Broken Hearts Part 1: Entropy's Wrath

by Someotters

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Adventure, Sex, Tragedy, Dark, Alternate Universe, Main 6, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 22658

Sad mind bending fan-fic

Graphic events stir a chain reaction that will forever change the balance in Equestria.

Published 2012-09-28 16:44:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-10 19:43:26 UTC

Chapter 1: Spike

Spike had just finished cooking Twilight breakfast, and was about to start on his morning chores when Twilight interrupted. "Hey Spike, *chew chew* no need to do the cleaning, *chew chew chew* I was gonna have another messy study today, you know how comfortable I get in those book piles." She said to Spike, her mouth still somewhat full of her breakfast. "Well alright Twilight, I'm gonna head over to Pinkie's if that's okay." Spike said as he headed towards the door. "Yeah sure, *chew* go ahead and take the day off." Twilight said before taking another bite of her breakfast. "Kay see ya later Twilight." Spike said before heading out the door. "*Mmf* Bye." Twilight said mid-chew. Spike had started on his way towards Sugar Cube Corner as he did most every morning after his chores; he took a brief moment to breath, "Ah, such a nice day today." He said to himself before continuing on his way to Pinkie's. When Spike arrived he hopped up on the bar stool on the opposite side of Pinkie's counter and ordered his usual, a root beer float. As usual he was greeted by an unusually happy Pinkie Pie, compared to most ponies that is, and they began to discuss what Spike loved to talk about, Rarity. Now Pinkie, who is great at keeping secrets, started with their usual code for the topic. "Still Gem hunting Mr. Spike?" Pinkie asked sly and quizzically. "Yeah you know, same old same old." Spike said sadly. "Well not that I mind you coming in everyday Spike but I hate to see you down in the dumps like this, it can not be good for you." Pinkie remarked in a surprisingly knowledgeable manner. "I know Pinkie but come on, what's a dragon like me gonna do to get a pony like that to like him?" Spike said, now beginning to sound deeply depressed. "Well I really like you Spike and all it took was a lot of hanging out, you come in here everyday, maybe all you need to do is hang out with her some?" Pinkie said trying to sound hopeful. "Well I hang out with her as much as I hang out with Twilight and you and yet it seems like there is nothing there, sometimes I think there is but I don't know. I need to think on this some more thanks Pinkie." Spike said finishing his drink and taking his leave. "Yeah anytime Spike." Pinkie said somewhat sad her friend was leaving. On his way home he could not help but think about his feelings for Rarity, he went on thinking to himself, "If only I could bring her something to make her love me; is that possible? Whatever, it would never work, not on her anyway." Spike never really thought Rarity didn't like him, and he had been with fillies before, the problem was he could never tell anypony directly how he truly felt about them. However this was only his first problem, he had also throughout time developed a notion that ponies could never be with dragons, which for the most part was true. But Spike gained a spark of determination and made a promise to himself, "I think I know what I'll do, I will spend as much time with her as possible, and maybe with time she could learn to love me!" Spike continued the rest of his way home, almost as gleeful as Pinkie Pie.

Days had gone by, weeks, months, years; by the time Spike was about seventeen, the mane six being in their mid-twenties, he had spent an unimaginable amount of time with Rarity. Spike had gotten out of most of his chores at the library, Owlowiscious was more than happy to become Twilight's number one assistant, and he spent a lot of time grooming himself for Rarity, at Pinkie's with her help of coarse. Almost an hour a day he would sharpen his spikes, clean out and polish his scales, and make sure his wings and horns were not grotesque looking, which was becoming difficult lately due to their size and twisted shape. However most of his day was spent at Rarity's, helping her and talking to her, well it was more like listening, Rarity was quite a talker. As time went on Rarity went through plenty of coltfriends and even some marefriends, and for the most part Spike was more than happy to be there for Rarity , whether she was talking about how great this new stallion she met was, or crying about how much of an ass her ex was. This all began to build hatred in Spike with each passing relation; at first Spike was getting closer to her, but with time he never had a moment to tell her how he truly felt, and he began to grow angry, bitter, and resentful towards Rarity and anypony around her. One day,sometime in the late afternoon, Rarity was going on and on about how great this new stallion, Peachy Keen, was; Spike had finally broken, his anger broke out in a fit of sadness and rage, "Well if this stallion is so great why do you need me?!" Spike shouted Rarity shriveled and grew silent. "Why don't you just go to him with all your Celestia-damned problems instead of stringing me along helplessly?!" Spike screamed leaving Rarity's boutique sobbing, Rarity was left there shocked. When Spike returned to the library he could not stop crying, while sniffling he pulled out a quill and a small piece of paper and began sloppily jotting something down. The dragon later passed out with the quill and parchment in hand, slowly crying himself to sleep.

The next morning Rarity showed up at Twilight's library, very confused about what had happened the day before. When she arrived the door was already open, she could see Spike laying in the corner on his bed, a quill in his hand and a piece of parchment spread out on the floor next to him as if it had been recently read. As she entered the room she noticed Twilight crying and sitting next to and open book titled "Dragon Lore", Rarity approached the book, Twilight had yet to notice her, she read the small article that was open, and began to tear up. The article read, "The Sadness of a Dragon: ... at certain points in time a dragon can reach a peak of sadness where the pain becomes too unbearable for the dragon's heart and it will just, give up..." as Rarity read this she began to think about what Spike had said the previous day, but this only made her cry more, how could she be so inconsiderate to Spike's feelings? she had thought, she was the element of generosity after all! Twilight noticed Rarity and scowled at her furiously, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "This is all your fault!" Hearing this Rarity began to bawl as Twilight screamed, Twilight began to feel bad immediately, she apologized putting a hoof over Rarity's shoulder, they cried together in that room for a while, Twilight had shown Rarity Spike's note.

Spike's note: "I am sorry everypony, I had a great time being friends with you all, it's been magical. But, I am writing this because my heart can't take much anymore, the pain is too much, I just hope that Rarity can forgive me for what I've done. Rarity, I should have never yelled at you, I should have been honest from the beginning, I never wanted it to end like this. I have always loved you Rarity, from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I could never be happy with anypony else, I just hope you can forgive me for not being honest with you. And to everypony else I'm sorry to put you all through this, I know you think I'm being selfish, I just can't take this sadness much longer. I hope you can all move on with your lives after I'm gone, I love you all very much and am thankful to have the privilege to spend my life with all of you, I will miss you all.

Forever yours, Spike."

Chapter 2: Pinkie Pie

Spike's funeral was held the very next day, everypony in Ponyville was there. Three ponies in the crowd stood at the front of the service, Rarity, Twilight, and Pinkie Pie, all of them crying harder than they had ever cried before. It was a particularly dark day, sense everypony was at the funeral the pegusus had yet to clear the clouds. A grey and dreary mood settled over Ponyville for most of the day. Twilight had finally gotten up and said a few words before Spike was ceremoniously burned in front of his grave stone. The dragon death ceremony was one of great beauty, as a dragon's body burned it turned into hypo translucent ashes which flowed through the gentle breeze as it passed. The bones were then magically sealed beneath the tombstone. After the service all the ponies went home except Pinkie and Rarity, Pinkie had stopped crying and had a strange stern look on her face, Rarity however was still sobbing, wearing a quaint black gown and small black veil over her face.

After a few moments Pinkie looked over to Rarity, who, as she noticed, looked beautiful even when she cried, Pinkie could only think of one thing to say, "He talked about you everyday you know? When he came over to groom himself for you, you were all he cared to talk about." Rarity just looked up at Pinkie and then to the gravestone, then walked towards her boutique continuing to cry. Pinkie sat there silent, for hours and hours, she finally looked to the gravestone and confessed, :You were my only true friend, the only one who went out of their way to come and talk to me, took me seriously. And now you're gone, I didn't even get to say goodbye, you left, just like Granny Pie." Pinkie began to cry yet again and looked over to see Owlowiscious with Spike's note in his talons. Pinkie shouted, "Give that back! It's not yours!" "Who?" the owl responded flying off with the parchment. Pinkie was too upset to chase down the owl, and continued to wallow there long into the night.

The next day Pinkie was lying in her bed, she had not slept all last night, she was to busy crying, she had felt like the whole world had abandoned her, like there was no god left in the world. She had not felt this alone since her days at the rock farm, she was reminded of how alone she truly felt, her hair began to deflate as her true personality began to take form. It was Pinkamena, Pinkie's true personality, who had been locked away for a long time. Pinkamena truly had no friends, it was not her but Pinkie who knew the love of Granny Pie and who made all these fantastic friends, Pinkamena had nothing to live for. She approached the edge of her bed and crawled out of it lazily, she headed towards the kitchen and eyed the knives. As she approached them, she pulled out a large sharp carving knife from the block. Pinkamena firmly placed the knife at her throat, she thought of the farm and where she was now, nothing seemed familiar or happy, like the farm, everything around her appeared grey and dull. She had wondered where her friend had gone before she drug the knife across her throat. Before she could do any real damage she caught herself with the other hoof, Pinkie had returned and was shocked to see a knife in her hoof about to cut her throat. She knew something must be wrong and decided to see Dr. Whooves as soon as possible.

"Multiple Personality Disorder." Dr. Whooves said to Pinkie, his mouth full of cupcake, Pinkie had brought over a whole batch in exchange for a check up, Dr. Whooves said she could have anytime. "What does that mean? I don't know if I understand." Pinkie stated looking confused and disgruntled, Dr. Whooves continued, "Pinkie Pie, I'm sorry to say it but your not the real you. When you were young or when Pinkamena was young she saw the sonic rainboom created by Rainbow Dash. Pinkamena had never sen anything that beautiful in her life, she had no way to handle the issue, so she created you Pinkie." The doctor took another bite of his cupcake and continued his explanation, "You see, Pinkie Pie is who Pinkamena needed to cope with this new experience, Pinkie Pie was exactly what Pinkamena wanted to be, so she became her one and only friend. Your thoughts are completely separate and Pinkamena has retreated to the far reaches of your subconscious, but something intensely sad must have caused her to loose faith in you, and take matters in her own hooves." Dr. Whooves finished polishing off the rest of the cupcake. Pinkie had accepted and understood what the doctor had said, he did seem to know a lot about everything, but she no longer wished to be in the hospital so she said her goodbyes and headed back to sugar cube corner.

