10 Reasons Why Sweetie Belle is The Best Ponyby CutieMarkCrusadersChaptersIntroductionReason Number OneReason Number TwoReason Number ThreeReason Number FiveReason Number FourIntroductionSweetie Belle fell back through the cracked glass which now flew everywhere. She closed her eyes to prevent glass shards from getting in. She didn't know what was happening; one minute, she is with the CMC trying to get their cutie marks in navigating the Everfree forest, and now she is here. Falling a midst the shards of stained glass, plummeting to the ground which seemed miles below. The first thought that crossed her mind was Oh. I'm falling. Whatever. Her second thought was Ouch! The glass hurts. And finally, the third thought that crossed her mind was I'm going to die. Sweetie Belle at first hoped that somepony would swoop in and save her, but that ray of hope was immediately lost as shards of glass penetrated her skin. The next few thoughts were things like Goodbye, Rarity. Goodbye, Mommy and Daddy. And goodbye various other things. Then, she thought of Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. If Sweetie was here, then where were they? And why did they think they could survive the Everfree forest anyway? Then she remembered their crusade. It was only earlier that morning. Or maybe the one before. Sweetie didn't know how big the gap in her memory was. All she knew was that she was falling. Falling and remembering. Reason Number OneFalling, falling. Sweetie Belle looked at the shards of glass that were falling right along with her. She watched as they spun about and danced with the tiny drops of blood that were forever changing shape in the air. She thought back to her days in Ponyville and remembered all her crusades. She remembered how she always would try her hardest to help her friends get their cutie marks. She remembered how she had been there to comfort Scootaloo and Apple Bloom whenever one of their attempts failed. A teardrop came from her eye and joined the blood and glass in the air. The unicorn filly closed her eyes as she realized that she was special because she cared about other ponies more than her self. As she realized this, a memory returned. Sweetie Belle remembered three words about that day. She didn't remember where she was, or who she said them to or why; she just remembered the words. Take me instead. Reason Number TwoWhile thinking about Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, she also remembered Babs Seed. The pony who had tormented Sweetie and her friends because she herself had been tormented. She remembered how the whole time, she wanted to talk to somepony else about it and get it resolved rather than get revenge. The entire time, she had felt badly for wanting revenge at all. She didn't want to hurt another pony. She wanted to help another pony, instead. She realized that she was special because she was one of the few fillies who knew that violence didn't resolve everything. She also knew that if you needed help, just ask an older, wiser pony. Then, Sweetie Belle remembered a statement from that day. Shouldn't we take a grown-up with us? Reason Number ThreeSweetie Belle watched the window she was falling from get further and further away. As she watched, three shards of glass danced in front of her. They looked like three diamonds; the same diamonds from Rarity's cutie mark. She remembered what her older sister had done for her at the Sisterhooves Social, and how much she loved her for it. She remembered her parents, and how much they cared about her. Then, she remembered how much her friends cared about her, too. Sweetie Belle was special because so many people cared about her. Once again, she remembered something about that day. She remembered seeing something, she couldn't remember what. Then, she remembered what Scootaloo had said. Sweetie Bell, no! Reason Number FiveSweetie Belle's eyes were getting more closed by the second, though the rest of the world had been going in slow motion. She decided to think about good things about herself. I'm good at singing. I have the third best grade in Miss Cheerilee's class; right after Twist and Silver Spoon. I have never been mean to Silver Spoon even though she was mean to me. Mommy and Daddy and Rarity all love me a lot. I care about Scootaloo and Apple Bloom more than myself. I am going to die to save their lives. Then she realized what she had just thought to herself. I am going to die to save their lives. Then she remembered... ... "Let. Us. Go!" Scootaloo screamed angrily as she tried to buck the creature. He had tied them up and the three crusaders were now against a wall. "Eenie, meanie, miney, moe. Who will stay and who will go?" The