Last One To See Me Dies

Last One To See Me Dies

By: Dj Bron3

Editor: Dr. hoofs

It was morning,I had just woken up and was beginning to start my day when I got a call from my mom. Usually, my mom called me every few weeks to see how I was doing (and I suspected it was also to see that I hadn’t burned my house down).

This was not a check-up call. When I held the phone to my ear using my magic, I heard heavy crying and hyperventilation. My mom never cried unless it was something really important; and this was important.

“Oh it’s awful! Just awful!” was the first thing I heard her say. When I tried to calm her down, she just kept crying. This must have been the most serious thing ever to happen to my mom But I couldn’t console her if she didn’t tell me what happened.

“Mom.” I said sternly but cautiously. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” I pressed. After a while, I heard deep breathing. When she finally said something, I could still hear the pain in her voice and the sudden breaths she took in between words said that she was still fighting back tears.

“Son.” she said quietly, as if forced. “It’s your grandmare…” she followed up with a few sobs before continuing. “The doctors found her unresponsive in her hospital bed…….. She’s dead.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My grandmare? Dead? No. It just couldn’t be. I tried shaking my head to wake up from this nightmare. No. This wasn’t a dream. This was real. This was not something the Princess of the Night could wake me up from.

“Her funeral is this weekend.” I heard my mom say despite my inner conflict. Her cries were still echoing in my her. Holding back tears of my own, I thanked my mom for letting me know and hung up. As soon as I was sure nopony could hear me, I bawled my eyes out. I didn’t care that I was crying. I had loved my grandmare more than anything, and now that she was gone, it was too many emotions all at once.

After a few minutes of crying and remembering old memories, I now had a new emotion stirring. Anger. My grandmare had been the kindest, most gentle pony I had known, and although she had been addicted to smoking, we could have helped her!

“WHY?!” I yelled at the empty walls of my house. “Why did she have to die?! She could’ve gotten help! JUST WHY?!!” I then poured my rage into my horn. Using my hatred at the world for taking my grandmare from me, I magically threw all the furniture in the room all around. I even broke the lamps and vases by throwing them against the walls. I didn’t care. This was my moment of rage. I deserved this! Then I made the furniture into a tornado of anger with me as the eye of the storm of emotions. If my hide wasn’t already pitch-black, I could’ve sworn the speed of the leather couches forbade me from seeing my own body’s color.

After I was done having my temper tantrum, my head was clear enough to think again. I suddenly had an idea. Ponies talked about how good the Princess of Friendship was at magic, so maybe she (or any of the other princesses) could help me say goodbye to my grandmare one last time.

Before I could have a second thought, I was on the streets of Baltimare, running towards the Castle of Friendship in Ponyville. Princess Twilight was my last chance to make a deal with Death.