"You're sure this is the place?" Brandon looked over to his companion, who had her nose buried in a book as always. "Yes...that dimensional gate," the snow-white haired woman replied. Her light blue gown was turned into a darkish color as the desert sand struck against it. "Tell me, Brandon, why in the world have you been searching for this? It's just some ancient myth." "Well, all myths have a certain truth to it, Finola." Brandon looked toward her with a smile. "Besides, I have...well, a friend or two I need to see."
Finola smiled, scrubbing dust and sand out from the one bow tied in her hair, keeping the strands out of her face. "You honestly believe you lived through all of that? Talking horses, unicorns, where there's no death or anything?" "There's no such thing as a world without death, Finny, but keep in mind, I was only a kid. When you're a child, you don't perceive the true nature of death. It's not really a goodbye. But..." Brandon smiled as he remembered those days he would sneak out of school to talk to his friend, Fluttershy. His most recent memory was "Yeah. Of course I did. Besides, if you didn't believe me, you wouldn't have come along."
"You know me too well," Finola sighed and snapped her book shut, "But, think about it. A lot could have changed in those years. Just as things have changed for you." Brandon ignored his long-time friend, and gazed upon the ruins in front of him. "Some say this place was constructed at the beginning of time...as a way to connect every world together, in one little string of chance." Finola sighed, and walked past Brandon, still caught in a daydream. "Then again, there's really no evidence at all this Gate exists, much less that it actually works..."
Brandon grinned, and continued his trek onward, into the temple. It was there, Brandon would find the key to the place he considered home, and perhaps the answer to his existence.
