Legacy of Death Belle: The Cursed Crusader

A lone figure descend onto the sands of where the unicorn filly had fallen, noticing that she would die if not given water, food or medical assistance, even if she was not injured in any way, shape or form.

With a sigh and shake of the creature's head, it grabbed the filly in it's teeth and hoisted her onto it's back before spreading it's wings wide and lifting into the air to steer away from the high speed currents of the desert storm that was coming near, hoping to help the filly to survive, if only for a while.

"Yo, Sweets!" a familiar voice screamed into the small unicorn's left ear as she winced before opening her eyes that were blurred for a second due to the strange change of scenery.

She saw...hay on the floor before her, and the solid creation of a barn with it's brown wooden support beams above her along with many items used for farming.

The face of Scootaloo who had her eyes widen in a hint of fear for her best friend was right near Sweetie Belle's own before the small Pegasus grinned and with a blink of her eyes shouted behind her right shoulder.

"Hey Bloom, she's awake...the damned horned girl can't even die right, huh?" Scootaloo laughed before stepping back to allow the very worried and annoyed face of Apple Bloom to come to Sweetie Belle's vision.

"Ya'll had Ah and Scoots worried sick, Sweets.....what happened to ya?And what's with that fancy jewel around ya'll neck? Huh? Answer mah, Sweetie Belle.....are ya alright?" Apple Bloom questioned rapidly to the unicorn's face before she pushed the earth pony away from her and with a groan said only four words.

"You got a smoke?" she asked which earned her a shape and painful cuff from Apple Bloom's right front hoof who was now screaming her words in rage at her fillyfriend.

"DO AH GOT A SMOKE? WHO THE BUCK DO YA THINK YA ARE TO JUST ASSUME THAT YA WOULD GET YA'LL'S FIX WHEN WE FOUND YA DYING FROM HEAT EXHAUSTION AND STARVATION IN FRONT OF MAH BARN AND ALLOWING MAH AND THE REST OF THE FAMILY TO BE WORRIED SICK ABOUT YA, DO YA EVEN-"

"I think she gets it, Bloom, calm down now, will ya? She must be so shaken up from the where ever she was that she passed out near somewhere hot, right Sweets?"

Scootaloo cut off Apple Bloom furious rant as the earth pony stomped off in a fit of rage, Sweetie Belle swallowing the spittle in her throat having never seen such a side from her as she turned her head towards Scootaloo who grinned then grabbed a pack of smokes from her tail and taking one out with her teeth, holding it out for Sweetie Belle and lighting a single match before lighting the tip as the filly inhaled and exhaled the nicotine deeply from her mouth.

"Thanks, Scoot....I seriously needed that." Sweetie Belle spoke as she rose from her spot on the ground and after stumbling for a second, regained her balance before she walked towards where Apple Bloom had stomped off to, intent on apologizing to her and putting out the cigarette with a hoof after taking one last drag.

Before she could open the barn door to tell Apple Bloom she was sorry, she was stopped by Scootaloo's left front hoof who shook her head slowly with a close of her eyes as Sweetie Belle felt tears brim the edges of her eyes, before she collapsed to the ground and sobbed loudly, allowing all her sorrow and anger at what has been done to her onto those around her.

"Hey, what's wrong, Sweetie Belle? Bloom....come here, something is seriously wrong with Sweetie!" Scootaloo shouted out the barn as they both heard the sound of rushing hoof steps come to them and with the barn door opening, Apple Bloom appeared with a sliver tray of apple slices and a pitcher of cider in her mouth as she set the tray down onto the ground and trotted up to Sweetie Belle before embracing her in her own front hooves as the filly told them of all she remembered, knowing she could not allow what she had seen to be with her only...she could not.

Three hours had passed in the large shelter that physically covered the three fillies, but not emotionly as the two friend's could not even imaged what their friend had gone through in the harsh lands of the desert, watching her older sister to be killed because of some damned jewelry fabled to grant the powers of a god and ultimate power to the wielder, the tray of food gone while they had watched their friend stuff herself full not even bothering to leave them any cider in her hunger.

