Note: This is meant to be very very very very (2 centuries later) very very short.

How do you cope with losing the thing that mattered most in your life? For Lyra, she can't. She lost the pony that meant everything to her. Lyra lost Bon Bon. They were best friends since they were foals. Bon Bon meant so much to Lyra.. she was everything she had.

This is my first attempt at writing a sad story AND writing a third person/pony story. If you hate the story and want to send hate comments and stuff, why would you read this in the first place?