Luna's Creation

A steady flow of bright red blood stained the wooden floors and seeped through the cracks as Pinkie's body lie still in the silence. No pony had known what Luna had done to anypony at any time.

"Wa- bu- ....why did she..." Twilight said as her eyes flushed with water. Her eyes stung in the bitter air as she closed her eyes. Rainbow had said nothing. She just sat there, in the ground with her eyes wide open. Frozen. Her body was stiff and expressing shock and horror. She just kept sitting there. Doing nothing.

Twilight soon began to fill her face with anger. Her body felt like in was in flames.

"THAT'S IT!" She began. "I'm not going to have another pony die from this!" "This is the last time I see anypony die, suffer, or cry." Her face was bright red, and she felt nothing but confusion, anger and sadness.

"Rainbow, let's get out of here. I've always been teaching ponies to read and write. Let's teach who the hell Luna is messing with."

Luna gazed upon her left hoof as it was slightly sprinkled with dark red blood. She took in a deep breath, and let the stench of decaying corpses sink into her nostrils. The air was thick and heavy from destroyed villages up in flames. She could feel her ear quiver slightly to the left to adjust to the sound of ponies screaming and killing one another over, anything really. Starvation, supplies, or have just gone completely mad. She could feel her heart pound and drum against her chest with a strong rhythm. She felt the poison sinking even deeper. She never knew it would be this bad.

Luna still had bits and pieces of her original self still locked away inside of her decayed and infected brain. Sometimes, she sees flashbacks of her and her sister playing in the backyard in the hot summer, with the horizon glittered with pink clouds. After she killed Celestia, she cries over it randomly all night for no reason. She turns back to her original self in segments, only seconds or even less. She remembers. There is still hope.

Twilight crunches leaves and twigs beneath her hooves as she walked steadily into the horizon of what seemed to be a camp where Luna could be staying.

"Uh.... Twilight?" Rainbow said with a quiver.

"Yea? What is it?" Twilight said in her softest voice.

"Thanks for dragging me along back there. If.........if you didn't, I would have been sitting there the rest of my life." Rainbow said as she focused on the sound of crickets in the woods.

Rainbow had been awestruck by the fact Pinkie had literally killed herself. The once happy and joyful Pinkie she knew was gone, flown away in the dust storm of past. She was her best friend. Now gone. She had seen many deaths after Luna took over. Past friends, cousins, even family. But she couldn't bear to stand she lost her best friend. She didn't cry about it. She knew that crying over it would just waste time. That may have been the thought that hurt the most.

"I'm sorry," Twilight said with a long pause.

"I am too." Rainbow said as a single tear fled her cheek, and softly landed on a leaf.

The night was cold, and they needed to get a move on. Twilight had no idea how to take on a beast as powerful as Luna, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. Her thoughts ran wild like a pack of tigers chasing prey. Exhausted, emotionally and mentally, she fell next to a pine tree. Rainbow did the same. As her eyes fell into a deep darkness, she cuddled with Rainbow, and let her warmth shoot through her.

"Delightfully so," Twilight humbly said to herself.