Night had passed since 5 hours and the new day had begun not too long ago. The lights of day didn't affect the gray mood of the many who grieved over the death of one. Across the farm remained what was left of the barn. The area was had patches of ash and glowing ember radiating off its heat. Few trees remained intact, but many were left in its burnt appearance. The beautiful passages that one could pass through now looked grim. Leaves were yellow and dead; some were singed black as if it would never change back. All the fire was put out an hour after the crash. Soaked but warm wooden structures were everywhere. The stench of soot fouled the air and gagged those nearby its proximity. It was an awful black sight.

Weather team did all they could to save the farm, but not a life. A body was recovered, but details were confidential. It was taken away by two carrying it on opposites with a stretcher. The family went along by a cart that took them away from here. It looked slow, but only time can tell. The victim's friends were immediately notified by a messenger from town. A knock on the door for one at a library seemed to early for something unimportant. But it wasn't. The greeting was turned grey when the messenger had a dismal expression. The message given was mostly muted to her because her mind blocked her hearing after the words "I'm sorry Twighlight, but your friend Applejack..." She broke down in tears of sorrow. There was no need for more explanation. It's as if she sensed it at the night of her passing. The messenger comforted her and stayed for so little to tell the rest.

Others who got the message had a different response. The elegant unicorn who owned a boutique had a deadpan expression that masked her sorrow. When the messenger left, she went upstairs and looked at her old album that was in a cabinet. Photographs of herself were first to see. Skipping through older times, she found newer ones. Parties where they went to, mishaps that they dealt with, and adventures never to be forgotten. Turning a few pages, Rarity found her old designs of dresses for a special occasion. Beautiful they all were too her. Each design was on its own page. Stopping after 3 designs was the one she was searching for. The green and brown dress that mirrored her friends personality. Every piece was put together at heart for her to accentuate in. Tears fell like rain drops and splashed onto the image. Stifling sniffles started and a heartbreak of friendship lower her mood. Mourning now, Rarity lowered her head and closed the album to put it aside. The tears were falling rapidly by now as she did her best to wipe them from her face. Mascara ruined and faded, she sobbed while covering her face with a pillow. Today was not a day to begin work.

It didn't end here. The balloons at a bakery deflated and lost its rich colors. Inside was all too bland and dull. A pink party pony had the mood of a party pooper. No tears for her, but a somber face that didn't want to be disturbed. Closing her eyes she just sat and stayed gloomy.

High in the sky was a rainbow-haired pegasus far from town alone on a cloud staring at the ground. Eyes that had no sign of life at all. Staring. It wouldn't be long until she had to blink and start new. But could she do that?

But one that didn't take answers for the messenger or anyone at all. Alone, secluded, and far from the others was a tree house that was near a forest. A path led by a small dirt bridge followed by a snake-like path was This was the owner of a small care taking home filled with animals of all sort. All around was green and living. The tree had been here for a long time, but not the house.Inside was astounding to see. Critters crawling around and keeping themselves busy. Birds flying in and out of the house as if they were just fast colors passing by and out of sight. Outside too were animals just walking around. Only one was not busy.

Sitting on a large couch was a yellow pegasus. Heart aching with remorse, but was not showing any sign of it. Keeping all the pain within herself. This was herself to blame she believed. All of this wouldn't have happened if she only kept watch of them. They weren't to blame at all. It was her own fault. If she figured out sooner what they were going to do, Applejack wouldn't have died. All. Her. Fault. A sound had woken up Fluttershy a cup dropped and shattered all over the floor. The liquid was spattered not too far, but it was quite a mess. "Oh dear." She got off the couch and cleaned up her mess. Getting up, Fluttershy made her way to the kitchen. "No tea," said Fluttershy to herself when checking the teapot. She prepared herself another tea. Heating up the teapot, Fluttershy went back to the couch and relaxed herself. She thought of her friend, Applejack. She did have good times with just her. It started with her obvious adoration of Applejack's dog. It was hard for Fluttershy to make close friends in such a short time. Conversations went from just small talk to more personal stuff. Time spending with her extended from minutes to hours.

One time, Applejack's dog had gotten ill. Of course, she went to Fluttershy for help. In no time at all, Fluttershy found the cure and the dog was healthy and happy. Applejack never showed her worried side to anyone, but her. Hugged and thanked, Fluttershy only needed that as a thanks from a friend. Later on, Applejack showed her a tree that was special to her. Fluttershy's first thought was what was so special about this tree. It looked just like the others. Same pattern, same leaves, same everything. "Ah thought you'd might ask," remarked Applejack noticing Fluttershy's confusion. "This tree may look just like a tree," she continued, "but this tree is very special to me" Her friend didn't respond. "It's the tree Ah grew by myself, well sorta. But still...Ah hope you understand what it means to me." Both went to it and sat down. Applejack tipped her hat forward and relaxed. Fluttershy looked around and saw a forest of the same trees. Not in unison as one could expect, but in different rows going in different ways. Like a maze that had no ends. It was nearing winter at this time, the leaves fell one by one, swaying with no direction other than down. It was a relaxing to take a nap here. Just them and the trees.

The memory was interrupted by the loud whistling of a teapot. It was overheating and spewing out steam warning Fluttershy to get to its attention now. She got up quickly and rushed to cool it down. Pouring out tea, she made sure to carefully not spill it. It went a bit over its max amount and went on the table. This time, she ignored the second mess she made. Adding what was needed to make her simple tea, she headed back with her cup and sat down. "Feeling all right, sugarcube?" asked a familiar voice. Luckily Fluttershy didn't drop this cup, but rather froze up as if a spell was put on her. Turning her head to the direction was her old friend, Applejack. In the living flesh! But how exactly?

Author's Note

I finally finished this chapter and will be starting the next in a while. Thanks ice lightning for checking on this.