The Tiny Tales Of Chrissy And Richie

Chrissy Mourns The Lost

(Everything has it's time and everything dies...Fuck I miss the ninth Doctor!)

Richie Pov

There are times like this where I contemplate my life with Chrissy's…and realize just how much she's suffered compared to me.

Look at her, just look at her now, weeping into her hooves as we stand alone in the badlands.

It took a stupid amount of magic and subtlety to sneak out without alerting any of Celestia's dumbass guard, but with Chrissy being determined as she was, it was little surprise that we managed to do so.

I myself am bent down, holding her in my arms and trying my utmost not to weep with her. I didn't know them, I still don't…but they meant so much to her, they meant the world.

"It was my fault Richard," she wept quietly. "If I hadn't been so much a fool then…t-then they'd still be alive!"

"You can't keep torturing yourself like this Chrissy," I tried to soothe.

She turned her head to me, looked at me, right through me with such empty eyes…

"If have to Richard," she said, neigh, pleaded, all but desperate to make me see. "If I forget them, if I truly forget them then they're gone forever…I-I can't…"

She buried her face in my chest and sobbed helplessly, the tip of her horn scratching my neck and drawing blood.

I ignored it…

"Then don't forget them," I said, reaching down with my hand and cupping her muzzle, gently forcing her to look up at me. "Remember them with all you are, but don't…don't stay stuck in the past, don't sully their memory by refusing to let them go."

She looked away from me and at the lumps in the ground, all the lumps…all the graves.

So many, too many…Oh Chrissy, I'm so sorry.

Each lump in the ground had a single Changeling within it, every single one of them. Chrissy told me that she'd spent a day and night digging each one with her hooves, not magic. She'd done it until her hooves bled and then she'd carried right on doing it.

"I failed them Richie," she said, no sadness, no inconsolability…just nothing, no emotion in her voice. "I promised them food, I promised them a safe home to stay and grow up happy and strong. I promised them the world to live in as everyone else did, and in the end…all I managed to do was get my babies killed."

She snapped her gaze back onto me, lips trembling, ears down and eyes wide and shiny with tears.

"Tell me that I was innocent Richard," she pleaded. "Tell me that it wasn't my fault, that there was nothing else I could have done. Tell me so that I can forget them, tell me!"

I looked down at her apprehensively, nervously, as she stared back with an expression that all but screamed for forgiveness.

I opened my mouth...