Harmony Side Effects
by TrollestiaSubject

Send A Heartbeat To:

Applejack was back in the old farmhouse when she saw it coming.

She saw it walking through the door, and she just knew, at that precise moment.

The furniture was old and brittle, and the sound that Applejack's body was doing while it was being crushed against it, would have been enough to alert anypony of what was going on there, if there had been anypony around to hear something.

“To be honest, I never thought it was goin’ to be like this.” She said through the beating of her life. Acknowledging that her time had come.

The old and abandoned house on Sweet Apple Acres was the only witness. It was mess, and it wasn't fast. Applejack had fought back trying to not make it easy.

But it was.

"Hey, Apple Bloom! Are you alright?" Babs yelled after her cousin as they left the rundown building.

“Yes! Yes! I just... No!” Apple Bloom said nearly hyperventilating, before coughing a couple of times, clinging to the banisters of the veranda just outside of the house, gasping for air. Babs knew she was trying to conceal her crying.

“You didn’t have to come. Somepony else could investigate this case, I could identify the body, I...-”

“I was her only family!” Apple Bloom interrupted with anger, at the verge of tears.

"Hey... You know that's not true,” Babs answered, shocked, but comprehensively.

“It’s not the same, I... You know what I meant...” Apple Bloom claimed, not being able to hold her tears anymore.

“Yes, I know, I know.” A seed cutie marked, grown up Babs said, passing a foreleg over her cousin’s neck.

“My sister fought against Nightmare Moon, from the very beginning. She told me once that she knew she was going to end like this, but she told me it was going to be on a battlefield. Why here of all places? Somepony was obviously targeting her. I have to find out!” A crying but furious Apple Bloom said.

“We have, partner. We have. This is our case.” Detective Babs Seed of the royal guard said to her cousin while hugging her tightly to alleviate her sadness, while looked at the withered and charred trees on the fields of the old Sweet Apple Acres, long abandoned, behind her.

Pinkie’s diary, Hooftober 12, 1985.

I saw a pie this afternoon, a 1/8 cut on it, the inner stuffing seemed juicy and delicious.

This city's glad to have me. I've seen its true hooves. The ponies held extended parties in secret, and the parties are full of friendship.

And when the unfriendly finally join the party, the accumulated joy of all their friendship and magic will foam up around their flanks, and all the desolated and bitter ponies will look up and shout “save us!”... And I'll look down, and whisper “neigh.”

They all had an opportunity, they could be like those nice ponies that believe in the magic of friendship. Now all Equestria is at the edge of Tartarus, and suddenly all those misleading, rude, and bitter ponies suddenly have a lot to say.

Tonight, another apple has fallen from the tree. Apple Bloom grew up to be skilled at fixing things, solving stuff. She makes a good detective, but she doesn’t understand magic as I do, nopony does, Not because she’s an earth pony, I’m one too, But she was still young way back before Discord’s death, before magic became unstable, before it was forbidden. I’m an earth pony, but I was the element of laughter, I know its secrets, the magic of it, and friendship. I can appear in places she can’t reach, and I know things about her sister that even she didn’t know.

Tonight, Apple Bloom is the last one, Big Macintosh died during Luna’s rebellion. Granny smith died saving Apple Bloom. If Applejack where here I know she would ask me to keep Apple Bloom safe, nopony else can.

It seemed to be personal, but the house in Sweet Apple Acres tells me otherwise, it was messy, but planned, methodical... boring. I just needed a quick look before knowing it was a fake, It wasn’t for hate, maybe Luna’s doing. Taking out one of Celestia’s generals and a former element of harmony doesn't sounds like a bad thing for her. But who could have done it? Derpy?! Impossible!! Especially not after Applejack took her right eye. Luna couldn’t have used magic either, not without being detected by her sister.