As Pinkie returned home she began to think about what Pinkamena had tried to do. It began to make her cry, if Pinkie was Pinkamena's only true friend, Pinkie must have lost what made her special to Pinkamena causing her to be suicidal. The more Pinkie thought the more she began to agree with Pinkamena, she truly had nothing left to live for. No matter how hard anypony tried she knew nothing would be the same and she couldn't stand it. She had thought of a million different ways to kill herself, hanging, jumping off a cliff, slitting her throat, none of these ideas seemed appealing. All she wanted was to be with her friend forever, but to leave this sad dreary world without them knowing. After a few moments it finally dawned on her, she knew exactly what sh wanted. She quickly ran to her room and scribbled a note on a small piece of paper, she ran back down stairs and began preparing the tastiest cupcakes she had ever baked.

The cupcakes sat there, five in all, unbaked and a beautiful scarlet red color. Pinkie was beginning to turn pale, as she set her note on the table, her blood had dripped all over it and the counter. Pinkie walked, well hobbled to the basement doors, she flung them open and turned on the light seeing all the sugar and flour down in storage. She shut the doors behind her and lurched toward a seemingly empty cabinet with a pad lock on it, Pinkie undid the lock and opened the cabinet revealing rotten meat for old fashioned meat pies they never used. She crawled in the cabinet and closed the doors, breaking the fourth wall to lock herself inside. Pinkie laid there slowly bleeding out with a large smile on her face, shortly after closing her eyes she giggled and whispered to herself, "I'll be there soon Granny Pie, Spike, and we'll have to throw a huge party when I get there." Pinkie died moments later as lonely,and yet, as happy as she had been her entire life.

When Mrs. Cake showed up at sugar cube corner later that day she walked into the kitchen and saw the cupcakes sitting next to a note and a pool of blood. She rushed over and read the note, "Dear Mrs. Cake, sorry to leave such a big mess but I was in a hurry. It's very important to me that you bake these cupcakes and deliver them to my friends. I have decided to move to party island after receiving a letter that I had been nominated to e their supreme dictator, I could not refuse. I thought I'd bake these so my friends could have a little part of me with them after I had gone. Thanks so much, your best baker, Pinkie Pie." The note was also covered in blood, Mrs. Cake knew Pinkie had not moved but took her own life, but she decided it was for the best for her friends not to know. She cleaned up the mess and baked the cupcakes, from their smell she could tell they were the sweetest things Pinkie had ever made. What she didn't know was a little piece of Pinkie was actually in each cupcake and her number one baker had locked herself in a cabinet and died. As she headed out to deliver the cupcakes to Pinkie's friends, Owlowiscious swooped in and snatched Pinkie's bloodstained note, Mrs. Cake was helpless to stop the owl and was already busy with her delivery, so she continued on her way to deliver the cupcakes.

Chapter 3: Rainbow Dash

Rainbow Dash had just completed her mood elevating performance when she noticed Mrs. Cake on the ground trying to get her attention. "Hey, Rainbow Dash! Just wanted to let you know that Pinkie moved, I'm afraid you won't be seeing her around anymore!" Mrs. Cake shouted to Rainbow. Rainbow Dash just sat there staring at Mrs. Cake, who after feeling quite awkward and frankly a little creeped out by the way Dash had stared at her; her magenta eyes seemed almost empty, yet they peered deep into Mrs. Cake's soul revealing all dark truths hidden within. "Okay then, here's a cupcake; Pinkie wanted you to have it." Mrs. Cake said leaving the cupcake on the ground for Rainbow Dash before heading off to deliver the rest of the cupcakes.

After a few moments of Rainbow Dash sitting next to her farewell gift from Pinkie, she began to think about her life and what it meant to her. It had been a year sense she had applied to the Wonder Bolts, Rainbow had made a promise to herself that day that she would train every day until her interview was scheduled. The year before the Wonder Bolts had announced that Soarin was retiring and that they would be accepting scheduled interviews and performances to find somepony to take his place, it was then that Dash made her promise and began her training. Her training was rigorous, not only had she been exercising and flying about, but she had perfected all her signature moves, except one; the sonic rainboom. To be honest, the sonic rainboom is nearly impossible, and Rainbow was the only pony to pull it off; and to practice such a move is insane. But that's what Dash lived for.

he day had finally come, the Wonder Bolts had taken seats and awaited Rainbow's performance. Rainbow would normally feel extremely nervous, but today was different, today was the day she would prove to the Wonder Bolts that she was worthy! Dash began her routine without a hitch, she began doing loopdy loops and barrel rolls, nothing too flashy, she then began spinning clouds until they grew closer and exploded when they reached each other. Rainbow Dash had never felt so alive, the wind through her mane, the rush of adrenaline, it was all so perfect, and now for the finally. Dash shot up into the air gaining altitude in a matter of seconds, and just as suddenly began to fly straight towards the ground. The cone began to form over her face like it had previously, her eyes began to tear up because of the wind, she was forced to close her eyes. She began to approach the ground, the Wonder Bolts staring in a sort of confused awe, when Dash instinctively shot up just before hitting the ground, thus causing, the sonic rainboom.

The Wonder Bolts were highly impressed by Rainbow's spectacular performance, they noted that she would be hearing from them very soon. As they took their leave Dash could no longer control her excitement, she couldn't help but squeal uncontrollably, she had done it, not only did she pull off the sonic rainboom but she actually impressed the Wonder Bolts, how awesome is that!?! Rainbow knew now that it was only a matter of time before she would actually be a Wonder Bolt, she really needed to let off some of this excitement and adrenaline so she proceeded by flying all over Ponyville telling everypony the good news.

It had been a couple of days and every day Dash would wait for Derpy to bring her the mail, eagerly awaiting that blue letter and box. Dash sat outside her Cloudsdale home, which was more like an apartment, anxiously awaiting Derpy's arrival. Derpy wasn't the smartest pony, but she got ponies they're mail on time. As soon as Derpy's "charismatic" face appeared over the horizon, Rainbow Dash, well, "dashed" over to Derpy's side shouting, "Is it here!?! Did it come Derpy? Did it!?!" Derpy sat there puzzled trying to figure out who this crazy pony was, after a jolt of realization Derpy said, "Oh Yeah! I think it's in here? Oh, here it is! Bye Dainbow Rash!" Derpy handed her the blue box and letter. Rainbow had a confused look, as she would have corrected Derpy if her future wasn't just placed in her hooves.

Rainbow ran inside and threw the door closed, she tore open the box and lifted out the Wonder Bolt's costume. It was everything she had ever dreamed, the blue sleek design and flexible fabric; it very closely resembled a costume a super hero would wear. Dash examined it closely, however a bit big, Rainbow Dash loved it. She then opened the letter and read it aloud, "Dear contestant, we are happy to inform you that you have successfully made it into the Wonder Bolts. Your performance was miraculous and more than enough to join our elite ranks. We'd wish for you to attend Soarin's going away party as part of your initiation ceremony at 10:00 A.M. sharp, we hope to see you there. Spitfire." Realizing it was already 9:30, Dash decided to put on the over-sized costume and rush to the party, the location of which was enclosed with the letter, and hopefully be fashionably late.

Upon arriving Rainbow Dash had wanted to make a good entrance waiting for a good time, seeing as they had already started Soarin's going away party. However Dash noticed something a bit out of place, she could see that the only ponies there were the Wonder Bolts, except one. A particularly large dark maned, tanned fur stallion pegusus standing right next to Spitfire talking to her. Rainbow Dash decided to listen in on their conversation, leaning a bit so she could hear. "Sorry about the mix up at the post office, Derpy can be somewhat unreliable sometimes." Spitfire said. "Oh no it's fine, I'm sure my Wonder Bolt costume will turn up sooner or later." The dark haired stallion stated. Rainbow froze up, this couldn't be true, how could this happen, she was so close to her dream. These words made her heart sink, she soon felt a sense of shame and emptiness inside the likes of which nopony had ever experienced. She covered her face to hide the sobbing as to not be noticed when she heard the cling of a sarsaparilla glass and Soarin clearing his throat. "I'd like to make a toast to my replacement, a pony with skills far superior to anypony we've ever seen." Soarin stated, "To Dawnsun!" They all cheered clinging their glasses together. A second later Rainbow left, the tear covered suit in the door way where she sat.

This incident left Rainbow Dash bitter and scared the rest of her miserable life. After a long pause to think about her life (no back in present time), she found that she only truly lived for one thing, the thrill. Figuring she had nothing to lose she zipped off to the only place of danger she knew, Ghastly Gorge. Seeing as though she had almost died there before during her pet race, Dash thought it was the perfect thing to fulfill her need for a thrill. It had rained all day, Rainbow not clearing the clouds and all, and a vicious storm had rolled in, thunder and lightning all around, Rainbow Dash just sat there, well flied there, screaming at the cloud to do its worst. Almost as if granting her wish the cloud boomed as a split arch of lightning shocked both of her wings sending her flying into a rock wall. The wall began to shake and debris started to fall, after the lightning rendered Rainbow's wings useless she could not move out of the way in time. A large boulder came crashing down smashing Dash's leg into pieces and pinning her to the ground, causing her to scream in unbearable agony, as she felt every piece of bone and every tendon and muscle getting smashed to a pulp.

Rainbow sat there for hours retching in pain, not only from her demolished leg but also her now raw and un-numbed fleshy stubs that once were the fastest wings in all of Equestria. The pain was unbearable, she could feel herself getting dizzy and nauseous as blood began to spurt from the stubs. But even after all the physical pain she went through, the only thing that had brought tears to her eyes was the idea that she would never get to say goodbye to all of her friends. Again, almost as if granting her wish, in a rather ironic fashion, Owlowiscious swooped down with a quill and some parchment. Knowing full well that even if the owl tried to go find help Dash would soon be dead regardless, so she began to write down her final thoughts with what little strength she still had left.

"Hey guys, sorry I couldn't say goodbye in person, kinda got myself in a bit of a situation. Don't worry though, it didn't hurt too bad, and I think my 'wings' look pretty cool. But what i want to let you guys know is that I am sorry if I disappointed you, I guess I just wasn't as great as I thought. I tried my hardest to be the most daring and loyal pony a pony could ask for, but I'm afraid I have failed you guys. I just hope you all can forgive me for not being there when i was needed and for not showing my love and gratitude for you guys. Tell Dawnsun good luck for me if you get the chance, and if you give me a funeral make sure it's the coolest one in town. I'll always be here for you guys, Rainbow Dash." After signing her name she collapsed to the ground, she had stopped breathing. Owlowiscious grabbed the quill and parchment and took off; Rainbow Dash had died there in Ghastly Gorge, and would not be found until months later.

