The Elements of Turmoil

By RadaVonVon

Epilogue

“Augh! Clockwork! Hurry up. We’re gonna be late for the party.”

“Okay, okay. Just… just let me get to writing this.”

“No, come on.” Twilight groaned.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll write it along the way. Or while we’re there.”

“Sure, that’s fine. Just, for the love of Harmony, hurry it up.”

Clockwork grunted in response, grabbing a quill and paper with his hooves, and beginning to write as he walked.

Dear everypony,

Life is kind of funny sometimes. It really doesn’t matter who you are.

They found thousands of historical records, completely uncensored. Things Luna had written. Princess Celestia, if you can really call her that, was responsible for all of it. When Luna supposedly ‘took over’, was just Celestia, trying to do the same and cause eternal day.

She wasn’t all that bad. She altered everypony’s memories into believing the Nightmare Moon incident had happened, to give Twilight and everypony the confidence they needed to fight against Discord when he showed up initially.

Clockwork paused, trotting alongside Twilight Sparkle while she nudged him along. A blue Pegasus came and flanked his right side, nuzzling his neck for a moment. “Hey,” She smiled at him, then glanced at his forehead and frowned.

Clockwork paused. “Hey.” He answered.

“What’cha doing?” Solar Flare asked, leaning over.

“Writing a letter.”

“To who?”

Clockwork paused, seeming thoughtful. “I don’t know. Whoever comes across it.”

Solar Flare shrugged as Clockwork continued writing.

This brings me to another point. Not everyone is bad or good. Discord made bad decisions, Celestia made bad decisions, I made bad decisions, you make good decisions. That doesn’t mean anyone’s bad or good.

“Hay, it looks like everyone’s already there.” Solar Flare mumbled, raising her head and standing on the tips of her hooves to better see the distant Sugarcube Corner.

“Just wait a second.” Clockwork mumbled, continuing to scribble letters on the sheet of yellowed parchment in front of him.

Sometimes, not everything works out. Relationships with people don’t always work, but you always have to be willing to try something new. Everything is worth a try.

You may think you have it all figured out, and you may think that you’re right and no one else is worth your time. But, if you give it a shot, you may find it’s the opposite. You may need other people to give you a shove in the right direction if you find you’re walking sideways. That’s what friendship is about.

He paused to glance down at Solar Flare’s flank, where sat a lightning bolt. She couldn’t fly quickly, but she was quick enough on the ground. He continued glancing ahead. He darted ahead to hold the door open for her. She smiled and ducked through, with him following and Twilight going in last.

Doctor Whooves was already there. He smiled nervously at Clockwork.

Sometimes, some ponies make mistakes. It’s normal. No one’s perfect.

Not everypony is perfect, and though you may not be good at a lot of things, you’re bound to be good at something. It’s important that you always try hard, though. No matter what.

Discord and Pinkie dancing in the corner caught his eye, but he shrugged it off. He walked back into the kitchen. “Hey, Chaos!”

“Hey, Clockwork~!” Candied Chaos called, pulling a tray of cupcakes from the oven. A tornado sat on her flank. She stood beside Sir Prize, who now had a cutie mark of a golden apple. However these two had been obtained, he wasn’t sure.

You may not always understand a pony until you get to know them, since everypony is different. It’s just normal. You don’t know what they’ve gone through, or what they’re really like.

Sometimes, there’s just one pony who stands out among the rest, and though others may not understand it, it’s often that they’re the only one that makes you happy.

Solar Flare paused, pushing Clockwork up against a wall and raising an eyebrow. “Hey.” She murmured, kissing him briefly. His cheeks reddened.

“Uh. Hey.”

It may not always work, but sometimes, things are worth a try.

I’ve learned a lot, and I can only hope to learn more. I’m becoming forgiving, and I still have so much more to learn about everything in the world. After all, I really am only a foal.

Your faithful and ever learning student,

Clockwork

The unicorn paused, picking up the letter and folding it into thirds. Perhaps he’d drop it somewhere in the library for someone to discover. It gave him an odd sense of closure. He shrugged it off. Someone would come across it and learn something, perhaps.

Solar Flare backed off of him slightly. “I’m glad we’re trying this.” She murmured with a smile. Clockwork laughed, unsure.

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “Yeah, I guess I am, too. I mean, it’s worth a shot…” He saw Soarin glaring at him from the corner of his eye and anxiously scratched the back of his neck.

“It is.” Flare nodded, grinning widely.

Whooves approached him, looking nervous. “Uh, hello.” He mumbled. Clockwork had become accustomed to his accent.

“Hello.” The unicorn mumbled, glancing in a mirror across the room. Sometimes, the absence of his horn still shocked him briefly. The whitish scars on his forehead made up for a portion of this, but it still occasionally made him jump. Through some series of odd events that Whooves and Twilight had refused to explain to him, they had managed to save him from near-death with the removal of his horn.

“Uh, is that… Is she your marefriend? The Pegasus?”

Clockwork scoffed. “I suppose.” He mumbled, refusing to look at the earth pony. His presence was odd, and he was still learning to be forgiving and get accustomed to his appearance. “Nothing serious though, it’s probably not going to last long. We are just foals.”

“Yeah.” The Doctor mumbled, his eyes gazing at nothing in particular in the distance.

Clockwork paused, glancing back briefly at his flank. A quill, with several sparkles surrounding it. It’d appeared the other night, when scribbling out a manuscript of a recording of the history of Discordia, what he’d managed to gather from the uncensored records.

The once-Unicorn smirked, before turning to the Doctor. “So, what’s this blue police barn I keep seeing everywhere?”