Celestia’s generals are always a blank, then why was she here alone? If it were some familiar grudge, then Apple Bloom would have been a much easier target, somepony that can fake a fight against Applejack doesn’t need to go after the strongest target first. What if all this is a decoy for something bigger? Maybe something related to the unbalance of magic, or maybe to the elements of harmony, and she was trying to solve it alone... or run away from it.

If that’s the case, I know the ponies who will be next.

“And then it was me all alone, right? I was flying up to mach 4, almost 5! Trying to not splatter my face all over one of those mountains, while Soarin had two changelings on each wing, we could never capture their Queen, but for Celestia that we tried” An enthusiastic Spitfire, with a shawl over her shoulders and some white streaks in her mane, was narrating to a smiling Rainbow Dash seated in front of her. The candled lit wooden room was full of pictures and posters of The Wonderbolts on the walls.

“Yeah, I remember that! I’ll never understand why you were never able to pull off a Sonic Rainboom, you’ve always been more skilled at flying than me!” Rainbow said, revolving a mug, with some dark and hot beverage between her hooves.

“Nah, we both know that's a lie, I'm not feeling like taking the dare of reaching even mach speed now, and you were always better at fighting. Too bad The Wonderbolts were dissolved as an acrobatic team. We never were too good at fighting.” The old Spitfire said, lowering the spirit of the conversation before a deep breath.

“Well, what's the fun of being captain of a team where everypony...” Rainbow Dash simply couldn't finish her line with the words “passed away.”

“Yes, I know, it’s not so fun being only you and me now.” Spitfire said lifting herself up from her seat, to walk around, looking at the pictures, “I knew something was wrong with the team the moment I noticed everypony was a bit old, or too young. Nopony admires an acrobatic team when war strikes, I guess.”

“No? I did!” Rainbow Dash replied trying to get up the mood of the conversation again.

“Oh, you were so good as captain! You could still...” Spitfire retorted in a hopeful tone of voice.

“But we know I’m a fracture in the magic!" Rainbow Dash replied, saddening herself. "It's ok actually, I don’t wanna make out a black hole instead of a Rainboom Explosion you know. So I guess... it’s ok. Wow, it’s late, I should leave now.” Rainbow Dash said after checking out an imaginary clock on her left forefoot, leaving her mug on a little table in the center of the room.

“You know that decree is lame, you could never do that! You were a better Wonderbolt than I ever was!” Spitfire said accompanying Rainbow Dash with the light of a candle to the door of a wooden made house.

“We both know that’s a lie, but thanks for the compliment. It’s not like I can’t return home flying anyways... I mean, At least the princess let me keep my wings. Well, not that they are that great... ahh, sorry.I didn’t-” Dash babbled worriedly before going out through the door.

“I know what you mean. Don’t worry!” Spitfire cut in, with a small empathetic smile on her face.

“See you another day for more chit chat, ok? And sorry.” Said Rainbow Dash, a bit troubled by her words, outside of the apartment, in a desolated row, somewhere in the old part of Canterlot.

“Sure. If that’s what you want, I don't mind it at all. It’s freezing outside, take my shawl, don’t catch a cold flying at this hour.” Spitfire said, taking out her shawl to accommodate it around Rainbow Dash’s neck, revealing a damaged left wing, with half of the bones it should have, and barely with some feathers on it.

“You take care too, Spitfire.” Were Rainbow Dash’ last words before she lowered her transparent goggles from atop her head, and more from memory than good sight, she left to fly into the dark.

Many pegasi were flying that night, but only guards as usual. Luckily they all knew her very well, so she didn’t have to identify herself to any rookie up there. For a few of those guards she had been an inspiration to enroll the royal guard, but for most of them she was only memorable by her unusual mane and because she had, for some reason, authority to bypass curfew.

The flight back to her house in Cloudsdale didn’t have any problem at all, just another boring night in the heart of the kingdom. Until she arrived at her own house, something was particular that night, a faint noise was coming from inside.