Chapter 4: Scootaloo

Scootaloo had spent a few weeks searching for Rainbow Dash with the rest of the CMC, yet another thing she could not find, she thought to herself. It had been several years now and the CMC have done a lot of growing up. Scootaloo however never really grew up, she has gotten significantly taller and her mane has grown out a bit along with her tail, but other than that she's just the same old Scootaloo. Unfortunately for her this was not a happy thought, unlike Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo had never found her cutie mark and to top it off she still lacked the ability to fly. Now it's not like she didn't try, whenever Rainbow had free time she had tried to train Scoots to fly but nothing seemed to work. Even though she couldn't fly Scootaloo was still very fast, just like her idol, on her scooter and she knew this was what made her special. When she saw Applebloom and Sweetie Belle accept their special talent, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would get hers. However, Scootaloo, who was not the one to just accept what she's given, refused to allow this, what she called "a stupid talent", define her as a pony.

It had been some time since she accepted that she would never get her cutie mark, and she was okay with it, she never rode her scooter again, just in case. But there were somethings she just had to get, like Rainbow's attention and admiration. To be honest, Scootaloo never cared for getting a cutie mark, the only reason she wanted one was to impress Dash. Scoots had her mind set, she was gonna find Rainbow Dash no matter what. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, who unlike Scootaloo had other things they needed to be doing. After yet another day of searching it began to get late, Sweetie Belle was the first to speak up, "Listen, Scootaloo, I really need to get back to my sister's, I need to practice and help her with orders, you know how she's been since Spike passed." Scootaloo replied spitefully, "Whatever! Go home, me and Applebloom don't need your help! Do we Applebloom?!" Applebloom shrugged. "Well it is getting late Scootaloo, maybe we could pick up the search tomorrow?" Scootaloo shot them both a snide glance then looked to the ground, "Fine! I don't need either of your guys' help!" Applebloom had walked away by this point, not in the mood for Scootaloo's attitude. Sweetie Belle stayed and snuggled Scootaloo, "I'm sorry Scootaloo, you keep looking and I'll catch up first thing tomorrow morning, okay?" Sweetie said with a loving smile, Scootaloo didn't look up, she simply nodded and let Sweetie Belle take her leave.

When she finally decided to look up she realized she was alone. This feeling however did not stop her quest in finding Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo continued her search with incredible zeal. Even though Scootaloo had been pretty plain her whole life and her looks haven't really changed all that drastically, there are still some very distinct things about her that have changed. Her body is the most obvious of the changes as she is no longer a filly, she has grown gaining much more muscle mass than normal fillies, but not too much, she was still a mare after all. Like most mares, her flank had gotten bigger and her face became more proportionate to her body, her slender yet muscular form was very appealing to stallions her age but she never really had an interest in boys or anypony but Dash for that matter. Scootaloo had grown into a fine young mare but, oddly enough, she did have one thing about her that stood out. Scootaloo's wings, while they were pretty much useless to her, were a sight to be seen. These wings, unlike most pegasi, were of great size, only comparable to Celestia or Luna. While they were large they also contained unyielding beauty to them, and were admired by everypony except Scootaloo, who despised the useless things.

Scootaloo had been searching for several hours and it was already late into the night, about 2: A.M. she thought. She began to feel drowsy and seeing as though it was late and her friends would most likely be asleep by now, she slept where she used to sleep before she became friends with Sweetie Belle and Applebloom, the cold hard ground. Sadly when she began to lay down by a tree not to far from Ghastly Gorge, Scootaloo realized that by sleeping on the ground she would have, THAT dream again. To Scootaloo it was more of a nightmare, and it would never leave her mind, that nightmare, that memory of the day she lost everything. Scootaloo began to fall asleep, when she did, she began kicking and wimpering, the nightmare was back.

It began as it always did, in her little home in Cloudsdale, she awoke from her bed, still a bit sleepy, and wondered out of her room. When she approached the dining room she saw them, her family. Her father, a large brown coated, a sort of medium dark orange maned stallion, as tough as they came in Scootaloo's eyes. Her brother, and her mom, who, as Scootaloo would describe it, was the most beautiful pony in all of Cloudsdale. Scootaloo loved her mom, she idolized her, Scootaloo knew that she wanted to be just like her mom when she was older. She knew that she could not be exactly like her mother, she told her this everyday, "Haha, I know you want to be like me dear, but just wait, you will find your special talent that makes you special, but mo matter what you know that I will always love you." These words echoed through Scootaloo's mind as her dream went on, she took a seat next to her brother who was quite a bit older than her and already had his cutie mark, unlike Scootaloo he wanted to be like his dad.

Then it happened, the knock on the door, Scootaloo got the look she always did when she heard that knock; the look of sheer terror and horror struck her like a ton of bricks, she knew what would happen next. Her father got up to answer the door, Scootaloo's heart skipped a beat as she began to hear that music play, it was an orchestra, a compilation of cello and heavy bassed techno. The door swung open, "hello? Can I he..." her father was cut short, literally, as his throat was slit open quite rapidly, blood seeping from the new hole. A loud scream from her mom, "Dad!" her brother yelled, Scootaloo just sat there tears in her eyes as the events unfolded in front of her. Her brother ruched to her dad only to be pinned to the ground by powerful magic, before he could get away the strange unicorn came up to him and slashed his chest open with a record. After recovering from the wound but still bleeding he fled the house leaving a trail of blood behind.

After wiping her bow clean, the maniacal looking earth pony proceeded towards Scootaloo's mother with a blood thirsty look in her eyes. Scootaloo could only watch as the unicorn with strange glasses pinned her to the chair with magic saying, "Let's watch the show, shall we?" Backed up into the corner, absolute fear in her eyes, Scootaloo's mother could only scream as she tried to tell Scootaloo to run, the crazed grey pony raised her bow and began her work. She slashed and tared at Scootaloo's mother's flesh with the sharp strings of her bow, leaving Scootaloo's mother lying there on the ground lifeless. The magic dispersed as Scootaloo rushed to her mother's side, the two ponies just laughed, "See, I told you killing a pegusus was exciting!" the unicorn stated. "Yeah that spell you learned to get us up here worked perfectly!" the grey pony smirked cleaning off her bow another time.

This was the scene Scootaloo remembered most vividly, as it scared her ever since. Her father, lying beside the door in his Wonder Bolts outfit and a pool of his own blood, he loved his job and was ready to go too if just a few moments before. Her brother, the only part of him left there was the trail of his blood leaving the door way. And finally her mother who's bloody lifeless form lay in her hooves, her silvery blue body matted by blood and tears, as well as her mane and tail, which used to flow with grace and poise, those long rainbow colored locks that always entranced Scootaloo, now lay limply on the ground in a pool of blood. Scootaloo was in tears, everyone she loved was dead and she was next, or so she thought. "What should we do with her?" the unicorn asked. "I say we put her on a cloud and just blow her away." the black maned earth pony replied. "Great idea, and we can let her listen to the record of hr families demise too!" the blue maned unicorn said excitedly. The rest of Scootaloo's dream and her memories at that were fuzzy, all she could see were tears, and when she had no more left in her body, not a drop of feelings left to express, she found herself on a cloud somewhere she had never been listening to that damned music that played when it all started.

Distraught from the horrors of which had just occurred Scootaloo knew only one way out of this nightmare, the same way it always ended, and the way it had happened, suicide. She leaped from the cloud and began to tumble towards the ground, as the music grew fainter she found a sense of peace. She came crashing down through a tree outside a large building and was knocked unconscious. This was the end of the dream, but as she remembers she awoke to find Sweetie Belle nuzzling next to her, this was the day she met her friend, she had been taken to Ponyville and landed near the tree next to Rarity's Boutique. Normally, when she would wake up from this dream after hitting the tree she would find nobody there, however, she awoke the same as that lovely Ponyville morning many years ago, with a loving Sweetie Belle snuggling her side. "See, I told you I'd come. I saw you shaking so I decided to lay next to you and keep you warm." Sweetie Belle said with a large smile on her face. Scootaloo was actually shivering in fear but that was unimportant, she was happy to see her friend by her side, so she smiled back contently. "Now lets go look for that Rainbow Dash!" Sweetie Belle said with enthusiasm, Scootaloo continued to smile at Sweetie and agreed, "Yeah, lets."

Before they could get up however, they were startled by a loud boom, and were blinded for a few seconds by something near Ghastly Gorge. When they could finally see again the thing they saw was very hard to describe for them, they were still young after all, and they could hear the sad frustrated screams of somepony flying away at great speeds. The two of them decided to check out the Gorge seeing as though this was their only lead. When they arrived at the Gorge they began to look around for any traces of the pony they had just seen or Rainbow Dash. After a bit of walking through the Gorge they came upon a large pile of rocks with somepony pinned underneath one. What Scoots was about to see would mark the beginning to the end of the stable life she had long but created herself.

Chapter 5: Sweetie Belle

As Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle approached the mound of rock they began to smell something vile and saw a steaming scorch mark near a limp decaying pony. From the pale blue fur and the rainbow mane they bot knew exactly who it was, Scootaloo broke down, tears pouring from her eyes. Sweetie began to sob as well for some of the same reasons as Scootaloo but mainly for another, more distinct reason. Sweetie, while she could be quite girly like her sister, was actually quite strong and could take all sorts of punishment. But there was one thing in this world she could not stand; seeing the love of her life crying and filled with gloom. This was a love that stood up to Spike's love for Rarity, however nothing could possibly be that strong, but strong enough.

To start with how Sweetie fell for Scootaloo would not even come close to justifying Sweetie's tale. It all started with the day she got her cutie mark, like most spring days in Ponyville it was a bright and sunny one, the sky filled with the fantastic aromas of spring. It was about a year and a half ago and Sweetie was on her way to the CMC's clubhouse, accompanied by yet another one of her coltfriends. Sweetie, like her sister, had trouble finding the right stallion, and to Sweetie, this was the key to getting her cutie mark. When she arrived she found an angry Applebloom, who had been that way since she got her cutie mark, and a cheerful Scootaloo. When Sweetie entered with her coltfriend, who was just an average stallion with headphones for a cutie mark, she was approached by the angry Applebloom. "Oh, hey what's up Sweetie Belle? Busy trying to get your prostitute cutie mark?!" Applebloom said with a loud mocking tone. "What crawled up your flank and died?" Scootaloo interrupted, an enormous grin on her face. Applebloom became enraged and stomped off in anger. "Thanks Scootaloo, this is Beats." Sweetie said. "Hey what's up." Scoot said to Beats who simply nodded.

