It was cold.
And yet at the same time warm. She was dimly aware of the blood spreading in a pool around her, staining her pure white fur a sickly red. She could hear the sound of a bell in the distance...or was that in her imagination?
The pony could feel the energy draining out of her, her soul slipping slowly out of her feeble, bleeding body.
Beside her lay the body of her dead friend, torn and scarred beyond recognition.
Out of the little white filly's parched mouth came a whimper, as though she was trying to call to the corpse beside her.
I'm sorry. You should've never died like this. Just trying to form the thought took all her remaining strength.
I was so stupid for following her. It killed me.
But regretting wasn't going to change anything. The young pony did not have the power to go back in time and change her actions.
"What's done is done. Surely you must know that."
The words of that traitor rang inside her head, over and over again. But yet she had a point, the young filly realized grudgingly, as much as she hated her for what she had done to all of them.
"You can't change her fate. Nor can you change yours."
The mare's voice again.
The pony's breath became shallower and shallower by the second as she watched the gem beside her darken until it became completely back.
You were wrong! You can change it...right?
And in that instant a terrible agony washed over her, but she was too weak to scream. All the filly could do was just endure it.
Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes until that final exhale of breath left her body.