creature grumbled. "One must give her life for the rest. Just one, but she must be the best." "Wh- What do you mean?" asked Sweetie Belle as she quivered with fear. "Two of you I will release, but the other one must be deceased." His voice was as foul as the words he spoke. It was deep and scratchy, and it sounded more like a deep growl. "So, if one of us stays, you will let the others go?" Apple Bloom asked as she looked up at the towering being. "You are correct my little pony, dear. Are you the one who will stay here?" ... Sweetie Belle couldn't remember the rest. She didn't even know how they got to be tied up. She didn't have much longer to figure it out, though. Her eyelids were getting heavier. Reason Number FourWind flew past Sweetie's mane as she fell. Then, she thought back about her beloved teacher, Miss Cheerilee. She remembered on Hearts and Hooves day when she and the other crusaders had made Cheerilee the biggest valentine ever. She also remembered how she had love-poisoned her and Big Mac. They didn't mean to do any harm. They just wanted the best teacher in the world to be happy. Then, Sweetie Belle remembered something new about the day. Not just a phrase, though. ... "Scootaloo? Are you sure this is a good idea?" Apple Bloom asked. The three crusaders were standing in front of the entrance to the Everfree forest, and Scootaloo was determined to get them all cutie marks in navigation. "Maybe we should take a grown-up with us," Sweetie Belle suggested. "Aw, come on guys! Don't chicken out now! We can do this!" Scootaloo said. Her voice cracked when she said the word chicken which made her speech slightly less inspirational. Sweetie could tell that she was just as afraid as they were. "Well? Are you coming or not?" Scootaloo urged. "Ok, Scootaloo. But I still think we should take a grown-up," The unicorn filly said. "We don't need some silly grown up," Scootaloo countered, waving her hoof in Sweetie Belle's direction. "Ok, I'll go. But just cause Sweetie's goin'," Apple Bloom said sternly. The three fillies walked slowly into the forest. "We gotta get good and lost before we can navi... navy... er, somethin'. Right Scootaloo?" "Yep. Who wants to lead first?" Scootaloo replied. "I will, I guess." Sweetie Belle said with a hint of caution in her voice. "Great!" Scootaloo said before pulling a blindfold out of her saddlebag. ... The memory faded away and Sweetie Belle found herself falling once again. What else had happened? All of a sudden, Sweetie began to feel tired.
IntroductionSweetie Belle fell back through the cracked glass which now flew everywhere. She closed her eyes to prevent glass shards from getting in. She didn't know what was happening; one minute, she is with the CMC trying to get their cutie marks in navigating the Everfree forest, and now she is here. Falling a midst the shards of stained glass, plummeting to the ground which seemed miles below. The first thought that crossed her mind was Oh. I'm falling. Whatever. Her second thought was Ouch! The glass hurts. And finally, the third thought that crossed her mind was I'm going to die. Sweetie Belle at first hoped that somepony would swoop in and save her, but that ray of hope was immediately lost as shards of glass penetrated her skin. The next few thoughts were things like Goodbye, Rarity. Goodbye, Mommy and Daddy. And goodbye various other things. Then, she thought of Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. If Sweetie was here, then where were they? And why did they think they could survive the Everfree forest anyway? Then she remembered their crusade. It was only earlier that morning. Or maybe the one before. Sweetie didn't know how big the gap in her memory was. All she knew was that she was falling. Falling and remembering.
Reason Number OneFalling, falling. Sweetie Belle looked at the shards of glass that were falling right along with her. She watched as they spun about and danced with the tiny drops of blood that were forever changing shape in the air. She thought back to her days in Ponyville and remembered all her crusades. She remembered how she always would try her hardest to help her friends get their cutie marks. She remembered how she had been there to comfort Scootaloo and Apple Bloom whenever one of their attempts failed. A teardrop came from her eye and joined the blood and glass in the air. The unicorn filly closed her eyes as she realized that she was special because she cared about other ponies more than her self. As she realized this, a memory returned. Sweetie Belle remembered three words about that day. She didn't remember where she was, or who she said them to or why; she just remembered the words. Take me instead.
