Fallen Angelby bronystrongwingChaptersThe TearsThe FutureThe FallThe GraveThe Tears"Darn it, why did you have to die? I don't even know you, but you still saved her life. Why? Why destroy yourself for somepony who isn't even your species?" Her hooves trembled as she stared at the visitors body, it's back now nothing more than torn flesh and exposed bone. "I couldn't save her, so you got yourself killed protecting her. I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry. If I could have protected her, you would still be alive." Her voice trembled as she spoke these words. "But, I'm still grateful. Thank you for this. Neither Applebloom nor I will forget you." Tears fell freely from her eyes as a sad smile of gratitude crossed her face. The Princesses listened to the mares words. They were distressed. "Sister, should we go comfort her?" Luna asked, crying freely. "No, she's needs her friends, but first we must send word to Twilight Sparkle to meet us there." Celestia said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. The FutureOne year has past since the angel's visit. Applejack has overcome the depression of the event and is glad Applebloom is okay. In remembrance, the Apple family gathers and has a feast. More than just family attends as all of Ponyville, some buffaloes, griffons and even a few minotaur arrive. There wasn't nearly enough food, but no one cared, they just gathered to celebrate the day the Angel saved a life. Not to mourn the Angel losing his own, although they do not forget this thought. They all simply enjoyed each other's. Eventually both the princesses arrived. This shocked all in attendance, but quickly calmed when they announced they only came to celebrate along everypony else. As everyone talked amongst themselves, a griffon and an earth pony started a conversation. "So, do you think the Angel actually looks like the statue?" The griffon asked. "Yeah, except he didn't have wings, they put those on to show he was an Angel." The earth pony said while idly sipping from a glass. "Oh, And did he really jump in front of a manticore? Even I'm not that crazy." "Yeah, but it was still extremely courageous. Even as he was on the ground dying he was making jokes and smiling. He even said he didn't really care about death because he saved the fillies life." "Wow, I never knew that, he sounds like he would be amazing if he had survived." "Yeah, but unfortunately he didn't, and the world is lesser for it. The thing that confuses me, though, is that he knew the fillies name even though he never met her." "Well, he was a Guardian Angel, he could have watched over all of us, including her." "But how come even the princesses didn't know about him?" "Maybe there are forces out there that even they can't see or control." This concludes the story of the Fallen Angel. It began with sorrow, but ended with happiness and memories that will never fade. The FallAllan Grace was a human. He had feelings. He has loved. He has been loved back. He has given. He has taken. He has been sad. He has been happy. He has also protected those who cannot be protected. He awakens to a bright sun piercing his eyelids as he laid on his back. He's curious to how and why he is laying on the grass. He sits up to see the world around him. He sees many apple trees and a vibrant, blue sky. The air tastes sweet like sugar. The grass feels soft like cotton. Pains and worries slowly creep away from his existence. Then they immediately rushed back as a cry of pure terror cut the peaceful air. He quickly stands up and starts running for the source. All thought left his mind as pure instinct took control of his muscles. He reaches the scream's source to find a behemoth that appeared to be made up of several animals menacingly approaching a small, bright yellow equine. This didn't matter. He needed to do this. He rushes forward into the unfolding event. His body releases it's last breath of life. The orange pony cries as his chest's movements slowed to a halt. The yellow filly slowly treks home, aware of he savior's fate, tears streaming down her small face. The two princess contemplate the gruesome occurrence with deep concern. They all mourn the fallen angel. The GraveAfter Celestia revealed the statue of the angel and finished her speech, Applejack, Applebloom, and all of her friends stayed as the crowd slowly dispersed. "I never even knew him and I still miss him." Twilight said as she examined the statue. "He's gone, and I never got to make him smile." Pinkie said as she stared at the ground, hair deflated and a darker shade. "Applejack, he must have been really brave to risk his life like that." Rainbow Dash said as she stood next to the orange mare. "Ah know. It's just, I never got to thank him, and even as he laid on the ground he still tried to be as polite as possible." Responded Applejack. Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applebloom remained silent. They all soon left for the train station to return to Ponyville. Celestia and Luna listened to Applejack's friends trying to comfort the saddened mare. "Sister, do you know of where the angel came from?" Luna inquired, fighting tears from forming in her eyes. "No, Luna, I do not, but where he came from does not matter. He helped poor Applebloom in her time of need and that's all that matters." Celestia said, almost losing her composure as she was reminded of the depressing thoughts. The siblings sat in depressed silence for a long while before Celestia returned to her quarters for the night. Luna now sat by herself, watching the stars and moon she raised every night and realized a sad truth, that the angel never saw her nights before, and now never will. She dwelled on this fact for a time before she finally made a decision. she would create a constellation for the angel. She rearranged the stars to create the image of a pair of wings. Proud of her gift to the angel, she closed the curtains to her room and left her room. Allan Grace was an angel. He protected those who couldn't protect themselves. He inspired others to be stronger. He has fallen. He was never forgotten. He was a human. He has loved. He has been loved back. He has given. He has taken. He was lost. The inhabitants of this world know nothing of his past. They can only be thankful for his sacrifice. His short presence among the ponies has influenced all species. A statue of him was erected in every city in every country on the planet. They stand as a reminder. A reminder of the day a guardian angel saved a small yellow fillies life in exchange for it's own.