Pegasi are light, so they don't have any trouble hiding the sound of their hoofsteps, and the house was made up of clouds, so that wasn’t going to be a problem at all, but her old habits made Rainbow Dash sneak with caution anyway. Used to what she had learned during her active service being a spy for the kingdom, and hunting down changeling and other dangerous creatures. She exercised those old sneaking skills, and felt for the first occasion in a long time, those thrills of her long past adventurous days.

She had the hope that any pegasus in there could mean some trouble. Something to spice her night, her week, or what seemed to feel like her whole life, but what kind of intruder could be humming a song? She only could think of certain yellow pegasus, an old and dear friend of her, paying a visit to say hi after all these years. She was thinking of surprising of whoever her guest was going to be, but she ended up the one that was surprised.

“Hello Dashie!!” Pinkie Pie said, after falling all over Rainbow Dash, rolling through the floor of the entrance hall, totally surprising her in the first of many instances of the fancy house made out of clouds.

“PINKIE!! were you the pony making that noise?!” Dash shouted, demanding an explanation.

“It was me, I got bored waiting for you and I started to sing. I hope you don’t mind.” Pinkie cheerly said, with her nose over Dashie's.

“And what?! Now you expect me to sing with you??!” Rainbow Dash retorted, pushing Pinkie Pie down from her.

“Nah, too much magic, silly. Somepony could feel it and come to arrest us!” Pinkie said, lifting Rainbow Dash from a shoulder to take her neck along her shawl in a wrestling lock fashion, and messing her mane with a hoof for a second.

“Ah! So that’s how you’re holding yourself on the cloud, hum. The magic of singing?” Rainbow Dash reasoned. “But how did you come up here in the first place?” Confused she asked, worried of finding out a whole party crew in her own house.

“Magic, silly. The fifth wall can send you anywhere you want.” Pinkie said throwing her face with a big smile at Rainbow Dash again, before heading at the doorless kitchen room .

“Aha, sure... The fifth wall, Whatever. I’m not letting you have a party here, you know it!” Rainbow reassured her, just to be sure it was clear for her somehow even more crazed old friend, while settling her goggles on top of her head, and the shawl around her neck in a scarf way again.

“Don’t worry poopie, pushie, Dashie! In fact I’m here for a very serious matter. I want you to look at something.” Pinkie Pie said leaving aside her cheery tone, and throwing Applejack’s hat at the Kitchen’s table from where Pinkie Pie had taken a slice of a Rainbow frosted cake.

“Hey, What is this? Looks like Applejack’s hat!” Rainbow Dash said wearing the hat over her inseparable wonderbolt goggles, and somehow striking a pose to look like Applejack. “Hey! But what’s this. Pie filling, or...”

“Yeah, pony pie filling.” Pinkie said before sighing deeply and Rainbow Dash threw scared the hat back to the table.

“Then that’s...? Applejack! how...? Is she..?”

“Yes, by somepony, or something. At the old house of Sweet Apple Acres, Without a weapon, or magic.”

“Wait! No, that can’t be possible. This is Applejack we are talking about!!” A startled Rainbow Dash said without taking away her sight from the hat on the table. Meanwhile Pinkie was hiding the rest of the cake in that place where only Pinkie knows, but she takes things off.

“The scene was a mess, but it was obviously an aimed attack, you just don’t trip over a general of Celestia and trot away. One of us died tonight, and somepony knows why.” Pinkie said while walking out of the kitchen from a different room. Like checking out the house that she used to know. The living room was now some kind of museum, very similar to Spitfire's one, but almost neglected. With old posters about The Wonderbolts on the cloud walls.

Rainbow Dash’s Wonderbolt suit was in a dusting crystal case, and many photographic frames were on ledges. Rainbow Dash in her deared uniform posing along with so many ponies that even Pinkie Pie didn't recognize all of those ponies. One picture in particular between all those caught her sight, one of the old six friends when they were young.

“I remember this picture.” Pinkie said. “The first Twilight send to the princess. I still having this one too in my diary! Those were the days” Yearning, Pinkie chipped the better she could. But something on that line betrayed her throat, preventing it from sound like a totally happy comment.