Reason Number TwoWhile thinking about Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, she also remembered Babs Seed. The pony who had tormented Sweetie and her friends because she herself had been tormented. She remembered how the whole time, she wanted to talk to somepony else about it and get it resolved rather than get revenge. The entire time, she had felt badly for wanting revenge at all. She didn't want to hurt another pony. She wanted to help another pony, instead. She realized that she was special because she was one of the few fillies who knew that violence didn't resolve everything. She also knew that if you needed help, just ask an older, wiser pony. Then, Sweetie Belle remembered a statement from that day. Shouldn't we take a grown-up with us?
Reason Number ThreeSweetie Belle watched the window she was falling from get further and further away. As she watched, three shards of glass danced in front of her. They looked like three diamonds; the same diamonds from Rarity's cutie mark. She remembered what her older sister had done for her at the Sisterhooves Social, and how much she loved her for it. She remembered her parents, and how much they cared about her. Then, she remembered how much her friends cared about her, too. Sweetie Belle was special because so many people cared about her. Once again, she remembered something about that day. She remembered seeing something, she couldn't remember what. Then, she remembered what Scootaloo had said. Sweetie Bell, no!
Reason Number FiveSweetie Belle's eyes were getting more closed by the second, though the rest of the world had been going in slow motion. She decided to think about good things about herself. I'm good at singing. I have the third best grade in Miss Cheerilee's class; right after Twist and Silver Spoon. I have never been mean to Silver Spoon even though she was mean to me. Mommy and Daddy and Rarity all love me a lot. I care about Scootaloo and Apple Bloom more than myself. I am going to die to save their lives. Then she realized what she had just thought to herself. I am going to die to save their lives. Then she remembered... ... "Let. Us. Go!" Scootaloo screamed angrily as she tried to buck the creature. He had tied them up and the three crusaders were now against a wall. "Eenie, meanie, miney, moe. Who will stay and who will go?" The creature grumbled. "One must give her life for the rest. Just one, but she must be the best." "Wh- What do you mean?" asked Sweetie Belle as she quivered with fear. "Two of you I will release, but the other one must be deceased." His voice was as foul as the words he spoke. It was deep and scratchy, and it sounded more like a deep growl. "So, if one of us stays, you will let the others go?" Apple Bloom asked as she looked up at the towering being. "You are correct my little pony, dear. Are you the one who will stay here?" ... Sweetie Belle couldn't remember the rest. She didn't even know how they got to be tied up. She didn't have much longer to figure it out, though. Her eyelids were getting heavier.
Reason Number FourWind flew past Sweetie's mane as she fell. Then, she thought back about her beloved teacher, Miss Cheerilee. She remembered on Hearts and Hooves day when she and the other crusaders had made Cheerilee the biggest valentine ever. She also remembered how she had love-poisoned her and Big Mac. They didn't mean to do any harm. They just wanted the best teacher in the world to be happy. Then, Sweetie Belle remembered something new about the day. Not just a phrase, though. ... "Scootaloo? Are you sure this is a good idea?" Apple Bloom asked. The three crusaders were standing in front of the entrance to the Everfree forest, and Scootaloo was determined to get them all cutie marks in navigation. "Maybe we should take a grown-up with us," Sweetie Belle suggested. "Aw, come on guys! Don't chicken out now! We can do this!" Scootaloo said. Her voice cracked when she said the word chicken which made her speech slightly less inspirational. Sweetie could tell that she was just as afraid as they were. "Well? Are you coming or not?" Scootaloo urged. "Ok, Scootaloo. But I still think we should take a grown-up," The unicorn filly said. "We don't need some silly grown up," Scootaloo countered, waving her hoof in Sweetie Belle's direction. "Ok, I'll go. But just cause Sweetie's goin'," Apple Bloom said sternly. The three fillies walked slowly into the forest. "We gotta get good and lost before we can navi... navy... er, somethin'. Right Scootaloo?" "Yep. Who wants to lead first?" Scootaloo replied. "I will, I guess." Sweetie Belle said with a hint of caution in her voice. "Great!" Scootaloo said before pulling a blindfold out of her saddlebag. ... The memory faded away and Sweetie Belle found herself falling once again. What else had happened? All of a sudden, Sweetie began to feel tired.
