No one understood her, nobody cared. All that was passed was rumors, but even those hushed tones were silenced. Everyone watched not with horror, but with curiosity and prejudice. This night was something special. Some called it an 'anniversary', others a great occasion for all. But to one, it was a living nightmare.

The night flushed with moonlight was given an eerie glow. The eyes of those in attendance flooded with the reflection. Even she wanted to know what was going on and why, but not a soul dared to speak or answer. The only subtle clue was the ominous feeling within everyone. What was the special occasion? Only one truly knew. She knew it in her gut...

An execution.

The first ever trial conceived in years, and thus resulting in a vile disgusting verdict. The bloodshed wouldn't be in war, not in hate, nor in age. This one was one of an evil deed being punished. But...

What was done?

Did any even know?

A passing glimpse through her eyes told you everything. She had power, strength, even dedication. So why did it end? Why would it be snuffed out? Surely this one of all people would be praised, maybe even worshiped. You could see it all in her eyes. The bright color showered you in hope, mirrored the very vibrant strength you knew to find within her.

The night went on.

Through this night the dark voices sang out in triumph. Nobody could even see a foot past, but all clearly heard. The still night barely rustled any leaves. With all of the horrible things passing through everyone, only one thought preceded the others. This thought looked to a day of sunshine, even where there was none. Looked at hope, when it was dashed. Looked to her, before any others. Only she could end the terrible never-ending night. She with the pearl eyes. Only she knew what to do. But every other looked at her with disgrace lining their pupils.

But she was fine. She was calm. She was hurt, yes. But this was no time to show it. She knew this, and kept it all inside. All the others could do as they wished. She would prevail in the end. An execution was to take place? Alright, but it wouldn't be hers. The light shone in her like life. The wind blew in and refreshed her skin, slightly moving her coat. She took in a breath...

...But it was her last...

The night raised no alarm. No scream was heard. Even all the gathered attendees weren't aghast. Instead laden with a new refreshed feeling. They hoped she was gone. They wanted it all to be over. No one could even imagine what she did. No one even knew an execution was possible in such peaceful lands...

Peaceful... As though it were. There was no hope in these lands. What they called peaceful, she thought was uneventful. What they thought was a good day, she thought of pain and tyranny. When the others liked the judgement, she thought otherwise. She would've saved them all. She could've saved them... But that's another hope dashed... Another nail driven in to the box. All could've been fine. It could've been better. IT could've been better. IT. What defined it? The nation? The world, including the lands of all of Equestria? Not even close. It affected everything and everyone. The darkness devoured all. It even penetrated their eyes. You could see it. The corruption in all of them. So easy it was to point out. Too bad only she knew... And now she was gone. It became still again.

Everyone left. Back to their homes. Back to their cells... There wasn't home. It was all a nightmare. Just as it was back then. Only instead of an obvious ruler like the Princesses, there was an unknown force dictating everything. So there they went. Like sheep to a slaughter, except one. The one lying still in the grass. Only she remained.

Author's Note

Patience friends. All will be answered soon enough...