“Are you sure it was Applejack? I heard she was doing something big for Celestia. Maybe it was Nightmare moon’s doing, or a fake death for political reasons.” Rainbow Dash opined trotting from the kitchen room, ignoring Pinkie’s comment, still shocked at Applejack’s death.

“Or maybe somepony's picking off former elements of harmony. In any case Apple Bloom is investigating, and if she get’s herself into anything dangerous, we must protect her. That’s the only thing Applejack would ask of us, don’t you agree?” Pinkie retorted almost in an angry way.

“Apple Bloom got involved too!? I don’t know, all this sounds like some kind of deceit. What could we do? Besides that’s Apple Bloom job now! She’s a detective!! And she could arrest us if we take this in our hooves.” Rainbow Dash said as pretext. With what Pinkie could have thought is fear, in any other pony but Rainbow Dash.

“You mean she should, but don’t worry, I’ll teach you ‘Everything.’ about how to be a fugitive! And facade or not, we should... we must do something. We were able of deal with dangerous things all the time way before the war between princesses, or the disbalance of magic. Imagine what we could do now! You could learn how to use the fifth wall and we...-” Pinkie retorted, starting to get carried away in her train of thought.

“The magic is forbidden Pinkie, and for a good reason!” Dash interrupted with certain anger in her voice.

“The magic is forbidden and for a good reason. Don’t you have anything better to say? From all ponies I was expecting you to be the one helping me. Applejack was general from the very beginning, and she made a lot of enemies during all these years... And, how is your friend, Spitfire? You keep visiting her?”

“Spitfire?! What does she...?” Startled, Rainbow dash replied.

“They both went to the Lunar Republic to overthrow Luna when the diplomatic talks failed, and what Spitfire said of her when they came back, wasn't kind at all”

“Pinkie, I don’t like what you’re implying here!” Dash retorted.

“Implying nothing, Just an observation. You talk more with her now than with any of us. I was just wondering where your loyalty went. In any case, consider yourself warned. I must leave now, I have parties to attend.” Pinkie answered, starting her way to the front door.

“Yes, you and your parties, that’s not helping to regain the balance of magic, you know?” Rainbow warned lightheartedly.

“What you’re doing here's isn’t helping either, Dashie. I better leave now.” A disappointed Pinkie Pie said before keep on her way out of the, somehow, artificial mansion.

“Do you need any help? To pass the guards or something?” Rainbow Dash said, like trying to make up for her old friend, or maybe worried of anypony seeing Pinkie going out of her house.

“Pass some guards isn’t a problem at all, I can even walk on clouds now, you see. The magic of laughter.” Pinkie clarified, turning to show a warm smile to her friend, that could have been a big cheerful expression if the matter that had send her there had been different.

“I don’t have many reasons to laugh right now...” Dash retorted.

“With the magic in this state? Even I can pull out this with what I have. Remember the pranks we got planned here long ago? Makes me happy enough.” Pinkie confessed, even when in her memories this was more a home, and less a gallery about gone ponies.

“Oh, uh. Yes! Those were good pranks, Pinkie. Good pranks, what happened with them?” Rainbow asked, finding some joy in her memories.

“You quit doing them.” Pinkie said before leaving for a window right next to the front door.

Rainbow Dash returned to find Applejack’s hat alone in the kitchen’s table. Leaving it there, she went to her gallery where she took seat in the throne of her memories, and stood there; watching at the shadows of the kitchens for a long time. At what Pinkie had left behind, next to her, and her dusting memories.

“Applejack? Dead?!!” The startled Princess Twilight exclaimed.

“Assassinated.” Corrected Pinkie.

“But how? In her old house?! Who could do something like that?!!” Twilight hefted with more doubt in her voice than grief, and without stop magically writing something on a scroll in her desk full of books, other enrolled scrolls, and used candles unlighted because the morning daylight from the big open window behind her, was good enough to light the big rock room with wooden reinforced gates at the bottom.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smartest Alicorn alive? You tell me.” Pinkie Pie retorted as she rounded the desk to be near of her old friend.

