Star In The Dark

Her wings were folded tightly against her sides. Her Star tried to call out to those who would listen to her voice, but it was caught in the pulse. She could feel her voice warping, becoming part of the collective beat that cover all of this undue creation.

Fluttershy was closing.

The air bent around her irregular energy, folding over her form as she took her magic and culled it to her farthest depths. The glowing river above her wisped its way off the apex of the utter blackness that sliced its way jaggedly upwards into the star filled sky.

Fluttershy was closing.

She whimpered, folding her wings forwards with a pain filled grimace. The feathers pushed back against the wind, and she hunkered down against a nearby tree. Her Star shuddered for a moment, but picked itself back up and reasserted itself against the tearing pulse.

Fluttershy was closing.

The pulse hammered against her, and she tried to pull in a little more to hold off the storm. Her eyes were clenched shut, but even through her eyelids, the glow was pulsing. As the pulse slowed to a stop, she moaned, getting back on her hooves.

Fluttershy was closing.

She had to have empathy. Her Star was to feel others, and she would fight against the blackness with all her might to see one of them again.

Fluttershy was closing.

If she had to give away her Star to do so, then so be it.