Dear Gardens of Light. Take care.
The pillow was damp with her sorrows. Her eyes were red from the continuous flow of water that ran down her cheek. The waters of her ocean dripping down drop by drop. In her ocean, mermares cries and sirens' songs played but were too faint to be heard. The troubles of her sea drowned themselves into the pillow as the dropped. Too faint to be heard, that's what she struggled with.
Her usually silky purple mane, with curls running down and stunning everypony around, were now messy strands tangled in each other. Her bed sheets and blankets were just as messy as her mane, they were also usually neat and tidy. But in her bed, she was sleepless. Luna saw no dreams from her for many nights.... Many nights after the incident.
She tossed and turned, hoping to drown in lying dreams and sights of her sister, but her eyes would not shut, they would not let her rest. The image of her sweet darling sister sat on her bed-side table, along with a empty box, supposedly for tissues wasted on water, thrown across the room or spread along the foot of her bed. Many days ago, when Rarity had gotten home, wearing black, the picture was slammed down, the mirror's of the room broken and now, everything was dust-covered and hit.
'Think of what's left in your life, Rarity!' Was Rarity going to listen to the screams and yells of her five friends, telling her to move on? She sat blankly at the funeral, refusing to move without a little filly's hoof in hoof. Her face seemed emotionless, blind to the shouts and screams of her friends telling her to face the truth. Telling her to face the fact that the incident happened, was the worst they did. They walked her home, telling her to go rest and calm down... But had she calmed down? Many days later, after the funeral of a little filly, she laid sleepless in a bed, with waterfalls pouring down into the lake of a pillow.
"Rarity! Listen!" Her eyes widened and her head turned to face a small little filly with a grin. Her curled pink and lavender mane was pulled back into a large updo with a little tiara, and her white coat was mostly covered with a dress of pink and silver. Her soft green eyes were filled with happiness and joy, and Rarity laughed.
"Yes, Sweetie?" Rarity whispered to Sweetie Belle, who stood before her in glee. Rarity pushed back some messy strand of hair behind her ear to listen closely and stare at the stunning beauty that her sister was, Her white hooves stayed under the blankets of her bed, and her head still rested on her pillow.
"Guess what today is?!"
"Your birthday?"
"Yes! I'm so happy and excited! Are you excited too, Rarity?!" Her white head nodded, a giggle trying to get past her lips. She watched as Sweetie danced around in her birthday dress, humming and singing at the top of her lungs. Little did Rarity know that pink and silver was going to turn red, damp with the split blood, as the boulder hit.
The boulder hit, and she was gone. Whisked away by some light. The giggle pushed back down her throat, watching the horrific sight, as the boulder hit her sister.
"No!" was all Rarity could yell. The moment of that incident was the most terrible Rarity had seen and felt. A rush of guilt and hatred for herself ran past her and all she could do, was burst into tears.
"Rarity no! Don't let me go!" Sweetie squeaked, in horror that her dress had turned red and her tiara was done. "Don't let me go!" Rarity couldn't get up and save Sweetie Belle, who stood in front of her, crying and her face red. A small disk of glitter lit around her head, and her pink birthday dress was turned white. A mist of a golden pony, with a sunset coloured mane trotted towards Sweetie Belle.
"Come. It's time for you to go to the Gardens of Light, my dear." The golden pony whispered to Sweetie, who stared in awe.
It was just a vision.... Rarity thought. She's not really there... Sweetie Belle giggled and waved to Rarity with a smile.
"I'll see you there soon, Rarity!" She squeaked gleefully as she walked with the golden pony into the distance, disappearing in a mist of light.
"Bye..." Rarity whispered, knowing her angel was gone now. Her angel was gone for good, playing in the Gardens of Light. Her sister was gone into a happier place, that's what made Rarity glad. Her sweet little angel wasn't going to suffer anymore, she would not feel pain. She could sing all day and night, and dance in the meadows of the Gardens. She was gone, on vacation for ever in a blissful place.
Then it hit Rarity. What if she went to the Gardens of Light, and never returned? Who would miss her?
Twilight, she would miss her. Twilight was Rarity's one of closest friends, who lent her tabloids, had sleepovers with and cared for the late dragon she loved dearly, Spike. 'You know, Rarity, good things always come to an end right?' Rarity remembered her saying as Twilight handed her the latest issue of Ponies! to her. She was right. Good things always came to an end, and her good things finished, flew away, cracked like her mirror. She instantly rememebered that it was the issue that featured Sweetie Belle's pink and silver gown which was worn by a light cyan pegasus.
Cyan pegasus. Rainbow Dash, she would miss Rarity too. She was her little mannequin and her shoulder to cry on. Although Rainbow was very athletic and a tough mare, she had a heart of loyalty which let her to always stopping by at Rarity’s boutique to be her model. One, Rainbow said to her,
“Y’know, Rares… Life’s a game, a competition. If it’s too sweet, you’re not in the game, if it’s too rough, the referee’s unfair. You gotta have both sweetness and roughness in the game, or else… What are we playing to win?”
It echoed in Rarity's mind. She was right in a way, Rarity hated to admit it. Her friend's advice kept running through her mind in a speed unimaginable, letting her mind wander into the unknown. Her blue eyes flickered left, seeing a picture frame with a few tiny photos scattered onto one another. Her white hoof reached, letting it curl around the dusty rotten dark frame, embroidered with small little diamonds. Pulling it towards her, her eyes lit as she saw three distinct photos. One was of her and a tall green and purple dragon. She looked closer, into his eyes. They were as fierce as a dragon itself, but they had a polite softness to them to show his compassionate side. His scales were sharp, sharp enough to pierce Sleeping Beauty and to throw her into a deep sleep. The dragon's name was Spike, Rarity told herself, making sure she would remember the boy who loved her. She let out a crackled sniffle, wiping her tears with another tissue from box. He was gone. Gone like the wind who had taken the light with them. The light took her treasure as if pirates were them. Swashbuckling pirates of the Garden which held both captive, that's what they were. Her watery blue eyes then fell on the other two photos, which had her dearest sister playing with her