“I never said such thing. That’s... just a rumor... Listen, maybe it was a political killing, The Lunar Republic perhaps? Maybe it was a fake death, maybe she’s not even death...” Twilight explained in a reflexive state, stopping her writing for a moment to see Pinkie directly at the eyes.

“Dashie thought the same, I don’t believe it, Apple Bloom herself identified the body, and Applejack would never encourage Apple Bloom to lie like that. About the Lunar Republic, we have the singularity, even Luna’s afraid of...-”

“You mean Nightmare Moon,” Twilight interrupted a bit upset for the first time during that talk. “Luna was always a lie, a shape that Nightmare Moon used only to beg before send away to the moon, and that the elements of harmony brought back by mistake. You don’t need to keep calling her by Luna.”

“But, I promised....” Pinkie said, with a slight tone of sadness in her voice.

“Then what?” Twilight continued, returning to her writing, like preferring that to see the slight tone of sadness on Pinkie’s face. “A simple crime?! Don’t be innocent, Pinkie, countries play games that even you don’t understand.”

“But then you do, don’t you? You always do.” Pinkie claimed, walking away from the distracted Twilight to see the landscape of the window behind her.

“That’s unfair! I never said that.” The purple alicorn calmly said with some bitterness, without stopping in her work.

“Then you seem awfully quiet. No, think again, maybe somepony is hunting down the former elements of harmony.” Pinkie suggested, returning to see the titles of the books on Twilight’s desk, all of them about alternative methods of magic.

“Hmm, interesting conclusion, But why would somepony do that? That seems to be of little relevance in the problem of magic’s balance, Doesn’t make any sense. Applejack has been... was, in service, all along since the war started. She made lots of enemies, even without take into consideration the Republic at all.” Twilight clarified, Getting up from her job for the first time, to walk along with Pinkie Pie, possibly to prevent her from take anything without permission from her desk.

“She fought for what she believed was fair, and she never ran away to be an intellectual shutted in a tower, to represent a cultural icon of something lost in Equestria,” Pinkie exclaimed.

“I... that was not my call, We have lots of things to study.” Worriedly, Twilight turned away from her old friend, to look back at the piles of books in her desk.

“Yeah? Like what? That irony about the clock marking the end of Equestria? Fifty minutes to twelve and the world is over?! Who did even think of that?!! If friendship doesn't saves the world then nothing will!” Pinkie alleged poking the books with her hoof.

“Sometimes, at the verge of destruction, ponies really think in what’s important, Pinkie. That's the reason for the clock's metaphor. Besides, you don’t have any idea of what this singularity represents,” Twilight calmly claimed.

“Yeah, well, good excuse... But you don’t either! She’s more than something to study! No matter how much you keep playing with magic... I just came here to warn you about the killer.” Pinkie answered a bit upset, walking away to the window.

“That’s by far one of my lesser worries here.” Twilight answered, disregarding Pinkie’s warning. Striving to lift magically a single book from the pile.

“I just don’t want you to end being the smartest pony falling from this tower, But I guess there are worst things to end being.” Pinkie added with a real tone of concern in her voice.

“I’m an alicorn, Pinkie, I can fly.” Twilight reassured. “Before that I could just magically float, or change my gravity pull.”

“Yeah, try to do any of those tricks without hurt yourself now, and be careful with that book, you should use your wings! Now consider yourself warned.” Pinkie said before leaving through the window, for some reason that didn’t seem to freak out Twilight.

“Sure...” She quietly said, thoughtfully, while looking at the landscape through the window after walk to it, without look for Pinkie below, from one of the most highest towers of Canterlot castle. “Have a nice day.”