Sweetie Belle was openly sobbing on Apple Bloom's coat while she watched with a broken heart for her lover, guilt slicing through her heart at her angry words she had spoke while Scootaloo gently ran her left front hoof over Sweetie Belle's back, doing what she could to give her own share of comfort, not that it helped much.

"Sweets....what I want to know is....how did you get here? The desert is forty miles away form Ponyville, and your a unicorn, a filly at that....who brought you here?" Scootaloo asked softly into Sweetie Belle's right ear as she shook head head before lifting it from the pale yellowed fur of one of her best friends and replied.

"I don't know...I honestly don't.....I had fainted before I even notice anypony coming near me in that cruel wasteland" Sweetie Belle spat making Scootaloo only nod as Apple Bloom nuzzled her snout to Sweetie Belle's own who enjoyed the small pleasure.

"Well...Ah just glad ya alive is all....Ah don't know what Ah do if we lost ya, Sweets." she said quietly allowing the unicorn to only smile before she put head head into the soft fur of Apple Bloom again, hoping to only sleep with her friends but was not given such luxury as Scootaloo stood up from where she was laying.

"Oh, we almost forgot to give you your gift, Sweets....Yo, Apple, go get it will ya?" she ordered causing the filly to glare at her before she swore under her breath and with a kiss on Sweetie Belle's left cheek lifted herself from the hay then were resting in and walking out of the barn to get the item she had created with Big Macintosh's help.

"So uh, Sweets.....what's with the red jewel that we found around your neck?" Scootaloo asked in confusion, Sweetie Belle sighed loudly as she told of being given the jewel from Magic Blades after Rarity's death, forcing herself to not cry again as her Pegasus friend listened with a serious look on her face before it was ended.

"By the way...where is it anyway?" she asked as Scootaloo shrugged.

"I think Applejack has it, once we found you and got you healed up, Applejack took the jewel but did not tell us where she put it, I'm not sure she even wants you to have it...oh well. Both Applejack and Big Mac are at work so we did what we could to take care of you."

She answered making Sweetie Belle nod before they both turned their heads upon hearing the barn door open again and saw Apple Bloom with a long, wrapped in blue birthday paper item in her mouth as she rushed over and dropped it onto a nearby work table, opening and closing her mouth to get rid of the ache in her jaw before turning to her friends and pointing a hoof at the present.

"There you are....happy birthday, Sweets....it took a month to get done because of Big Mac's other orders, but it's finally finish." she spoke proudly, hoping the gift who cheer her up, or at least help her to not feel so useless at the very least.

Sweetie Belle, with Scootaloo trailing close behind her looked at the 'gift' as she raised an eyebrow in confusion and with nothing left to lose, opened the wrapping.

Because it was night time, the item was a bit hard to see, but nonetheless Sweetie Belle understood what she was staring it.

It was a scythe, with brown wood complete with a sliver blade attached to the left side and curved, the width of the blade being six inches long while the height of it was four.

It had a tint of purple on it, in honor of Rarity, why or how they would add Rarity's color of her mane and tail Sweetie would never know, but she did know that the scythe had a single, curved hole of the wood a foot underneath the blade, the shape for any type of pony to slip their hoof into while other creatures could use their claws, paws, etc.

The stick of wood was only  two inches taller then Sweetie Belle herself when she stood on her rear hooves which she did now to balance the weapon on her two front hooves as she chuckled then laughed louder before she was grinning from ear to ear.

"So what's going to happen when I get older? How will I be able to hold this thing when I start growing more?" She asked as Apple Bloom replied that all she needed to do was come see her as she got older and she would replace the wood but leave the blade the same for it was very expensive to have the blade polished to be permanently such a color.

"I LOVE it, Apple Bloom....it's perfect and," she paused before slipping her left front hoof into the slot and holding her right on top of the wood before swinging the dangerous weapon to the right, barely missing the table that the weapon once rested as she laughed and swung to the the left, her hoof being twisted in an odd angle as she grunted in pain before stopping and frowning at the weapon in her hooves.

