Interview with an Immortal

So, Captian Dash, why is it you were selected to die? Was there something you had done wrong?

     I never thought that of all ponies, they would come for me. What did I do wrong? I was to be kidnapped and killed for the sake of others. But why? I had already contributed to society so much! I was a Wonderbolt, I entertained the crowd! I got to live my passion of flying! I worked in the weather factories, creating storms, which were crucial to farmland. I'm active duty military personnel, defending Equestria's borders, the liberty of the citizens, and fightning for just causes!

     And yet, I was to be taken and slaughtered, used to make a rainbow, a trivial and useless thing? Sure, I may be a Rainbow Dash, but that didn't mean I thought we needed rainbows! Rainbows will come along naturally if you look at the science behind them! But no, I had to die.

     Little did I realise that it was vital that I died. My death was a fixed point in time, and it didn't matter how I died, just so long as I did. I wish that they hadn't known that. I wish that my younger sister, Thunder Dash, hadn't known that.

     I was responsible for one thing, one thing I would never let myself live down. I was responsible for the death of my parents.

     It all started when my dad was reactivated and scheduled to be deployed again.

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     I was furious, beyond furious. The moment after he ended our argument and slammed the door behind him, I stormed outside (no pun intended) and began working on creating my passion: storms.

     I began circling our 84 acre estate, something my father had purchased during his Wonderbolt days. I guess you could say our entire family was made up of Wonderbolts, military, or both.

     Any-ways, I began flying at top speed, making lap after lap around the centre of our back yard. It wasn't long before I was creating a spiralling up-draft. It began sucking up the water, the grass, the clouds, the trees, everything. I had successfully created my first tornado.

     When my father looked up at the sky, he saw the massive cloud and bolted to our home. He had tried to convince me to stop. I wasn't sure I could if I wanted to. So, I moved with the storm.

     He tried to make it to the house to wake up Firefly, my mother. She got up, but when they stepped outside to see if they could veer tornado elsewhere (which, I might admit, even for a pegasus, that's retarded as hell), they were sucked up. After a while, I grew tired. The tornado was already half way across our neighbourhood, which was ruined. Houses were torn to shreds, the pavement was broken into pieces, and there was no vegetation left, whatsoever. But that was the least of my worries. I looked down as I descended, and there they were, their hideous corpses, splayed all over the street.

     I dropped to my haunches in front of what was left of them and still recognisable. No, I thought, This can't be happening!

The police and rescue teams had showed up, and they had to tear me away from my parents. I wouldn't let them take my parents from me. Never.

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     I never was able to get over it. The worst part is that Thunder Dash, Rainbow Lightning Dash's twin, had seen the whole thing from her bedroom window. She ran away, and later, I found out where she went.

     She had found out about my fate, and decided to finally take her revenge. Since the Factory archives contained the time tables of the deadline for every death in the universe (they had discovered an alien technology and stolen it), they knew when every pony was to die. They took advantage of that, and made a point to capture every one they could and use them.

     My sister had taken advantage of that as well.

     She had a trick up her sleeve to get revenge. She escaped and told me that I was being hunted. I foolishly believed her, and because of it, time was upset, and so I am now no longer able to die since I missed the end of my timeline. I failed to conclude my story, if you will.

     I sort of saw this as a fit punishment... not exactly. It was stupid for them to tell her what would happen, and horrible of her to take her revenge. But, forty years later, I had the last laugh. I stayed young while she grew old and weary, and could no longer handle the Factory's brutal work requirements. So, they ended her. As for my other sister, Rainbow Lightning Dash, the one you are so commonly knowledgeable of, one of the four-time-saviours of Equestria, died at the age seventy-three, from a flight accident.

     I always told her to never trust an old mare's bones.

So, what does it feel like to experience loss? Are you now understanding what you will have to go through in future centuries to come?

     You've got no idea. It's horrible. To sit and watch as someone special to you dies. It tore me up so many times. And yes, I do fully understand all the sh*t I'm going to be in through out in the rest of my eternal life.

And how did you cope with these losses?

      I drank. A lot. I'd find somebody else who was still there to comfort me.. Sometimes I'd find a completely new pony.. And get in a relationship.. I'd often turn to some pony whom I had love and affection for.. And ask for intimacy. Sometimes, though... If it was someone whom I had to strong of feelings for.. I would make attempts on my life. They always failed.

What does it feel like to die and come back?

      Like having an electric shock pulse through your body, then suddenly to wake up from a nightmare, gasping instead of screaming. Then, any wound that you died from or that you had at the time suddenly stitches and mends it self, never even leaving a scar. It's painful, in a way. So is dying.

Have you ever been dead long enough to know what to look forward to?

      No, not really. My time til resurrection never lasts longer than five minutes. As far as I'm concerned, despite what the a Princesses have promised, there's nothing.

and if there was nothing, would you rather be glad you couldn't die?

     Suppose you could put it that way. Nothing would get boring very quickly.