Pinkie’s diary, Hooftober 13, 1985. 8:30 P.M. Fancypants Military Research Center:

The meeting with Twilight was sour. She plays out to be “too busy” to even care. She has forgotten her friends, even those whom she works with. And Rainbow Dash keeps living in the past, hearing all those old stories again and again, back from when she was a Wonderbolt, that’s not even the best part of her past. I wonder where her loyalty went, I must remember investigate further.

Why are so few of us left happy, healthy, and without personality disorders?! Fluttershy is agoraphobic, Spitfire is now a scrawny, aging nag, dying on earth. Soarin was decapitated in a flight crash back in ‘75. Thunderlane’s in an asylum up in Mane. Octavia retired in disgrace from her spy career, murdered six weeks later by a major fan of her musical talent. Braeburn was shot to the sun. Prince Blueblood went missing in ‘74. Applejack... is dead.

Only two names remaining on my list. Both share private quarters in this place, and I’m gonna pass by and say hi, the guards aren't a problem. My magic is undetectable thanks to the quantity of magic inside. I’m gonna pass and tell the indestructible mare, that somepony plans to murder her.

“Good evening, Pinkie.” A silky voice was heard as soon Pinkie opened the door, Rarity was inside glowing magic for her entire body, floating six circular rocks of considerable size in the middle of the air, inside a big humming room with some magical inscriptions in the floor. Like some puzzle design changing accord the movement of each rock within her magical glow.

“Aww, I was trying to give you a surprise!” Pinkie said, while the humming sound in the room stopped abruptly.

“Hum... W- what are you doing here, Pinkie. This...- A nervous Fluttershy muttered, flying slowly from the center of the room, holding an orchestral baton in her left forehoof.

“Hey, good evening you too, Agorashy, I bet I surprised you!” Pinkie said jumping above Fluttershy, rolling a couple of times with her in the floor. Ending on top of her.

“I- I’m not agoraphobic, Pinkie. I just... Don’t like a lot the outside. Now you should leave, aren’t you being wanted by the royal guard?” Fluttershy answered, struggling with getting Pinkie Pie out of her.

“So what?! With the quantity of magic Miss Singularity here is using, I could throw a party next door and nopony’s going to notice!”

“Y- you can’t...-” Fluttershy objected afraid.

“Hey, Pinkie! Is... is that really you?" Somepony shouted from the middle of room.

“Hey! Hi, Sweetie Belle!” Pinkie happily shouted back, waving, to a bit of scared Sweetie Belle that kept her place at the distance.

“Don’t worry, darlings.” Rarity calmly said, before easily landing the spheres, Take Pinkie out from Fluttershy window magic, and softly teleport herself next to Fluttershy. The magic surrounding her body fade away, but her body kept somehow gleaming all white, even her mane and eyes, and making almost indistinguishable her cutie mark. “Pinkie’s not here for a party. Applejack is dead, and she wants to ask our help. But she’s gonna leave disappointed ” Rarity added mostly for Sweetie Belle ears.

“What? Applejack?! Is Apple Bloom ok?!” Sweetie Belle questioned while running to her sister, being now as tall as her.

“She’ll fine, sweetie. Things like that always hurt, but she’ll be better, eventually.” Fluttershy added, hugging Sweetie belle and caressing her mane. “Twilight informed Rarity and me this morning, but we decided to not tell you, and not affect your performance in today’s tests.”

“So Twilight already warned you?” Pinkie asked.

“Not really a warning, but her teleport spell, even if messy, still much more faster than that pocket dimension you keep using.” Rarity idly said.

“It was more a funeral invitation.” Fluttershy added. “But I’m not going, It’s a... conviction I impose myself long time ago.” Fluttershy explained ashamed, with Sweetie Belle struggling between her legs to get some free space.

“You both should be careful. I already warned Dashie too, but you don’t seem awfully concerned...” Pinkie Pie said, while biting a piece of cake from Rainbow Dash’s place, pulled out from apparently nowhere, and with a big open eye to Fluttershy who was still consoling Sweetie Belle,

“Pinkie wanted us both to go with her...play to the sleuth hounds, and solve Applejack’s death.” Rarity explained to Fluttershy. “But we simply don’t have the time.." she added in a nostalgic tone.