"It seems I have to practice with this thing before I can even think about doing any damage to anypony." Sweetie Belle whispered.

"Damage? Sweetie, Ah created that thing so ya'll could help with the fields on the farm before ya were able to use ya magic, not for ya to go killing creatures across the land in ya quest for revenge to Magic Blades!" Apple Bloom yelled as the filly removed her hoof from the slot and dropped the scythe to the ground while dropping back to all four hooves and grabbing it in her teeth, wobbling as both the blade and wood caused her head to tilt every which way.

Setting the weapon or in this case, tool on the table, Sweetie Belle turned towards her fillyfriend, her eyes narrowed in anger at how she could be so closed minded and against having her revenge for her sister.

"I told you before that I was going to do whatever it took to give that mare what she deserves, and I'm not going to be stopped just because you don't agree with my choice of action, Apple Bloom....I have no life just sitting on a farm and working my tail off every day, I have a chance to make this right and give Rarity the vengeance she deserves." Sweetie Belle shouted back while her nose touched Apple Bloom's who had her own eyes narrowed and mouth changed into an angered frown.

Neither of them in their anger of trying to be proven right, or trying to stop another's dangerous and selfish quest for revenge had notice Scootaloo silently slide towards the scythe on the table, hoping to give it a few swings before she was caught and knowing Sweetie Belle would think she was being to reckless with it.

"Oh so now we earth ponies are useless because we work hard at what we got rather then using some fancy, pansy magic spell, huh? Ya have got no fighting skills in the least, Sweetie Belle, Magic Blades and Rarity were professional at what they did when it came to fighting and they had no choice in the matter when it came to killing their enemies, Ya'll don't even know no damn magic and even if ya did-"

"That's not what I meant, Bloom and you know it! I'll learn how to fight with this weapon if I have to, I'll get training and do what I have to.This is about what I have to do to give Rarity peace of mind and redeem her, and I can't do that on no damn, bucking FARM!"

Sweetie Belle screamed back, Apple Bloom gritted her teeth and was about to retort when she noticed that Scootaloo was standing on her high hooves with Sweetie Belle's scythe and her right front hoof in the slot swinging it around as if she was attacking enemies.

"What are ya'll doing, Scootaloo?" Apple Bloom yelled to the orange coated filly who paused in embarrassment at being caught red hoofed.

"Hey! Put that down, Scoot, that's my birthday present, not a toy. Stop touching things that are not yours!" Sweetie Belle screamed as she trotted up to Scootaloo and grabbed the wood from her hooves as her left begin to twist at an odd angle.

"Yo, back off, Sweetie Belle...this maybe yours but you don't got to get your tail in a knot, you could have just asked to be given it back" Scootaloo shouted as she tugged at the wood that her hoof was caught in.

"And you could have bucking asked to use it, I need this Scoots and I'm not going to allow you to break it just because you think everything is a game!" she shouted before tugging at the wood to remove her hoof, the blade being turned around back and forth between the two fillies as they tried to get the dangerous weapon from the other.

"Give it to me!"

"Buck off"

"I said give it to ME, Scootaloo!" Sweetie Belle screamed before the force of her pull and strength of Scootaloo's pull caused the wooden slot to snap, swinging the blade of the scythe deep into Scootaloo's chest, impaling deep as she coughed up a spray of blood at Sweetie Belle's face, forcing her to ignore her own friends blood as a long, thick line of blood ran down the left side of her chin, the dying filly looking deep into Sweetie's Belle's eyes, her sad, betrayed eyes being engraved into her mind, never to be forgotten.

She breathed her last breathe in Sweetie Belle's eyes, before the filly herself was shoved violently out of the way by Apple Bloom, with Big Macintosh and Applejack running into the barn by the screaming, the scythe being ripped from Scootaloo's chest by Big Mac as Sweetie Belle cowered with her front hooves coving her face, never able to forgive herself for the sin of which she had committed.

