The End is nigh

‘Into darkness you will go, one by one, be a part of my show.’

The snow....
Keeps falling.

The skies above the once green hills are muted now, a dull grey, serving as a seldom reminder of the boundless splendor they once held for the likes of me.

It only drags out those buried memories from the deepest corner of my mind.
Memories of a place where like the air time stood still,frozen in place like the snow that now dances upon the colors of my mane.

Silence.
Stillness.

I no longer hear the pounding of my heart in my ears nor do my nostrils fill with the scent of rusted iron but I feel those orbs of darkness upon me, the holes that pierce through flesh and bore their way into my very soul.

Ah yes, I remember it well.

Only when your hooves are stained can you finally see,what it means to strive for purity.
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THREE DAYS EARLIER...

The bright yellow light danced its way into the window pane, slowly it enveloped the room like a much needed warm blanket on a winters night revealing the form of a cyan mare curled up under the covers which carried the distinct yellow and blue embellishments of the wonderbolts.

The mare lied there in silence,the rose colored orbs staring down into the fluffy white pillow nestled between cyan hooves. It had been another one of many sleepless nights.
There were times where no matter how many stunts she performed or tricks she played, No matter what antics the mare could do to occupy her mind, those memories still returned from that dark place in her mind that thirsted to know more, the truth.

At first she would awaken in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, counting her lucky stars that she would never have to see that wretched world again. Now the mare wanted to know more, it was like the plate of cookies just in hooves reach before dinner, a secret temptation that presented itself again and again.

The last words upon its lips were the ones that started this whole mess, the temptation.

‘Just you.’

The cyan mare had grown used to the adoring of fans and praise of her peers but she for one reason or another had become a beings reason to be.

This notion sickened her, the atrocities it committed for the sake of capturing her were almost as depraved as the methods it used to carry out its wicked plans.
However deep down inside she could not help but feel pity for this thing, the more and more she thought on the subject as to the ‘why’ the more she could begin to see some actions as justified.

The mare slowly rose from her bed, her back making a rather loud cracking noise as she set her hooves upon the floor boards. With a slow pace she made her way to the small kitchenette. Rainbow dash opened the bottom most cabinet and grabbed a metal cookie sheet ,the silver tray wedged between her teeth firmly as she gave a slight kick to the cabinet door.

Today was another one of Pinkies trademark parties but this time she wanted to contribute something as well other than an aerial trick or two.Truth be told she had always been quite the skilled baker and seamstress but she did not want to take away from any other ponies spotlight so she found it best to pretend not to notice Pinkie not using enough butter and to turn a blind eye to some of the incorrect hems on some of Rarities dresses.

She simply would play it off and continue portraying herself as the groups athlete of the sky.

“A pinch of salt and some chili powder should do the trick.” She said to nopony in particular as she finished mixing the batter in the bowl by hoof, things always tasted better when stirred by your own hooves. They always have more to them in the end, more heart.

Today was special indeed,it was Scootaloo’s birthday. Not only was the filly her number one fan but she was the closest thing to any family she really had.
The cyan mare often imagined them participating at the sisterhooves social together but her daydreams were cut short as the oven began to chime.

“ Come on now, get your head in the game.” The mare encouraged herself as she gently eased the cake in, making sure not to burn herself.
Now Rainbow was, like most everypony, using her mouth. The cyan mare had plenty of burns to show for it and often wondered just how did Pinkie and the Cakes move things with such skill using their hooves alone!

It would just have to be another unsolved great Equestrian mystery up there with where Pinkie came from and just what exactly was that place and why she seemed to be the only one who can remember it.

The cake was done and the present made, it was going to to be a grand party indeed. A special scooter that worked on clouds and a chocolate lava cake, everything any filly would ever want.

The party was just like any other Pinkie catered get together, same games,same punch, same music, and some sorry excuse for dancing.The cyan mare watched the party from the comfort of her perch aside the punch bowl, finding more and more that this once fun type of event was just plain boring. Everything after her last adventure through Hell here and everywhere in between was just dull in general.

The more she thought on it the more something began to build within her, a need for something bigger, something more.
It could have been the sleepless nights that danced the ideal into her mind for it to grow and grow without her noticing but all the same she simply found everything boring now and the things that once brought a smile to her face were just irritating.

Scootaloo on the other hand was the exception, a smile crossed the cyan mares features as the little orange filly danced in her own different way.
Everyday the filly grew more amazing and bold, she like herself, was a star waiting to take to the night sky to shine.

Pinkie jumped out from seemingly nowhere surrounded by balloons and streamers of more colors than Rainbows own mane.

“ Happy Birthday!!!!” The pink mare cheered as the crowd sang along, the cake they brought out however was not the one she had brought. No. It was a towering commercial white cake slathered with what else but white and pink frosting.

Rainbow walked up and sang along with a smile, leaning to whisper to the pink mare.
‘Hey, what happened to my cake?’
Now the cyan mare said this in the nicest of ways, it was no more than an honest question.

The pink mare giggled and whispered back.
‘Well I figured yours was good but you would want the best for Scootaloo..I am a professional after all.’

The smile faded as she backed away from the other, feeling something in her begin to creep along the back of her mind.
This feeling was new and was highly alarming yet strangely alluring, Dark lingering touches that grazed lovingly at the locks of the pandora's box of the mind, scant moments away from releasing what should never be unbound.

‘’You've returned to this life yet you still want more, You yearn for things you've never dreamed before. The world of light is not what it seems, close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.’