I woke up slowly. My vision was blurry, however, I still attempted to look around, but the darkness consumed the room. My left wing hurt like it never had before. I looked at my surroundings, and then at my wing. Where I thought I would see my wing dislocated, I saw a mangled, bloody mess where my wing should of been.
I tried to crawl away, I felt more pain from my wing; when I looked above it, I noticed my wing was trapped underneath a large piece of debris.
I almost began to hyperventilate. The pain multiplied when I finally realized what it was. I started panicking, what had happened. I did not know who would be there if I called out. I hoped Spike would be somewhere nearby; if he was, then maybe he could help me, possibly free me.
“Sp-Spike!” I cried, through all of the pain. I started to cough violently. The room was filled with dust and debris, making it harder for me to breathe. I could feel my throat growing taut and I felt almost like I was being choked by some invisible force.
I waited for a few seconds, then yelled again, “SPIKE! HELP!” This time louder than before. My voice echoed in the small space, and I could hear the desperation and panic in the echoes.
There was no response. I attempted a light spell, just to lighten up the room. My head began to ache, the stress from the pain made the spell more difficult. I managed to begin the spell; however, I heard in the back of head, “Don’t do it.”
My horn lit up, the room was bathed in a light purple and violet glow, and I could finally see again. At first my eyes were not used to the light, but after a few seconds, my eyes adjusted.
I should have listened to that voice.
Inside the room, I saw the corpse of my number one assistant. His contorted body was missing its legs, as well as its tail. The top half of his purple and green body was covered in sickly red blood. Coming from his body, were his entrails, they must dragged behind him before he had died. There was a blood trail leading to where the rest of Spike was. I looked to the origin of the blood trail, and found a large piece of debris. Underneath it, were a crushed pair of purple and green baby dragon legs, and tail. When I looked back at Spike, a face of pain, and terror was frozen on his face.
His eyes were frozen open. His little green pupils were so wide and round. I began to feel twists and turns in my stomach as I continued to stare at the distorted form that was once my number one assistant.
I tried to hold my lunch, but ultimately I vomited. I wanted to get away from the vomit, but my trapped wing halted me from doing so. I thought of my options, I could cut off my wing, or I could attempt to move some of the rubble.
I began a spell to attempt to move the piece of debris. My horn glowed, as did the rock. It moved slightly, sliding against the ground, before pain shot through my wing again. The spell was immediately cut off and the rubble fell back onto my wing. The pain multiplied, and I involuntarily screamed. I felt my voice crack, my throat began aching; however, it was only a minuscule amount of pain compared to what had happened before now.
I looked around, the light spell still brightening up the room. I did have an option, however, it would be difficult, and extremely painful. I inspected my wing, noticing a gash near where the piece of debris fell on my wing.
I looked closer at the cut. Seeing bone, a thought formed in my mind. What bone was there, was basically bone dust. “Celestia help me.” I thought as I decided to put the thought into action.
I thought of what could be in my room that I could use. I remembered I had a knife, that I kept in my nightstand. I had it for craft reasons, so it was not the sharpest knife in the world. The last time I had sharpened it was a few days ago, so maybe it would work.
I looked around my room, looking for my knife. I eventually spotted it. It was not in any place that would be hard for me to get it from. I just had to look for a second. Using magic, I received the knife from its resting spot.
I put the blade near the base of my wing. I flinched, before slicing the blade through my wing. The blade cut through the flesh like butter due to the sharpness of it. Blood poured out of the wound. I crawled away, before seeing a dress that Rarity had made for me. I crawled over to it. My vision was beginning to get blurry again.
When I was near the dress, I blew on some of the fabric, trying to get some of the dust off of it. Afterwards, I wrapped my new stub, I wrapped it tightly, so keep pressure on it, just in case-
That was the last thing I remembered before darkness filled my vision
* * *
I wandered through the now ruins that were once The Ponyville Castle. Rubble was everywhere, I occasionally have to lift rubble out of my way so I could find who I was looking for. It was pitch black without the use of light spell. The spell of light followed me through the once lively castle.
“A shame,” I spoke to myself, “So much work for nothing.”
I continued down the ravaged hallway. When I started to spell something very strong, something awful. The smell in question, was vomit. I picked up my pace, and found the room where the Princess of Friendship must be.
I looked into the room, and the light lit up the room. What I saw would be a horrific scene to the average pony, but I had seen many things that strengthened me. I walked into the room, passing two halfs of a purple baby dragon, stopped when I stood over a lavender alicorn.
She had been through a lot in the past couple of hours. The stump where her wing would usually be, the vomit a couple of a feet away from her. The blood trail that led to a dismember.
I admired for a moment. She had done so much to survive, even if she knew she would have lost so much. I was impressed. She had done so much.
“Such a damn shame.” I spoke.
Her purple eyes opened, and horror filled her eyes as everything came back to her, after a moment, she looked over, and saw me.
“Hello, Twilight Sparkle.”