“Why don’t you just use divination magic to find who the culprit is?” Sweetie belle inquired, from between Fluttershy’s embrace.

“I can’t simply use divination magic either.” Rarity answered to her little sister, in a bit of hurtful tone, like keeping a secret from her.

“Huh? And why not? Is something too much for Miss Singularity here?” Pinkie suspiciously asked now to Rarity.

“Pinkie, Sweetie. Rarity saw it. I mean, in the future. T- the fight betw...” Fluttershy tried to say, but was interrupted by the permanent glowing Rarity.

“Even if I want to help with that, the future is blocked." Rarity explained calmly, facing to Pinkie, while Fluttershy kept hugging Sweetie. “I see, some kind of... crashing wave, bouncing backwards for what you, perceive as time. Most likely provoked for the collision of magic that the princesses would be using one against each other if they engage in an all-out war. The resulting blastwave of magic, would produce such destructive burst, that will be resounding so deeply, even through time. That blocks even my vision of the future... I must return to my work.” Rarity added before surround her body in white magic from her horn, levitating the rocks again, and changing the patterns in the floor.

“Wait a minute! What if that’s the reason somepony wanted Applejack out of the way and we can do something to stop this war?”

“Au revoir, Pinkie.”

“Hey, I haven’t see you both in ages, what if we-” Pinkie said before disappear from the room in a teleport spell by Rarity, so perfectly well executed, that when Pinkie appear just outside of the facility, she hadn’t noticed yet that she was teleported. “all go outside and... Oh..” Mumbled Pinkie, before leaving the place disappointed.

“Aren’t you worried she could be telling somepony?” Sweetie belle Worriedly asked to her sister, inside the facility that was in fact, some kind of magical device being modified by Rarity’s singular magic.

“Don’t - Don't worry, Sweetie. the last thing Pinkie Pie tries to do is upset anypony. At least on purpose... If we can solve the problem of the magic's balance, that fight won’t endanger the world anymore.” Fluttershy answered to Sweetie, like preventing Rarity of get upset trying to explain some kind of stuff to her little sister.

“But what if Pinkie's right, and we can do something to prevent the princesses from fighting” Sweetie belle added, pushing Fluttershy away, who was more scared than her.

“If you could perceive the will of each life force, as I do now...” Rarity said looking at Sweetie Belle with what could be sadness, if any emotion were perceptible in such sea of whiteness. Sweetie Belle then returned to her place in the center of the room, to hum certain melody, fueling somehow the gigant device.

“It’s ok sweetie. We could call this a day, and...-”

“I know the melody, Fluttershy, I’ll keep on a bit more.” Sweetie Belle answered to her musical conductor; a bit of upset, a bit angered, a bit bitter, and utterly saddened. Still the job seemed like a good way to glup that sadness down. Fluttershy understood that, and flew away to Rarity's side.

“Say hi to Rainbow Dash for me.” Rarity added, taking away her somehow saddened sight, from the gigantic device still changing, at Fluttershy.

“W- what do you mean?” a nervous Fluttershy asked confused.

“You want to invite me to dinner, as you always do, but I can’t right now, I must test the new encrypts Twilight gave me, but you feel cooped up after Pinkie’s visit, and you’ll wish to go outside, but not alone... So you’ll wish to see Rainbow Dash, which is only natural, you deserve the comfort of an old friend.” Rarity said before almost put a hoof on Fluttershy’s expectant cheek, while still moving the gigantic device, sending her away in a teleport spell.

Pinkie’s diary, Hooftober 13, 1985. 11:30 P.M.

On friday night, Applejack died in Sweet Apple Acres. Somepony gave her the beating of her life, I don’t even wanna do a pun out of that. Nopony cares, no pony cares but me. Are they right, is it futile?

Soon the conflict Between Luna and Celestia will get worse, and if they fight in the actual state of magic, Equestria will burn, and millions will perish in despair, and misery. Why a death is important against so many?

