homestuck music in order of creation.*

*Makes robots appear. All of them follow any order given by anyone without any question, orders which can be overridden by other orders. The only exception is the order to be Loyal. They're everywhere. And they look like little ponies.*

*Sends Tank the Helitortoise*

...in the author's mind as rejected ideas.

The Void is not silent anymore. There are a lot of things, there's so much chaos...

"Well, I guess this is enough. Now, let's see that ladder... oh, it's made of frosting. How cute."