Broken Hope

Twilight wiped her eyes, then took a look at her surroundings. She was alone, surrounded by ponies. How could she be alone then? They weren't alive.

She knew why it was her. She was the strongest of them, the element of Magic, the ancient, most powerful element, and she was now an alicorn even. They had left, doing more then physical pain to her. She ahd given up on her friends after her friend's death, with no pony there to cheer her up, she had basically let them take them all away, she had let them down, while they trusted her. Her friends were taken way, almost all of them, though her more optimistic friend was killed. All she knew, was she gave up. Her friends are gone, Ponyville is in ruins, and along with them they brought allies to destroy the royal sisters. For all she knew, she was the last pony on the planet. She wondered how she was still alive though, covered in cuts, bruises, and with a broken wing with only three feathers left. She wasn't expecting to last much longer though, she'd bleed out soon. She didn't care much anyways, she had nothing left to live for, it was all destroyed. She layed down, and uttered a whisper,

"I'm sorry."

She began to cry once more, "I'm so, so sorry.."

She began to hear buzzing, and the scene began to darken, she knew what was next.

The broken princess turned weakly, to see a dark figure with a thousand changelings in front of her. It was him, the Changeling King, new ruler of the changelings.

"I don't care any more.." She said, and closed her eyes knowing what came next.