Now, most of the stallions who dated Sweetie Belle were normal, except for the fact that they had a blank flank fetish, and Beats was no different. For Sweetie this became problematic, and the main reason she could not keep a steady relationship. By the time the stallions had the balls to make a move Sweetie would always decline stating, "I don't think I'm ready." which was when most stallions left. Beats however had decided to stay, Sweetie thought he might be the one. After a short bit of awkward silence between the three ponies Scootaloo finally said, "Well okay then, I got to go, me and Rainbow Dash have some flight training to do!" Scootaloo galloped off in an excited manner. "Good luck!" Sweetie shouted as Scootaloo disappeared from the tree house.

When Sweetie turned around to see Beats, she found him staring contently at her flank. She blushed at first but then heard the sound of magic and observed Beats' horn begin to glow. When she shifted to see what it was he was doing, she was struck in the head by a large, decorative lamp Applebloom had previously placed in the clubhouse. Beats approached the now unconscious pony and looked down on her, seeing a bit of blood trickle down her forehead and across her smooth lips. He sat there for a moment to admire her beauty, like her sister Sweetie had grown up to be a very beautiful unicorn. Like Rarity, Sweetie Belle had a sleek and attractive look, her fur was softer than a newborn foal. Her flank, unlike her sister, was of considerably large size, Beats lobed that about Sweetie. Her mane was usually a different style every day, but recently she had stuck to one she liked, similar to her original mane texture but instead of deep curls her mane was straightened, but she kept the natural curve. Which made it look like, a more dark than usual, array of pink and purple waves, that moved elegantly through the air when she flipped it; which happened frequently as her bangs tended to hang in front of her right eye. Seeing these thick luscious strands of hair, and a lack of a cutie mark on that large flank of hers, Beats could hold back no longer.

Beats lifted Sweetie's limp rump into the air in front of his face and farted the large luxurious tail from obscuring his view of her naughty bits. He starred intensely, furiously, hungrily, trying to decide which of her two virginity's he wanted to take. After a moment of thought he decided he could not resist that flank of hers any longer and plunged his thick member deep within her not-to-be-penetrated-without-proper-lube-preparation-and-consent orifice. As he furiously pounded away at the defenseless, and still unconscious, pony he noticed spurts of blood and other familiar residues beginning to seep from her. This only increased his twisted pleasure, yet the texture had reminded him of the inside of a moist marshmallow. As he saw the blood and residue begin to clump the tufts of fur on Sweetie's flank where her cutie mark should be, Beats could no longer hold it in. He then let loose a torrent of his putrid seed filling poor Sweetie's nearly destroyed plothole. Beats pulled himself out and backed away, simply grinning as he watched her lay there, he then left before she awoke.

When she finally regained control of her mind after being knocked out, Sweetie found she could not move, without feeling intense and uncontrollable pain in her rear. She began to tear up from the pain as she tried to recall what might have happened. When she remembered the lamp and noticed the blood of the floor near her backside she came to the only logical conclusion. The stallion she had thought could be tho one had raped her, and left her there; this, Sweetie could not handle and she burst into tears as she lay limp on the floor. Sweetie then, did what she had always done when consumed by depression, she levitated a quill and some stationery from a nearby desk and began writing a sad love song. Sweetie wrote these on occasion when she was feeling a bit down, but this one she knew would be different. After she had finished writing, Sweetie heard the familiar voice of her close friend Scootaloo calling for her. Not wanting Scootaloo to see her this way, Sweetie levitated a sheet to cover her in a sad attempt to hide her debilitated and abused body. When Scootaloo entered the clubhouse she noticed the poor excuse for a ploy and tore the sheet away from Sweetie to see her mutilated body lying there, crying.

When Scootaloo saw her best friend in this way, a burning passion of hatred and anger scorched in her heart, for she knew exactly what had happened here. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Where is that bastard! I'll bucking kill him! As Celestia is my witness, I will end that worthless stallions life for what he did!" Sweetie just continued to cry, and Scootaloo realized that Sweetie needed her to be there for her, now more than ever. Scootaloo gave a more passionate tone and lifted Sweetie to her hooves. "It will be okay Sweetie Belle, I'm here for you; that mean old stallion is gone." Scootaloo said gently resting Sweetie Belle on a nearby coach. "He... he took advantage of me... I thought he loved me... thought I loved him... I was wrong." Sweetie said sniffling and crying between phrases. Scootaloo gave a stern look, "Come on girl, you have got to be tough, you'll get through this, I know you can!" Scootaloo took notice to the scrap of paper on the floor, she read it and what what she had to do. "Sing it to me, please." Sweetie, looked up at Scootaloo who handed her the piece of parchment. "No, I don't think I can. "Sweetie said a depraved look in her eyes. "Come on, just this once, for me? It would help me, to know that you will be okay." Scootaloo said with a sympathetic look. Sweetie Belle drew back, not knowing herself if she would be okay, but decided to begin singing her song, for herself and for Scootaloo.

"From the grown mare; Sweetie Belle

Who resides in; a personal hell.

For the moment; she may not speak

Of the atrocity; that he did wreak.

When I speak of sin and sorrow,

just one moment I wish to borrow.

Though I dare not speak of this,

all I need is one true kiss.

But I know,

she can never find;

that one true love,

who will posses her heart and mind.

What must I give to find out,

all I wish to know is who;

that I can trust with no doubt,

without them my life is through.

I can never leave this hell,

that he raped into Sweetie Belle.

Dear Celestia, what can I do..."

"I'll be the one who's there for you." Scootaloo interrupted Sweetie Belle's last line, surprisingly on key. Scootaloo smiled and stared into Sweetie Belle's tear soaked eyes, they then embraced each other in a deep and heartfelt hug. Sweetie Belle had come to a realization at that time, she had looked in all the wrong places, when her true destiny was right in front of her. A flash of light engulfed the tree house, when it dispersed, a cutie mark could be seen on Sweetie's flank. It was an upside down treble clef connected to a bass clef in the shape of a red heart, which matched Sweetie's divine voice, along with her new found love for Scootaloo perfectly. After a bit of sniffling Sweetie observed her flank and giggled. "Would you look at that. Fits you perfectly Sweetie Belle." Scootaloo said with a grin. Sweetie just smiled intently back at Scootaloo and embraced her again for another warm hug.

As Sweetie wiped her tears away after seeing her love so sad, and being unable to contain her love for Scoot, Sweetie decided she needed to be there for her just like she was there the year before, she needed to let Scoot know how she felt, to repay her kindness. As Scootaloo lay before Rainbow Dash's corpse, Sweetie put a hoof o her shoulder. "You have to e strong Scootaloo, just like I had to. You have to move on for her and for yourself." Sweetie said sympathetically. "But I can't, she was the only one I had! And now she left me alone, just like mother!" Scootaloo shouted hysterically. "No, you'll never be alone, I'll make sure of that!" Sweetie stated. "No you can't, you could never know that, or be so sure!" Scootaloo rebutted. "Yes! I can be sure, and I do know because..." Sweetie trailed off trying to build up enough courage, "because I love you Scootaloo! More than anything else in Equestria!" Sweetie shouted as she closed her eyes and pushed her face against Scoot's, embracing her in a passionate kiss. Scootaloo wretched back in surprise, unable to comprehend what was happening before the kiss was broken. Sweetie pulled back and looked at Scootaloo who stood there motionless, tears still running down her face. They both stood there quiet for a few moments before Sweetie ran off, without a word.

Scootaloo sat there, somewhat alone, both puzzled and deeply depressed. Scootaloo was an adult now, and unlike before, knew how to consider the options she had. Suicide, she decided, would be to easy and Sweetie would never forgive her or herself. After jotting a few thought down on a piece of papyrus she kept with her, she had made her decision.

"Dear Sweetie Belle, and all those whom this may concern, These will be my last words to all of you, for I so not know whether or not you will ever see me again. Several things have come up that require my attention, and I need some time to think about my life. I'm sorry to leave on such short notice, but it is important that I think some things through before I decide on how I wish to live my life. Whomever gets this message, please, give Rainbow Dash a proper burial, and tell Sweetie Belle, it's a definite maybe. I will be leaving the world of Equestria, I do not know the means by which I will do this but it will happen. Sorry to make this so formal, I know it's unlike me but it felt necessary. Goodbye to you all, I hope to see you again soon.

Scootaloo."

Scootaloo enclosed the paper and set it next to Rainbow Dash as she set off toward the Everfree Forest. Before entirely leaving the site of Rainbow Dash's body, Scootaloo turned toward the carcass and said, "Sorry mother, but your little squirt had to grow up sometime." she smiled and turned as Owlowiscious swooped up the letter. Scootaloo noticed this but didn't care, as long as it puts everypony at ease she thought to herself, "especially my dear innocent Sweetie Belle."

Chapter 6: Scootabelle

After informing her sister of Rainbow Dash's location, saying that she found her dead, Sweetie spent the rest of her day crying in the guest room she stayed in at her Rarity's. How could she force herself on Scootaloo like that? She thought as she sobbed deeply into her pillow. Sweetie then moped about for a while, thinking of the events that led her to where she was, when she finally came to a slight realization. "Well she never said she didn't want to be with me, maybe that look was just that of surprise?" Sweetie said as a smile formed on her face, "maybe I still have a chance!" She shouted with rekindled exuberance. As the adrenaline from excitement began coursing through her veins, she figured that she needed to find and confront Scootaloo again, but where to find her?

As she thought Sweetie remembered that Scootaloo had lived with Cheerilee, their old teacher, for a short while and maybe she might know where to find Scoot. So, Sweetie began her search, and headed toward Cheerilee's place. Upon arriving Sweetie found her teacher to be very disgruntled as if something had bothered and deeply saddened her, Sweetie tried to remain on the task and asked Cheerilee if she had seen Scootaloo round anywhere. "Last I knew she was still looking for Rainbow Dash, but she was found dead so I would have no clue." Cheerilee said with a look of slight disinterest. Sweetie simply grunted and left her old teacher's house, she knew where to go, but it would take a while to get there.

