Home Coming

by ExtraordinayPony

Rating: everyone
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Length: 288

Rainbow Dash has been accused of killing a pony AppleJack always loved , how can rainbow tell her that she didn't kill her best friends lover.

Having her life shattered. No pony trusts her now and Rainbow has no other ways to survive the pain but to tell the truth.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-22 23:41:15 UTC

Darkness

Rainbow Dash leaned her head against the window. The cold glass felt nice against her forehead. It was raining. Little droplets of water peppered the window. The force of the speeding train pulled them back, leaving long, slippery trails across the glass in their wake. She looked past the rain, past the misty haze, at the scenery rushing by outside. It was all so sickeningly familiar. She’d ridden in a dozen different train cars down those same tracks.

A deep sickness spread through her stomach as she watched it pass by. Soon, she would be back. She would be face-to-face with her marefriend. " Applejack", she whispered. " I didn't do it" , she thought. She would explain to AppleJack exactly what she had done and why she had done it, and AppleJack would hate her for it. Exhausted, she closed her eyes, focusing on nothing but the rhythmic clatter of the train’s wheels.

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Twilight groaned and massaged her temples. " AppleJack , I am really sorry for what happened to you" she said. " Its ok Twilight, It wasn't your fault. " I wonder whats going to happen now that, well ..... he's gone ", AppleJack started. Rarity stared out the window of the train station. " Girls, the ........ the train is here" Rarity said. Twilight, pinkie pie, fluttershy and Rarity went outside with there umbrella's floating over their heads. AppleJack in the other hand was waiting inside the station house in the corner of a table. Applejack snorted, drawing questioning glances from her friends. She remained silent, standing at the edge of the table, away from the rest of the group. Her face was clouded by the shadows of early evening.