The Tears"Darn it, why did you have to die? I don't even know you, but you still saved her life. Why? Why destroy yourself for somepony who isn't even your species?" Her hooves trembled as she stared at the visitors body, it's back now nothing more than torn flesh and exposed bone. "I couldn't save her, so you got yourself killed protecting her. I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry. If I could have protected her, you would still be alive." Her voice trembled as she spoke these words. "But, I'm still grateful. Thank you for this. Neither Applebloom nor I will forget you." Tears fell freely from her eyes as a sad smile of gratitude crossed her face. The Princesses listened to the mares words. They were distressed. "Sister, should we go comfort her?" Luna asked, crying freely. "No, she's needs her friends, but first we must send word to Twilight Sparkle to meet us there." Celestia said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
The FutureOne year has past since the angel's visit. Applejack has overcome the depression of the event and is glad Applebloom is okay. In remembrance, the Apple family gathers and has a feast. More than just family attends as all of Ponyville, some buffaloes, griffons and even a few minotaur arrive. There wasn't nearly enough food, but no one cared, they just gathered to celebrate the day the Angel saved a life. Not to mourn the Angel losing his own, although they do not forget this thought. They all simply enjoyed each other's. Eventually both the princesses arrived. This shocked all in attendance, but quickly calmed when they announced they only came to celebrate along everypony else. As everyone talked amongst themselves, a griffon and an earth pony started a conversation. "So, do you think the Angel actually looks like the statue?" The griffon asked. "Yeah, except he didn't have wings, they put those on to show he was an Angel." The earth pony said while idly sipping from a glass. "Oh, And did he really jump in front of a manticore? Even I'm not that crazy." "Yeah, but it was still extremely courageous. Even as he was on the ground dying he was making jokes and smiling. He even said he didn't really care about death because he saved the fillies life." "Wow, I never knew that, he sounds like he would be amazing if he had survived." "Yeah, but unfortunately he didn't, and the world is lesser for it. The thing that confuses me, though, is that he knew the fillies name even though he never met her." "Well, he was a Guardian Angel, he could have watched over all of us, including her." "But how come even the princesses didn't know about him?" "Maybe there are forces out there that even they can't see or control." This concludes the story of the Fallen Angel. It began with sorrow, but ended with happiness and memories that will never fade.
The FallAllan Grace was a human. He had feelings. He has loved. He has been loved back. He has given. He has taken. He has been sad. He has been happy. He has also protected those who cannot be protected. He awakens to a bright sun piercing his eyelids as he laid on his back. He's curious to how and why he is laying on the grass. He sits up to see the world around him. He sees many apple trees and a vibrant, blue sky. The air tastes sweet like sugar. The grass feels soft like cotton. Pains and worries slowly creep away from his existence. Then they immediately rushed back as a cry of pure terror cut the peaceful air. He quickly stands up and starts running for the source. All thought left his mind as pure instinct took control of his muscles. He reaches the scream's source to find a behemoth that appeared to be made up of several animals menacingly approaching a small, bright yellow equine. This didn't matter. He needed to do this. He rushes forward into the unfolding event. His body releases it's last breath of life. The orange pony cries as his chest's movements slowed to a halt. The yellow filly slowly treks home, aware of he savior's fate, tears streaming down her small face. The two princess contemplate the gruesome occurrence with deep concern. They all mourn the fallen angel.
The GraveAfter Celestia revealed the statue of the angel and finished her speech, Applejack, Applebloom, and all of her friends stayed as the crowd slowly dispersed. "I never even knew him and I still miss him." Twilight said as she examined the statue. "He's gone, and I never got to make him smile." Pinkie said as she stared at the ground, hair deflated and a darker shade. "Applejack, he must have been really brave to risk his life like that." Rainbow Dash said as she stood next to the orange mare. "Ah know. It's just, I never got to thank him, and even as he laid on the ground he still tried to be as polite as possible." Responded Applejack. Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applebloom remained silent. They all soon left for the train station to return to Ponyville. Celestia and Luna listened to Applejack's friends trying to comfort the saddened mare. "Sister, do you know of where the angel came from?" Luna inquired, fighting tears from forming in her eyes. "No, Luna, I do not, but where he came from does not matter. He helped poor Applebloom in her time of need and that's all that matters." Celestia said, almost losing her composure as she was reminded of the depressing thoughts. The siblings sat in depressed silence for a long while before Celestia returned to her quarters for the night. Luna now sat by herself, watching the stars and moon she raised every night and realized a sad truth, that the angel never saw her nights before, and now never will. She dwelled on this fact for a time before she finally made a decision. she would create a constellation for the angel. She rearranged the stars to create the image of a pair of wings. Proud of her gift to the angel, she closed the curtains to her room and left her room. Allan Grace was an angel. He protected those who couldn't protect themselves. He inspired others to be stronger. He has fallen. He was never forgotten. He was a human. He has loved. He has been loved back. He has given. He has taken. He was lost. The inhabitants of this world know nothing of his past. They can only be thankful for his sacrifice. His short presence among the ponies has influenced all species. A statue of him was erected in every city in every country on the planet. They stand as a reminder. A reminder of the day a guardian angel saved a small yellow fillies life in exchange for it's own.
