The Grave Digger's Daughter II

Obsidian was feeling easy one night and she went to her mirror and before she cast her spell she saw a pony outside her window. There wasn't anything particularly interesting about this pony save for the fact she trudged slowly and her body was loose and her head hung low. Teleporting to the street she followed closely but not too closely. They arrived at a small house outside of town and the pony went inside. "You're fucking late again Sunflower! It's five o' clock and I'm hungry! You know what you worthless piece of shit? You're nothing but a waste of life!" More hurtful things were said and a pegasus stallion stormed out of the front door and flew off into the evening sky; a beautiful sky for a potentially sad night. Obsidian walked through the door without knocking fear gripped her and just as she stepped in a sight met her eyes.

Sunflower was poised with a parring knife and Obsidian froze. "Listen Sunflower, you're not worthless! The have more worth that you'll ever know, just slide me the knife? I can help you get out of here.........." She coaxed for about an hour and was slowly making progress.

The house was a bit dinghy, the carpet was damp and smelled of mildew. The paint was in need of attention and judging from the ceiling the roof had a few leaks and mold in the rafters. To spite these flaws it showed that Sunflower was doing her best.

The stallion landed softly and bellowed, "Get the hell out of my house!" Before Obsidian could stop the knife with her magic, it was plunged deep into Sunflower's abdomen. The stallion shrugged and lit a cigarette and commented that at least his burden was gone and he walked out. Obsidian did her best to levitate the phone and tell the medics where she was while trying to slow the blood flow. When the medics arrived it was too late. The pegasus stallion had left and he wasn't to be found.

A few weeks later, felt dread in the middle of the night. She started to travel her portal to various parts of town, she came to a poorer district and she glanced around and saw a young teenaged colt or stallion she couldn't decide what term to use in her mind. He lay against a dumpster with several syringes and she guessed a drug of some kind. Using her magic she ran a diagnosis drug OD. He wasn't dead yet but close. He opened his eyes and for not being focused they showed fear. She found why her heart had ached but the only thing she could do now was comfort him as he passed. She walked up and what he said shocked her.

"You're that pony I've heard about? That one who shows up when somepony is dying............is it gonna be?" How could she answer him? She barely was able to tell him it was so. "Can you stay for a while? Or is there somepony else in the area who needs you?"

"I'm here for you" she gently stated as she lay beside him and held him close. She heard his heart rate slowing down.

"Can you sing to me please?" She nodded and sang a song that was used for funerals mostly. She hated that song, but she used it for those who wouldn't have a funeral like most ponies but were buried in no name graves.

"What is your name?"

"It's Blaze. You're Obsidian, someponies call you the 'Angel of Death' Just want to let you know I had heard how you were there for my sister a few weeks ago.........I don't know if you remember her, her name was Sunflower." She nodded, with her gift to sense one's death or being able to slow their deaths to give them a second chance at life; the curse to that gift is you'll remember those names until you died. Out of all the death she saw and the ponies she comforted the most difficult ones were the suicide or attempted suicides. She spent most of her nights crying and mourning those ponies.