"Scoots, don't you die on mah you hear? Don't you bucking die on mah.....SCOOTALOO!"  Applejack shouted as her efforts to revive the young filly was for naught, Scootaloo was dead.

*One week later*

All of Ponyville was in attedance for the death of Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle weeping was never stopped from herself or anypony. Sweetie Belle was tempted to burn the scythe but for some reason could not find the heart to do it, Apple Bloom never speaking once to her in four days, not wanting to have anything to do with the one that killed their best friend.

It was night when Sweetie Belle had to force herself to eat, looking at the grave that embossed Scootaloo's name as she took a big bite of her red apple, ignoring the tears soaking the fruit.

"I'm sorry, Scoots...I'm so sorry." she whispered as guilt ripped open her heart with it's cold, harsh truth that she was the cause of her best friend's demise.

"Yeah, I can tell your soooo sorry....and it's really, really getting annoying, Sweets." a small and smart mouth voice spoke behind the filly as she turned around, her eyes widen in shock as she saw no pony or any other creature near her before noticing an orange glow and seeing Scootaloo before her eyes, her form shifting but still visible as the filly smirked before grabbing a smoke from her tail and lighting a match while lighting the tip as well, inhaling the tobacco deeply before exhaling it out her nose with a grin.

"Scoot....Scootaloo?" Is that really you?" Sweetie Belle asked, her mind not able to understand what was before her own eyes as the filly in question rolled her own eyes and replied.

"No, it's me, Scootaloo the dragon, how you doing fillies and gentle colts? Right, like I would be that dumb as to appear before you as a damn dragon, buck that.....tell me Sweets, how long it been since you had a smoke? A week now or something? Been crying like a little bitch for the death you caused me, huh? How touching, really." Scootaloo laughed making Sweetie Belle stand up and ignore the apple that dropped to the ground and rolled away for her.

"But....but how did you-"

"Guess you can thank the goddess of death for that, huh? Shit, stop whining already will you? I may be dead but at least you won't be alone on this quest of yours right? I mean being sent to Tartarus and then being given the chance to come back to the living to bring sorrow to the one that killed me even though it was an accident? How could I not say yes? Damn, Sweets, you look awful...you really need to get yourself cleaned up if we are going to leave, ya heard me?"

Scootaloo spoke with another inhale then exhaled of her smoke, the grey smoke being blown towards Sweetie Belle but could not smell it as it went right pass her, before disappearing into the air.

"Leave? What the hay are you talking about? Leave to where and I'm not going anywhere, in fact, Apple Bloom, come here...Scootaloo's back!"

"I would not do that if I were you, Sweet-"

"What the blazes are ya'll screaming about Sweetie Belle, ain't it bad enough that our friend is dead that you got to be playing sick, bucked up games with her death!" Apple Bloom shouted in rage as she ran towards Scootaloo's grave, knowing that it was the place she would come to everyday to ask her for forgiveness.

"But look she's here, don't you see her, she's right-" Sweetie Belle replied as she pointed a hoof at the orange filly who had a smirk on her face, inhaling the smoke in her mouth once more as she shook her head before exhaling out her nose.

"NO...Ah don't see her. What the BUCK is wrong with ya'll, Sweetie Belle? Scoots is gone....gone ya hear.....she's gone and she not ever coming back..." Apple Bloom screamed as her voice trailed off and without a word she ran off, fresh tears falling to the ground behind her, Sweetie Belle to confused to comfort her fillyfriend.

She turned her head to look at Scootaloo who chuckled "I warned you, Sweets....she can't see or hear me....that special talent is only reserved for you and of course maybe a god or goddess, your my bitch now, Sweetie Belle. So I suggest that you stand up, grab that broken piece of shit that's your weapon and get some training in your bones......we got a long, dark road ahead of us."

Scootaloo laughed harshly with glee as blue lighting cracked the sky above and as the white furred filly wept for the the lost of her friend and her dark words, not even noticing as the skull of a unicorn with fangs in exchange for teeth and twin black scythes, one crossed over the other appeared permanently on her flank, respecting her talent as a filly who would bring tragedy and even death to every life she would meet.