Because, she was once one of my best my friends, I must not forget that. and I must not beat myself up. But there are so many deserving of friendship... And there’s so little time.

“Hu, Me and Rarity? Oh, yeah, yeah! Everything’s fine. Couldn’t be better. It’s just... I wanted a night out. I have been there for the last... eight years? Has been that long?” Fluttershy said to Rainbow Dash in the table of a crowded, fancy restaurant.

“I- Well, yeah!” Missing back the days when we were Wonderbolts?” Rainbow Dash picked curiosity made her say. The atmosphere in the restaurant was predominantly cherry, with so many conversation aside, like if they all were old friends catching up after some time.

“Oh, my, no. Nothing like that, I was there just because Spitfire wanted. Was somehow easier to say ‘no’ to you. And I feel I’m being more helpful with Rarity.” Fluttershy confessed in her classic shy attitude, while paying the bill because Rainbow Dash seemed to be having problems with that.

“Oh, sorry for that, I invited you here to make up for the cake, but I’m... kinda short on bits, you know. Weather business isn’t what it used to be.” Rainbow Dash said a bit ashamed for not being able to pay in full the bill.

“Don’t worry, the Royal Army pays nicely when you’re in a project to save all of Equestria.” Fluttershy clarified, always glad of being helpful.

“Yeah, Well then... Tell me, why you just decided to go out and catch some air? You’re a pretty good flyer when you try, Don’t miss the speed? Or the sky?!” An excited Rainbow Dash suggested.

“I don’t miss flying around to random dangers in that silly costume, Do you remember that costume? So tight, and with that yellow flash at the lower part of the design that made my body feel more exposed that when I'm not wearing anything at all.” Fluttershy commented while walking outside the restaurant, without any concern at all. along with her old friend aside. “It made me feel like if my body wasn’t protected at all. Celestia, that was so awful!” Fluttershy added in a... shy attitude.

“Celestia, yes. Awful...” Rainbow Dash commented almost for herself.

“You know. When I think back... When I did that. Why I took the Wonderbolt uniform. Those were probably the worst years of my life.” Fluttershy confessed, starting to fly away.

“Yeah, you’re probably right...” A complacent Rainbow Dash said, trying to fly alongside with her friend, without bring along her goggles to help her deteriorated eyesight.

“I mean, the war had started, and I didn’t feel like I had any option but help to any pony that asked me to, and don’t hurt anypony's feelings. Do you remember the Blossom twins? Lotus and Aloe, when they used to attend the spa?” Fluttershy asked, taking seat in a small cloud above Canterlot.

“Sure, I remember them. One of the things that you and Rarity miss the most? The spa?” Rainbow Dash questioned, trying to cheer up, her one side conversation, that night. sitting next to Fluttershy in the small cloud, a bit ashamed of being too close to her.

“It’s not that, I mean, after the war started. How Lotus used to ask everypony for her missing sister, but we decided to let her kept the hope, telling her sister was safe and sound, always in a different place.” Fluttershy, reminiscent, explained.

“And we always crossed her. Yeah, I remember, anywhere we decided to say, soon or later we had to travel that place, and she was there, looking for her sister.”

“Whatever happened to her?” Fluttershy questioned. while observing at all the lights below from Canterlot in the night.

“Uh, well. She pulled it on Pinkie, and Pinkie dropped her the trut, that her sister had been below the ruins of the spa all along. I don’t know what was with her after that.” Rainbow Dash said sounding defeated.

“Aww, Pinkie told her?! I guess, in the end... that had been the best thing to do from the beginning... I feel better for Aloe now that her sister found her. And I’ve to admit, it was a very honest move from Pinkie Pie. You know, in these days when everypony seems to keep a secret, and tell a lie.”

“Well, what do you expect? Applejack is dead.”

To Be Continued.

Author's Note

If you want to help me proofreading the next chapter. send me a P.M.

Thanks for read.