When she arrived at the spot where Dash had passed away, she looked for any trace of Scootaloo there might have been. All she could see were some pony tracks leading towards the Everfree Forest, knowing these could have been anypony's, but also knowing they were her only lead, Sweetie decided to follow the tracks. As she began to wonder through the forest she noticed something quite odd in the clearing in front of her. It was the hut of which the zebra Zecora had resided, only there were strange and horrifyingly familiar sounds coming from the hut. As Sweetie approached the window and saw what only her subconscious mind could vaguely remember. It was Zecora, with a strange attachment to the front of her pelvis, resembling a stallion's member, penetrating the moaning and salivating Scootaloo, who's face lay on the floor, in a similar fashion Sweetie Belle had once been.

A flurry of emotions attacked Sweetie Belle all at once: fear, anger, hatred, jealousy, all of which were negative and directed towards both Scootaloo and Zecora. Sweetie refused to sit there and let this happen, she busted in Zecora's door startling her, and then tackled the zebra to the ground; pummeling her with her hooves. Scootaloo stood up and, as if in a trance, walked over and shoved Sweetie off of Zecora, only to mount the zebra only to continue the intercourse. "What the buck did you do to her!?!" Sweetie demanded, recovering from Scootaloo's harsh shove. "She came with an impossible request and was not nice, and for this she had to pay the price, for a deal we made to grant her bliss, so from her I took and replaced consciousness." Zecora spoke panting heavily from the intense sexual activity and the fact that she had recently been beaten. Sweetie was confused but understood well enough and was filled with sadness and uncontrollable rage, by using her magic, she mercilessly began to strangle the nearly orgasming zebra. After finishing inside of the entranced pegusus, Zecora twitched one last time before laying limp and motionless on the floor.

Scootaloo sat there quietly for a moment while Sweetie began to calm down, Scootaloo then turned to Sweetie, still with a lustful enchanted look in her eyes, and approached her. Sweetie then froze, unable to keep Scootaloo from having her way with her, as Scootaloo neared her, she spread Sweetie's hind legs and pushed her to the floor. Scootaloo then proceeded to rub her marehood against Sweetie's, letting her tongue and a loud moan fall out of her mouth. Sweetie's mind was blank,she was utterly torn; would she brake her friend from her trance and acquit a moment of ecstasy, or should she enjoy the passionate grinding of her one true love? Sweetie found herself lost in thought, when she started panting and moaning from the feeling of her lover's genitalia against her own. The two of them began gaining speed, grinding, and moaning louder and louder, enveloping in the erotic pleasures of which they were engaged. Sweetie could no longer contain herself, matching up rhythmically with Scoot and nearing their climax, Scootaloo let out an orgasmic moan and Sweetie shouted, "I love you Scootaloo!"

After a few minutes of heavy breathing Scootaloo finally regained her consciousness. Realizing Sweetie was laying next to her Scootaloo became very excited. "Hey Sweetie Belle, it's been forever! You won't believe what happened!" Scootaloo said exuberantly to a confused and drained Sweetie Belle. "When I came here to Zecora's cottage, I demanded a way to leave Equestria, she said some strange voodoo mumbo jumbo, then i drank this potion and Bam! I started flying! I flew as far as I could, finally enjoying the sight of my wings, until I reached the moon, I sat for what seemed like years thinking and crying about what happened, I was in so much pain. But now I'm here and I got it all figured out. And you're here with me like you always are, wait, what's wrong Sweetie?" Scootaloo finished as she noticed Sweetie laying on the ground crying.

Sweetie felt obscene sadness for Scootaloo, knowing the truth of her friends situation, and feeling utter disgust toward herself for taking advantage of this fact. Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle, then began to explain herself assuming she knew what was wrong, "I'm sorry Sweetie, I just don't like you like that, but there is no need to be such a big baby about it!" Scootaloo became agitated with Sweetie Belle's excessive crying. Sweetie stopped crying and looked at Scootaloo with a disturbed face, she then explained to the full extent, the true events which Scootaloo was unaware.

After seeing Zecora's breathless corpse, and after an outburst of tears on the realization that she had never actually flew anywhere, she now felt a piece of her being torn away as anger took its place, Sweetie Belle front and center. Sweetie was no longer very sad, she now became flustered and irritated given her very rudely put rejection. The two ponies exchanged glances and Scootaloo began shouting at Sweetie for taking advantage if her and not telling her sooner. Sweetie started to cry, but her remorse quickly fled as Scootaloo shouted, "How could I ever love a sick twisted pony like you!?!" This remark enraged Sweetie Belle as she started yelling at Scootaloo, about how she had nopony else now that Dash was dead. At this point the two stopped their bickering and met each others eyes with an intense stare, a fight between the closest friends in Equestria was about to ensue.

A moment of silence followed by a creak within one of the floor boards, and it began. Scootaloo charged at Sweetie who picked her up by her tail with her magic, and threw her across the room. With a quick recovery Scootaloo was able to leap across the room and tackle Sweetie to the ground, stomping her with her hooves. Sweetie Belle bucked Scoot off of her and began focusing her magic to tare out the large feathers in Scoot's wings. Scootaloo cried in pain and then charged at Sweetie who simply bucked her back again. As the last of her feathers were torn from her blood soaked wings, Scootaloo shrieked in pain, rushing toward Sweetie Belle, latching onto her horn with her teeth. Sweetie lunged back, but with Scoot's body pulling in the opposite direction, the horn snapped, causing Sweetie to flail to the ground in unfathomable pain.

Scootaloo looked down on her friend who was writhing in pain, and realized what she had done to her closest friend, she began to cry. Sweetie unable to see Scoot's tears, being blinded by pain, launched herself on top of Scootaloo and began senselessly pummeling her hind legs until they were nothing but a broken mass of blood, bone, and fur. Sweetie now realizing the pain which she inflicted on the only one she truly loved, dropped and began to weep. They both lay there, broken and bloodied, soaked in each others blood and tears, they grew closer, feeling the cold embrace of death creep on their backs. "I'm so sorry Scootaloo, I loved you, I never wanted any of this to happen." Sweetie said. "It's okay Sweetie, I had forgotten what you went through and neglected your feelings as well, I'm the one who should be sorry." Scootaloo said cuddling up to Sweetie Belle. As they lay in each others embrace, Sweetie what magic she still could to grab a quill and the sheet from her journal from her bag she brought with here everywhere after she had gotten her cutie mark. She placed the song she had written that day on the ground and began rewriting the line she had written and replacing them with others. Sweetie proceeded to sing, along with Scootaloo.

"From the grown mare Sweetie Belle,

Who resides in a personal hell.

For the moment she may not speak,

Of the atrocity that we wreaked.

When we speak of sin and sorrow,

Just one moment we wish to borrow;

Though we dare not speak of this,

All we need is one true kiss.

What must we give to find out,

All we wish to know is when;

We can trust with no doubt,

With each other our lives depend.

We can never leave this hell,

That he raped into Sweetie Belle.

Dear Celestia, we thank you,

I'll be the one who's there..."

"For you." They sang beautifully to each other, embracing one last time, Scootaloo this time not receding when Sweetie's lips met hers. With their last breaths they pronounced a love they both had shared, "I love you Scootaloo." said Sweetie singing softly. "I love you too Sweetie Belle." Scootaloo professed. As life began to slip away from the two ponies a flash of light appeared near Scoot's flank, It was her cutie mark. A pair of wings clasping a heart composed of a treble and bass clef. Simultaneously Sweetie's flank glowed as well, and a similar pair of wings clasped down on her already present cutie mark, they became one, and death took hold of both ponies that fateful afternoon.

Chapter 7: The Apple Family

Applebloom was sitting in the CMC clubhouse observing Owlowiscious flying from the Everfree Forest, a scrap of notebook paper in his talon. Applebloom had been feeling like crap, however, this is the way she always had felt after getting her cutie mark. Applebloom began to despise her cutie mark the moment it appeared on her flank, a crab apple flower, a simple and flattering enough cutie mark but Applebloom hated it. It represented her creativity and her ability to help those in need, mainly her sister Applejack. A few years back Granny Smith had died from an illness that ran through the Apple family for generations, schizophrenia. Its hard to say Granny Smith commit suicide, especially when that wasn't entirely true, she had finally succumbed to one of the more violent and self destructive personas. Each Apple family member was said to pass on the illness as soon as they died and this was no different. Applejack, unlike Granny Smith who perceived different controlling selves, began hearing voices in her head shortly after Granny Smith's passing.

At first Applejack was entirely stable, able to ignore these voices and lead a normal life, but after a while the voices grew more aggressive and began to take hostile action against the apple bucking pony. After the voices targeted her and began torturing her, Applejack had several violent fits, once leaping out of her window and then proceeding to bite a chunk out if Big Mac's leg, and another where she screamed furiously then proceeded to buck Caramel Apple to death. The Apple family decided to shelter Applejack and keep ponies from knowing about her problem, it was up to Applebloom to take care of her, circumstantially giving her a cutie mark. The moment she got her cutie mark Applebloom knew she would be stuck caring for her sister the rest of her life. Under normal circumstances Applebloom would love taking care of her sister, they were sisters after all, but this was a different Applejack. Applejack constantly beat and yelled at Applebloom, saying the voices hate her, and that everyone hates her, Applebloom would always remain silent during her sister's fits, but she could not bottle up her feelings the way she wanted to, so she expressed them through anger and bitterness towards others.

Applebloom had lived a tough life from then on, not only did she care for Applejack but she also took up duties bucking apples with her older brother, as well as selling the apples and taking care of the wrest of the farm. Applebloom never spoke nicely to anybody, demeaning her friends and shunning the wrest of Ponyville for existing, she never intended to be this way she was just too frustrated. Having nothing better to do this day Applebloom had decided to find out where Owlowiscious was flying from, she wandered from the tree house and into the Everfree Forest. Applebloom, while wandering through the forest, began thinking about who she was. She wasn't the most attractive pony, but not ugly either, her hair had grown and she wore her bow a bit lower, in fact, besides the cowboy hat she looked just like her sister. Inside Applebloom was one of the nicest ponies there were, but all the hate and disapproval she received from her mentally ill sister was just too much to handle. The thing she hated most about the situation was that Applejack, the most honest and trustworthy pony there is, would just give up and let these voices tell her what's right and wrong. Applebloom became furious at the thought and was now stomping up to Zecora's hut.

