Epilogue

(Thepple was right, this story needed an epilogue. I hope you like it. If you don’t... I’m doubly sorry)

   Francisco left the quill over the desk, and frowned while contemplating the white sheet of paper. He was out of inspiration that afternoon.

   He looked trough the window, at Ponyville. Four years had passed since its arrival to Equestria. His relationship with Pinkie Pie had advanced, and now he lived in her room, one with magnificent sights of the town. Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake were talking already, and their spontaneus explosions of flight and magic had stopped. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had adquired their cutie marks (a hammer and some nails, a musical note, and a silver scooter, respectively), but they were still as active as always. Rainbow Dash had finally managed to enter in the Wonderbolts, even though she still had to pass the trainings before having her own suit, but she always found some spare time to spent with her old friends... and Derpy. The gray pegasus had become a full new member of the group.

   Of course, not everything had been joy and peace in those four years. There had been threats, monsters, evil entities... but the Elements of Harmony were more than enough to take care of them.

   At first, the ponies had missed Francisco’s transformations, since they made several tasks easier, but eventually they rolled with it. They had been doing those task without supernatural help many years before the shapeshifter, and they could still do them after.

   Francisco went stairs down. He was a bit thirsty.

   The black stallion approached the fridge and put one hoof in the door... but then he waited. Everything was quiet, too quiet. Francisco knew what that meant...

   “Aha!” he said, opening the fridge. However, nopony jumped from inside.

   Francisco shrugged, thinking that maybe Pinkie was already tired of startling him, and he took a milkshake. Ah, nothing like a fresh drink in a quiet Spring afternoo...

   “Hi!” shouted Pinkie Pie, coming from the sink.

   “Ah!” Francisco almost dropped the milkshake. “What?! How did you...? Oh, who cares... Hi, Pinkie.”

   “Can we go to play somewhere?” she asked, bouncing. “I was going to do some pranks with Rainbow Dash, but she has to train. Can we go play? Can we, can we?”

   “Sure, why not?” Francisco finished the milkshake.

   “Weeeeee!”

   In those four years, the black stallion had been happy. He still hadn’t published anything, it seemed that Destiny didn’t want him to become a writer in any universe, but he didn’t care. He was in an incredible world, with probably one of the best families (even though they weren’t blood related), and with amazing friends.

   There was no room for more happiness.

   When they opened the door to go outside, Derpy Hooves landed in front of them.

   “I have a letter!” she announced. “It’s for you, Francisco!”

   “Really?” he wasn’t expecting anyone.

   The black stallion took the letter and read it. He read it several times, and his pupils became bigger. They also sparkled.

   “Yes!” he shouted, dropping the letter and hugging both Pinkie and Derpy. Then, he started to bounce all over the place, while repeating: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

   Great, he had become the new Twilight Sparkle...

   Pinkie and Derpy took the letter and read it:

Dear Mr. Francisco,

We are much pleased to inform you that we have decided to publish your book ‘A hoof of Antares’, and that we will take care of all expenses of publication. Please, come to Canterlot as soon as possible to sign the contract.

Yours sincerely,

Editorial SilverQuill.

   Francisco was wrong. There’s always enough room for more happiness.

THE END (this time, seriously)