Nary a Non-Narrated Tale

Darkness is, for the average pony, hard to see in. After over six months in the exact same condition, you get used to it, but even then, it's near impossible to see in pitch black condition. This does nothing to impede your sense of hearing, however.

I can hear her. She's crying again. I struggle to my hooves, and tap the ground. She quiets down for a moment to tap back. Slowly, I make my way towards her. When I finally feel her near me, I lay down and snuggle close. It's been about a week since I've last talked, but I can't stand....hearing her...like this. Hesitantly, I speak.

"Twilight?" I croak. It almost hurts to speak, but luckily, she's sitting next to the pool- I can hear the water trickling through the rocks. I patiently wait for her to speak up, taking a drink from the pool.

"It...it was a beautiful dream," she says. I can hear the desperation in her voice. "You and Shining were ruling an empire, and I was there with you. We were having a wonderful dinner, and we talked about so many great things...I can't remember them now." She stops, and I can feel her tense up beside me, continuing to cry softly. I lay a wing over her, and pull her a little closer.

"Shh, Twilight. It's okay," I mutter. 'Sweet words with as much meaning as a rock has to a mountain,' I think. I've been thinking like that for a while. When I talked with her about it, she said that she'd been having identical thoughts. It's amazing what abandonment does to somepony.

"When I woke up...I was scared. I'd forgotten everything; what happened, why I'm here, why you're here. I couldn't take it. I just...I just want to leave," she sobs. I do my best to console her, and as I do, I think about what happened. Why were we still here? How come nopony else had guessed where we were? Maybe Celestia had fallen. What a weakli

No. That's impossible. Nopony, not even Luna, can match her power. Right? Could Chrysalis have beaten her? No, she couldn't have.

"Cadance?" I stay silent. Sighing, I lean closer to her; it must be nearing winter on the surface. The cave has been getting colder, and every now and then, there's a small piece of ice in the pool. The sound of buzzing fills the cavern. I can hear the changelings placing crates down; most likely our food rations for the next month or so. When they first came, I tried to follow them out, but all I got was a concussion and a black eye. I've learned to let them come and go without me since.

Once they're gone, I squint into the darkness, making out vaguely square shapes. Twilight tries to stand up, but collapses as soon as she gets on her hooves. She's become fragile, and now, she's the only thing I have left. I nuzzle her before going to check the boxes.

We'll leave one day. We have too. Our last days can't be spent withering away in these forsaken caverns.

Right?