When she entered the hut she immediately saw the strangled body of Zecora as well as her mutilated friends lying lifeless in each others hooves. Tears welled up in her eyes as she screamed at the top of her lungs, running over and beginning to smash the bodies of her deceased friends. "You guys left me! All alone! Why did you leave me! I can't handle this all by myself! What did I do to deserve this!" she cried as she slowly stopped beating the bodies collapsing on top of them and beginning to weep. "I never meant to push you guys away! I'm so sorry! Please come back! I said I was sorry! What can I do to bring you back?!" she said shaking the bodies of her two motionless friends. She then held the both of them tight, in her mind, she thought they might come back to her, they never did. After crying for a while Applebloom sat up and looked at her the bodies of her two friends, they were smiling, Applebloom had felt her heart jerk out of place at the sight, they were happy, she was not. She could no longer sit there and cry she wanted to be alone, so she ran off, back to her farm, the one place she could try to be alone.

Applebloom arrived at the farm and rushed to her room so she could let out her tears in peace. Big Mac had walked to her doorway moments later, Applebloom looked up, only to see an always present emotionless stare on the stallions face as he watched her cry. She yelled at him, "Quit looking at me you lucky bastard! At least you don't have to feel! You never have to feel!" She continued to cry and Big Mac gave an eerie smile in response, Applebloom could not help but feel that her brother got some sort of pleasure watching her cry. "That big dumb ass! He's almost as bad as Applejack!" she yelled in thought reminding herself that it was time to check up on her big sister. She screamed in her pillow a few more times before resolving to check up on her sister, only this time Applebloom had no intention on holding back her true feelings, this time she was gonna give Applejack what she deserved.

Applebloom approached her sister's bedroom door, which was now large and steel, with a slot at the bottom for food trays. Applebloom entered the room triggering lights on the ceiling to turn on, a magic a unicorn doctor had placed to turn on and off the lights when somepony entered and exited the room. The walls ceiling, and floor were lined with pillows and there was a single window which had been blackened and barred up. Applejack was standing in the corner, blankly staring at the wall, Applebloom began to approach her sister, her face growing from upset to frightened. Her sister was mumbling something incoherent at the wall then turned to look at Applebloom. "They made their decision." She said quietly, Applebloom almost unable to hear her. Applejack then turned revealing a large square chunk of fur missing, she then produced the piece from her mouth and gave it to Applebloom. When Applebloom looked at the dried piece of flesh she saw that it had a note to her written in blood on it. She then read it aloud.

"Dear Applebloom, We have decided that we need to move to another, we have been here too long. We decided to kill you as well as your sister. Why? Because we hate you, and all of your kind, but especially your sister and her friends. Our plans have already been set into motion and we're afraid all hope is lost for you, we enjoyed taking part in the destruction of your friends and we will enjoy the further destruction of your family. There is no room in the new world for your kind, and that fills us with much joy. Be glad you will not see the day your world is obliterated. Forever yours, The Elements of Entropy."

After she finished reading Applebloom's rage was rekindled as she began yelling at her sister who was now approaching her steadily. "Applejack! Why are ya so weak?! You should be able to fight 'em! You don't have to listen to 'em! Your stronger than that! Where's the strong Applejack I used to know!" Applebloom's accent was in and out now due to her anger and fear. Applejack then pinned her sister to the ground and with a look of confused sadness she replied, "I'm sorry Applebloom, but if I don't do what they say I'll be in big trouble and they'll hurt us worse than this. I won't and you won't go through that anymore, now be quiet and let me kill you, y'all know they don't like to be kept waiting." Applejack finished raising herself on her hind legs. "Applejack please wai..." is all Applebloom could get out before her sister began furiously stomping on her face. Hoof after hoof, Applejack wailed on her poor sisters head, it began to crack open and brain matter as well as bones began to embed themselves inside Applejack's hooves. After a few minutes Applejack finally stopped and looked down at the pile of blood and bone that once was Applebloom, "Thanks sis', now we can be happy." She then proceeded to remove the bow that held her sisters hair and continued towards the barred window.

After fastening the bow to her neck and one of the bars of the window, Applejack said to herself, "Y'all sure we can be happy after this right?" she then braced her hoover against the wall choking herself. Before suffocating she gave an extra hard shove towards the wall, forcing the bow to tare through her neck, severing her spinal column and allowing her body to fall limply to the ground while blood flowed out of what once was her neck. Slightly before dying Applejack gave a faint smile of relief and happiness, then allowed death to take hold. After most of the blood finished pouring out of Applejack the room went silent, the sound of hoof steps could be heard entering the still lit room. Big Mac viewed the gruesome scene, blood covering most of the room, his sisters lying there motionless. Big Mac became aroused and a possessed smile took hold of his face as he left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving the room entirely dark. A few moments later a strange magic enveloped the window until it disintegrated causing the lifeless head of Applejack to fall next to the body, Owlowiscious swooped in taking the flesh Applejack had left and vanished through the window, the room left brightened by the light of the afternoon sun.

Chapter 8: Fluttershy

Fluttershy had just finished tending her garden when she noticed Owlowiscious fly by carrying something strange, and heading away from Sweat Apple Acres. Fluttershy had been doing quite well given the past few events. She had gotten over Spike's death relatively fast, and Pinkie's departure seemed immanent to her. She had just finished grieving for Dash that day, for Fluttershy, death was never really bad. She had seen it happen plenty of time, considering she raised animals, and death just always seemed so close and natural. But there was one thing that always loomed over Fluttershy, the thing that made her so shy, and that has caused her so much pain; love. Love was Fluttershy's closest friend and worst enemy, but, love only deepened her longing and ensnared her in sadness.

Fluttershy has had several run-ins with her ideological adversary. Her first experience involved her parents, when she as young, before flight school and the races, Fluttershy lived at home, if you could call it that. She lived in a normal cloud house like other pegusi, except her's was one of heart break. Fluttershy had loved her parents, and in some ways she still does, but they did not return the feeling, or when they did, it was in all the wrong ways. Fluttershy's father had raped her mother after she nearly overdosed on rainglow (a sort of pegusus heroin). The two then purchased a town house for the young filly after a court case decided they would have joint custody, the court system was very bad back in the day, however neither of them much cared for the young filly. Her father, Stuttershy, who preferred to be called Stud, would, when they were actually home, beat Fluttershy's mother, Rays, who was very young, even as a mother. Her father would at times sexually assault Fluttershy when her mom was away saying things like, "You know what your daddy wants," and "don't you love your dad?" He would never have sex with her stating, "You don't deserve daddy's love." Her mom wasn't any nicer, being a drug addict, she constantly vented her frustrations on poor Fluttershy, beating her senseless whenever she got the chance.

One fateful day, her father had been sexually assaulting her again when her mom came home. Fluttershy ran to the corner of the room as to not get caught in the confrontation. They began shouting very nasty words at each other, arguing over who owned the young filly. Her father had had enough, and already being aroused, forced her mother to the ground and began raping her. Being a well endowed stallion, her mother's marehood began to drip with fluids and blood, as her mom began to cry, Fluttershy could do nothing but stare. Stud then puled a large syringe from the table, filled with rainglow, he began mainlining it directly into his rock hard shaft as he crammed it in and out of Ray's marehood and anus. Stud began to convulse and as he climaxed, releasing his seed inside Ray's now destroyed plothole, he overdosed, and collapsed on the floor dead. Her mother got up slowly and began beating the lifeless body of Stud shouting, "Serves you right asshole!" After a minute, it started to set in, having done a large amount of rainglow before returning home, and having been filled with contaminated seamen, she started to convulse. Fluttershy ran, hearing her mother yell, "This is all your fault! You little piece of..." Fluttershy fled the house, never to see her parents, who she presumed were both dead, again."

Fluttershy never told anypony about this, she didn't know exactly how to feel about it, all she knew was that love had already betrayed her from birth. But she hadn't given up on love yet, not entirely at least, after settling in Ponyville she began to fall for a certain light blue and white maned, light aquamarine coated unicorn. Fluttershy had met Lyra while walking through the park, Lyra sitting strangely on a park bench. After a thorough convincing trying to get Fluttershy to give up her name, the two ponies began to talk, and surprisingly they had a lot in common. Neither talked all that much, both took care of gardens, Fluttershy loved Lyra's posture, and Lyra loved Fluttershy's embarrassed squeaking. After talking for most of the day Lyra decided to confide something to Fluttershy, by the look in her eyes it was an attempt at seduction, "But what I Really like, is getting dirty by dressing up and telling other fillies what to do, sometimes forcefully." Lyra then took her leave, Fluttershy had understood what Lyra had meant but never really thought of any of that stuff to be sexual. Lyra had left a note with an address on it, saying, "If your interested." right beside it. Fluttershy grabbed the note and headed to the address in hopes of seeing Lyra, even if she wasn't into this she really liked Lyra and wanted to expand their small relationship.

When she arrived at the address she knocked on the door, hearing a, "Come on in." from the other side she pushed the door open to see Lyra. Lyra was standing in the center of the room next to a stall, wearing oddly placed straps of leather, holding a riding crop with her magic. Fluttershy approached and slowly began to speak, "Um.. hi Lyra..." "Quiet!" She was cut off by the authoritative unicorn, "You will speak when spoken to, and you will address me as Mistress Heartstrings, got that Flutterslave!" Fluttershy wretched back but then began to feel slightly aroused by the fear. "I said do you got it Flutterslave!" Mistress Heartstrings said cracking the riding crop in the air near the stall. Fluttershy then felt her marehood start to drip with arousal at the sound of the riding crop saying, "Yes, M-Mistress Heartstrings." Flutterslave approached the stall and her mistress began. "Now, do as I command!" Mistress Heartstrings whipped her, forcing her to do strange tasks, then began making Flutterslave service her sexually. As her marehood was being penetrated by the riding crop, her mistress continued to get her to service her orally, until her mistress pulled out the crop and began whipping Flutterslave's soaked crotch. The mistress soon climaxed, spraying her slave with a mist of her love juices,and her slave was soon to follow. These things happened on a regular basis between the two ponies for a few weeks, before Fluttershy stopped hearing from the unicorn she thought she loved.

