Tale of Two Tyrants and the Eternal War

13 YEARS LATER

Fluttershy pushed Flora's wheelchair gently, a golden leaf landing on her nose.

"Mom, where are we going?" Asked Flora.

"Someplace very special." Replied Fluttershy. Flora looked around, then spotted a stone sign. It read "Ponyville Cemetery".

"The Cemetery?" Asked Flora.

"Mhm." Fluttershy nodded. She continued to push the wheelchair along the path until they reached an elaborate tombstone. In graves in its weathered surface were the words "R.I.P. Princess Twilight Sparkle, A faithful student, leader, and true friend. 1980-2008".

"Twilight Sparkle…my aunt Twilight!" Flora gasped.

"Flora? You remember me?" Flora turned her head to see Twilight, wings spread and covered in burn marks. Twilight walked over to her, and placed her hoof on Flora's. "How are you these days?" Asked Twilight.

"Stuck in a wheelchair." Replied Flora. Flora was 13 years old now. Her dark green mane was put up in a ponytail, and her "swooshed" bangs were clipped to perfection. She had dark circles under her eyes, and the customary tubes on her face.

"That's not so bad." Said Twilight.

"Easy for you to say. You can walk wherever you want, and you can fly."

"That's not as true as you say, Flora."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't go anywhere without my gem." Twilight gestured to her tombstone, where her Element gem was embedded into the stone.

"Really? You mean that you'll be here, all the time?"

"Yep. I'm not going anywhere." Twilight hugged Flora lovingly. "You can visit me anytime." Twilight vanished.

The End