An Infinite Sparkle

I find myself drifting into a rather strange feeling of numbness and feel like I am slowly drifting into unconsciousness, but nothing like I have experienced before. I faintly remember a book about what it felt in those last grasps of life, and I related it to my situation. I barely caught a glimpse of the place I had called home for so many years. I gasped, then my vision faded and all I could see was darkness.

--A few hours later--

"Twilight! Hey, Twi?" Spike called through the quiet castle. He entered the library and looked around, searching for his faithful master. "Well, I guess I'll go look in her room. I mean, I've pretty much looked everywhere else…" Spike said, his curiosity being replaced with a small hint of worry.

As Spike started towards Twilights room, he tried to see if he could hear the crisp sound of Twilight turning a page in her spell book, or the faint sparkling sound of her using her magic. Granted, he rarely could hear it, but he still perked his ears to see. He heard nothing, and bone-chilling silence filled the air. He knocked, nervously biting his lip.

"Twi?" He asked, breaking the silence, only for it to have repaired itself moments after. He knocked again, getting no response. He then slowly reached for the doorknob, only realizing that it was locked. He then burned the door, and hopped through the cave he had made to enter.

"Twilight?" He said. He scanned the room, and skimmed past the balcony, seeing a blob laying there. Paying little attention to it, he looked towards the closet, but then shook his head and looked back at the balcony. There lay his lavender master. "Twilight!" He yelled, as he waddled to her. She lay limp and cold.

Spike checked her pulse with a monitor, and dreaded the result. There was no life left in the princess.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, getting caught on his scales and dripping off of his checks like a wet leaf.

He pulled out some parchment paper, and began to write.

Dear Princess Celestia…