Fluttershy, having not heard from Lyra in a while, decided to visit the home where they had been having sexual relations, what she saw when she went inside forced her to tears. Inside there were several ponies, three of which were standing. One was a stallion dressed up in a priestly gown, the other was a pale colored mare with a curly blue and pink mane, wearing a very pretty dress, and then there was Lyra, wearing a very expensive looking tux. Fluttershy's entrance and sobbing caught everyponie's attention, as Fluttershy tried to run away Lyra galloped after her, feeling she needed to explain some things to the poor filly. Fluttershy sat on the ground crying, Lyra approached, "What's wrong?, "I thought you loved me... wasn't I your Flutterslave?" Fluttershy said. "Well yeah but I never said I loved you, it was just sex, and I'm sorry but even though Flutterslave has a nice ring to it, I kinda like Indentured Servant Bon-bon more." Lyra said with a slight grin. Trying to defend herself, a first for Fluttershy, she shouted, "Well I'm.. I'm like Double Bon-bon... or twice as good... or..." She was cut off by Lyra placing a hoof on her lips shaking her head no. "Listen I'm getting married now so we can't do this anymore okay, I'm sorry, but I gotta go, I guess I'll see you later?" Lyra trotted back into the house, Fluttershy began crying yet again.

Fluttershy had from that day vowed celibacy, convincing herself that sex was meaningless, and only lead to heartbreak. So after experiencing love and loss so drastically, losing a friend seemed easy to get over. She had, however, not completely lost her faith in love though, there was somepony, very much like herself, who she felt she knew very well. Fluttershy had kind of always crushed on Big Mac, she never showed it of coarse but she always felt safe when she was around him, like nothing could go wrong. They were very similar, both were quiet, low key personalities, and they both seemed to enjoy nature. As she thought of Big Mac her heart began to, well flutter, and she felt that this was different than any other love she felt before and always asked herself if this could be pure and true love. And from past events it did seem to be, Big Mac had shown genuine interest in her, not sexually but in an appropriate manner, he was just waiting for Fluttershy to be able to accept him into her heart. He knew not to push her so he decided to let her decide, and she loved him for that. Maybe today would be the day I get to enjoy true love she thought to herself when she suddenly realized Big Mac was coming towards her. But the Big Mac who came across the hill from Sweat Apple Acres seemed different, a kind of hungry look soaked his eyes.

Fluttershy smiled when she saw Big Mac, but her smile immediately faded as he got closer. She could see him drooling in a lusty hunger, blood had stained the fur around his hooves, Fluttershy began to cower as the large red stallion drew closer, his massive erection in clear sight. Big Mac said something in a booming demonic voice, "Pain will consume you both!" As he shouted this Big Mac knocked Fluttershy to the ground hitting her hard in the face with his large hoof. He began to scream as barbs shot out of his erection. He placed himself on top of the helpless mare and began taring away her marehood and her anus with his spiky shaft. The pain was unbearable, as soon as it started the only thing Fluttershy wished for was it to end with a quick death. Big Mac was bashing himself in the head with his hoof, his true self trying to regain control of the sickening situation. This went on for what seemed like hours before the barbs disappeared and Big Mac collapsed in front of Fluttershy, his seed shooting everywhere. An eerie laugh could be heard in the air, "Ha, I'm not finished with you two yet!" Fluttershy, unable to move, looked over to Big Mac with pleading eyes, "Please... Big Mac... I love you and.. I-I just don't want to hurt anymore... please." she said choking on her own blood. Big Mac understood and accepted what she asked and replied, "I love you too Shy." Neither of them would be able to live after this. With a swift motion and his face covered in tears, Big Mac bucked his dying love's head, killing her instantly.

"Aww, what fun is it if I can't torture you a bit?" the voice now louder in Big Mac's head, stated. Big Mac no longer had the will to live, after killing and mutilating the one he loved, he couldn't take anymore. As Big Mac ran from the voice, he quickly grabbed a quill and paper from the desk outside Fluttershy's house and while hobbling with the quill in his mouth and paper in one hoof he wrote a letter,

"Dear Somepony, Anypony, This world is in desperate need for help. They took everything from me and they won't stop until Harmony is destroyed. Please I don't know how but somepony has to stop this madness before it's too late! Big Mac"

He finished as he felt the voice of pain creep back into his head. He grabbed a nearby rope and galloped as well as he could back to the apple orchard. "Taking the easy way out I see, well I can't blame you, I mean your world is going to end and you did just sodomize and kill your true love. Your sick Big Mac. And I love it!" The voice said as Big Mac fastened the rope around his neck and the other end around a tree branch. "You will be stopped, I know it!" Big Mac said as his breath slipped away, he strangled to death. Owlowiscious swooped by and snagged the letter, the shadowy figure that was pain appeared and yelled, "Come back with that letter you stupid bird!" The shadow chased the owl into town, leaving the bodies of Big Mac and Fluttershy on the outskirts of Ponyville.

Chapter 9: Rarity

Rarity was sitting by her window when she saw Owlowiscious fly by frantically as if chased by something. Sense the death of Spike, Rarity never went out much, she could not bare to look at a world without Spike. When she did go out she would conceal herself entirely from the world around her, she dared not expose herself to a world that in her mind was falling apart. However there was another reason why she stayed inside and concealed herself. Shortly after Spike's death depression began to seep into Rarity's life, her sadness soon consumed her and transformed into hatred. A hatred for the world that took away Spike, a hatred for somepony who had to be responsible for her love's death. In Rarity's mind, it was her. She began to punish herself for what she had done, self-inflicted wounds, strangulation, torture, mutilation, anything she could do to punish herself for killing her true love, but it was never enough.

Rarity knew that if anypony found out what she had been doing to herself they would try to help her. That's not what she wanted, it wasn't about sadness for Rarity, she did not harm herself to relieve emotional pain, she did it as punishment. Knowing nopony would understand her, she fashioned herself a concealing gown, while it covered a large majority of her body, it still managed to look more elegant and beautiful than anything she had ever created. During her "creative process" Rarity had decided to tare up a large portion of the fabric used in the dress, as to reflect her feelings about the world and herself, this turned out magnificently, fur tight black lace to cover most of her body, shades of maroon and dark teal, accompanied by black trim draped over her body like that of Greek robes yet tighter and torn to fit her desires. And finally a hooded cape, also torn, which was very large in size compared to her body, harsh patterns of white and black riddle the cloak as if in an entrancing dance with one another. The cloak, as it were, took the longest to create, not entirely because of the pattern difficulty, but because Rarity wanted the cloak to embody the idea of nothingness. Nothingness was all Rarity thought about, day after day, life drove her to it,the idea of emptiness, a lack of both good and bad, made her feel comfortable.

It had been a long day and it was finally coming to an end, Rarity wasn't much for hopes anymore, but she did look forward to sleep, it was, after all, the only way to see Spike now a days. She prepared herself for bed, taking off most of the gown, she would usually keep the black lace on, it kept her from harming herself, and it was quite flattering. As she hoped into bed she heard a knock on the door, assuming it was Sweetie Belle, home late again, she yelled, "Door's open Sweetie!" The door could be heard opening and so could two ponies walking into he Boutique. Rarity assumed Scootaloo or Applebloom might be with Sweetie Belle, but she hadn't asked permission, which was unlike her. Acknowledging this Rarity decided to get up and go downstairs to talk with her sister.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw two very unexpected guests. One was a white unicorn with DJ shades on and an oddly styled blue mane, she had seemed slightly familiar to Rarity. Th other was one of Rarity's good friends from Canterlot, Octavia, who would send Rarity classical music records on occasion in exchange for odds and ends from Ponyville, like cake. Rarity began to great her guests, "Oh, why hello there miss Octavia, I wasn't expecting to see you here especially at such a late hour. What are you here for exactly? And please introduce me to your... um... interesting looking friend." Octavia looked at Rarity with an intense smile and said, "We're here for some fun, and this is my friend Destru... I mean Vinyl." The two ponies looked at each other and laughed menacingly. "Oh, uh hello." Rarity said a slightly frightened tone in her voice, "I'm sorry but what is it you mean by 'fun' because i was just heading for bed." Rarity continued. Octavia walked over to Rarity slowly, "That is okay my dear, let me help you sleep." After Octavia finished, she punched Rarity in the side of her head, knocking here out cold.

Rarity awoke to find herself tied to her bed posts, her lace gown had been stripped away. Vinyl and Octavia had been sitting in wait for Rarity to awaken, they then began to talk loudly amongst each other. "So treach... or, haha, Tavi, what should we do to her first?" "Haha, I say we cut her slowly and watch her scream!" Octavia said loudly replying to Vinyl. "Well as long as I get a chance to slash her up real good when we're done I don't care." Vinyl said, a disgusting stare fixed on Rarity. "Well then, lets not waste any more time." Octavia said as she began to slowly saw Rarity's chest with the bow of her cello.Vinyl then broke a few records into pizza slice shaped shards with her magic, using them to encircle Rarity's limbs and horn, cutting through her flesh like butter. Octavia became slightly agitated by Vinyl's actions and shouted, "Hey! If you cut her up too much we won't have any fun, she'll just bleed out and di..." Octavia was cut off by the slip of her hoof, her bow had pierced through Rarity's chest, stabbing through her lungs and heart.

Having her mouth closed, and not breathing very heavily, the blood from Rarity's internal hemorrhaging flowed into her sinus' and began to seep from her tear ducts, leaking from her eyes. They sat quietly for a moment, even though all this pain was unbearably intense, Rarity didn't move a muscle, she just gave a sad look and stared off blankly. Octavia pulled her bow from Rarity's chest and stared at her, puzzled and aggravated. Vinyl became excited and laughed with pleasure as she took two new records and with her magic began slashing and taring through Rarity, laughing with each cut, huge chunks of Rarity's body being ripped to pieces by the deranged unicorn. After a few minutes the crazed unicorn became tired from all the mutilation, "Ugh, she's just not dying! What the hell!" The unicorn had stopped cutting for a while, Octavia had been thinking about why she hadn't died in the first place, then, almost as soon as the torture stopped, the wounds across Rarity's body started to heal and turned to scar tissue. Rarity looked down at the scars and frowned deeply saying, "I could have told you, it's pointless, can't you see I've tried?"

"It's no fun if they don't die, I bet Life has something to do with this, that nosy pest. I'm tired of this body anyway, it's not powerful enough, kill me Treachery, I'm pretty sure these two ponies were close friends." Vinyl said giving Octavia a dull look. Octavia smiled and said, "Yeah okay, that could be interesting. Besides, the only thing killing this pony is the Angel of Death, she's no use to use if Life has control." Octavia proceeded to take her bow and spear it through Vinyl's skull causing it to shatter inside her head, killing her instantly, her body collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from the hole in her skull spilling on the floor in a thick mix with the wood chips from the bow and destroyed brain matter. Octavia looked at Rarity and smiled, "It's good to see you again. you and your friends almost trapped me in that ridiculous Draconequus creature again. But I managed to escape that body and infiltrate this one again, but lets stop living in the past, that was your time, now, it's our turn, we will rule the universe. Haha, and you might live in our darkness forever too huh?" Octavia said mockingly. Octavia then took a string from the broken bow inside Vinyl, "Send Angel bunny my regards." Octavia said before pulling the string around her neck, severing her head instantly. Her body collapsed causing the blood shooting from her neck to drench Rarity, giving her coat a reddish hue.

Rarity untied herself and got cleaned up before returning to her bed, she then thought of what had happened. She knew for sure now that she had been blessed, or as she would put it , cursed with eternal life, she decided she would spend all of eternity repenting for the sin she had committed. The Angel of Death was her only way to salvation, peaceful death, but she did not feel she deserved to see Spike in the afterlife yet, not until she got what she deserved for killing her love. Rarity began to cry, something she had not done in a while, she had been too consumed by self hatred to pity herself. But she cried, she cried knowing that no repent would give her the forgiveness she wanted, she would never see Spike, even in the afterlife. Rarity would be alone with the regret of the loss of her love for as long as she lived.

Rarity grew tired, but before she fell asleep she decided to write a letter addressed to the princess. "Dear Princess Celestia, I feel I have lost my element, no matter how much I give, it will never be enough. Life has cursed me with an endless misery, I hope you have a solution to the loss of several elements, dark forces seem to be at work here. I will search for Death, so he may grant me bliss in this lifetime, I just can't live a life without the one I loved most. Hopefully Fluttershy will let me have a word with him a while, I'm sure it won't take long. Your subject till the end, Rarity."

Rarity set the letter on the window sill, snuggled up inside her blankets and fell into a deep sleep. The ever on cue and omnipotent owl flew in and perched himself on the window as Rarity kicked around frantically while she slept, the owl took leave with her letter as her dream continued. Rarity found herself in her sewing room when Spike walked through the door. "Hey Rarity,uhm I was just wondering if you wanted to, uh well you know like go on like a date with me sometime?" Spike said to her, cheeks beat red with nervous embarrassment. Rarity broke down in tears, she was so happy, "Yes, of coarse Spike, I'll never love anypony else so of coarse I'll go out with you." Spike approached her, "It'll be okay Rarity, you'll get another chance. I always loved you, and I never stopped. So believe me when I say, I'll come back to you and I will protect you. You just have to let go this time." Spike said, his words stopped as a horn speared through his back and out his chest. "No!" Rarity called, her love died in front of her, the horn pulled out of his body that disintegrated, it was Rarity. Rarity yelled at herself, "You killed him, it's all your fault, go away!" "Wake up." The scarred image of Rarity called. "No, I can't, I won't leave him, I don't wan't to be alone!" Rarity shouted. The scarred Rarity called out loudly, "Wake up Rarity!" Rarity jolted out of her sleep screaming, "No!" "Finally, come on we have got to go, there's a lot to explain, just come on!" Twilight said standing next to a strong pegusus stallion wearing a Wonder Bolts outfit. Rarity got dressed in her caped gown and asked, "Where exactly are we going?" "Canterlot." Twilight said, "I'll explain on the way, let's go." The three ponies left the Boutique and headed towards a Canterlot, consumed by black flames.

Chapter 10: Twilight Sparkle

As the ponies headed toward the nearly destroyed Canterlot, Twilight started to fill her cloaked friend in on what ha been going on. "Sorry we had to wake you up, you seemed like you were having a rough day." Twilight commented. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Rarity said, a large frown on her face. "Well, there is a lot to discuss before we arrive in Canterlot, Dawnsun, explain to Rarity what happened before you came to me." Twilight said, looking up at the pegusus. "Right," he said before landing next to Rarity. "Let's start from the beginning...

"I guess it all began the day I was trying out for the Wonder Bolts. You see, I heard you're guys' friend Rainbow Dash was going to try out, and I had always, well, sort of admired her from a far. Actually to be honest, I fell in love with her the day I saw her save, what I now know to be you, Rarity, and the other Wonder Bolts, Spitfire and Soarin, during the flight competition. The way her mane flowed through the wind, the way she so bravely saved all of you... But that's not important, I was trying out to be a Wonder Bolt, for Rainbow Dash, who reminded me of my mother, and in honor of my dad, who was also a Wonder Bolt, back when him and mom were still alive. I began my tryout, very simple, nothing too flashy, I knew I could never do anything as great as Rainbow Dash's sonic rainboom, and i didn't want to. I wanted her to fulfill her dreams, to be happy, and maybe someday I could be in the Wonder Bolts too, and that, if I was lucky, she might fall in love with me as I had her.

Unfortunately, I did better than anyone could have hoped. I had decided to try the sonic rainboom, but I didn't plan on going really fast, well not just really fast anyway. I thought of what my father had told me back when he was giving me flying lessons as a child. He always had told me, "Son, when you become a great flyer like your dad, always remember that if you fill your heart with your strongest feelings, nothing can stand in your way." He would tell me this every day after lessons, so this time, I had decided to take my father's advice. As I began to speed up, a cone started to form in front of me, I closed my eyes, letting my strongest feelings flood into my heart, love, for Rainbow Dash. Everything was really loud, the wind lashing across my face, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. It kept getting louder until I felt a wave move down my body, I felt like I wasn't moving. I opened my eyes to see nothing, it was hard to describe, there wasn't anything there, no objects, no light, but no darkness either. An image began to form in front of me, from what I could see, it was the tryout space, I could see the Wonder Bolts. Then like I was coming back to reality, everything seemed to speed past me. I was standing on the ground facing the Wonder Bolts who were looking up at something.

When I looked up my mouth flew open in shock. It was me, not moments ago, preparing to do a sonic rainboom. I could see everything, the cone, me closing my eyes, then it happened. I saw myself stretch and contort to a point until I disappeared into a loud explosion. What I saw then was spectacular, what I believe now to e a black hole took shape, all sorts of amazing things began to dance around it, contorting just as I had done before, a flash of light trying to escape until it was sucked in. At that point it exploded, an array of colors surrounded by nothing I had seen before, flew around each other in an elegant choreography. It then contracted and imploded to a single point, then releasing one final explosion of light that flew across the sky, what I then deemed to represent the birth of the universe. Your cloak reminds me of what I saw, it looks like nothing, if that makes sense Rarity.

I had thought I had gone back in time, but as I have discussed this with Twilight, I had not. I had in fact created a parallel universe, which we had decided was dangerous so I will not be doing it again. Because, as I will tell you, I have done it too much already. At that point however, the Wonder Bolts looked down and congratulated me, they didn't tell me I won so I was still in high hopes for Rainbow Dash. Weeks later I had not gotten the letter of acceptance in the mail, I was relieved, but then I had heard a knock on the door. Sadly it was Soarin, there to pick me up for the welcome party. At this I became deeply depressed, forced into sadness by my betrayal of the one I loved. I tried to look for her, to see her, but she had made herself hard to find. It had been at least a year, I had by that point given up on my search, but something felt wrong, something had happened and I needed to know what so I began to search for answers, what I found, when I had finally seen her again, I nearly died inside. She was in Ghastly Gorge, pinned under a rock, dead. I shouted out of passion, anger, and sadness, I flew as fast as I could trying to go back in time to save her. But no matter how many times I went back, I could never go back far enough, I had then slipped into the darkest depression I could have possibly imagined.

This did not last long to my surprise, because yesterday, during one of my strolls around Canterlot, I came across a peculiar magic show. As you know, there is only one pony who even does those anymore, Trixie. But her show wasn't what it used to be, after being showed up by Twilight, ponies stopped having faith in all of her boasting. But she never let up, her pride refused to, that's why I was attracted to her, I don't know why exactly, but her pride and overconfidence just kept drawing me in, I had felt the strangest and strongest urge to protect her. After, what seemed like another, failed show, I, being a Wonder Bolt, was permitted to see her afterwords. As I entered she looked somewhat upset, but as she noticed me enter, she shaped up and began referring to herself in the third person. I couldn't help but blush at this, it was too cute, she appeared to e very comfortable with me and as we began to talk we hit it off.

It seemed as though she was falling for me, but I wasn't exactly sure, to tell you the truth, I didn't know if I was falling for her, or if I could fall for anyone after Rainbow Dash. The only thing I knew was that I had to be there for her, and protect her from anything bad that might happen. As you can see, I didn't do that great of a job. At first she regarded me as a fan boy, but as the hours passed she began to open up to me. She talked highly of both her parents, how they encouraged her to be as great as she is. Though it always led to her asking herself, "They always told me I was great and powerful, but... Why was I unable to keep them with me?" She would say this to herself a couple of times, a very melancholy look growing over her face. Although she would bust out of these depressing funks as prideful as ever, I couldn't help but feel her slowly slipping away from me. I don't know what had happened to her parents, I don't even think she knows, but I'm sure it doesn't matter, to her, it was her fault they were gone.

That night, well it was more like early morning after all the talking, she made me sleep outside, not worthy enough to sleep in the same room as The Great and Powerful Trixie I guess, but I could not help but peep in on her when I heard noises coming from her little room. As I looked in I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, I thought I heard her talking to herself, it sounded as if she wanted herself to give into something. She put up a fight but eventually gave in, something felt wrong, I wanted to bust in and tell her not to give up on herself, but it wasn't my place. She made a deal with herself, giving her one last night before she went to sleep, she slept so soundly, a smile swept across her face as she slept. I blushed, I had never seen her smile like that before, it suited her. I felt as ease for the time being, as I rested my head on the ground and fell fast asleep.

I awoke, late in the evening as it seems, loud explosions and ponies screaming all around. I looked in to see Trixie but she was no where in sight. I took to the sky, worried, in an attempt to find Trixie, hoping she was okay, sadly, she was no where near okay, to say the very least. She was floating throughout Canterlot, a dark aura around her that seemed to absorb the light from the fires she used to set the city ablaze. Other than setting everything she saw on fire, she would pick stray ponies up from the ground, either throwing them or causing them to implode into a confetti of gore. The sight of it all made me sick to my stomach, in the town square I noticed the royal princess' trapped under a dark curtain of magic. As of then I was curious as to why they hadn't the power to break free, until I was told by Twilight that they no longer possessed the much needed Elements of Harmony.

I knew I had to do something, I began an assault on Trixie, getting as close as I could to her without being blasted back by her dark aura. This went on for a few minutes before the rest of the Wonder Bolts showed up to help me. We began doing some real damage, but it was at this point that I realized it was all pointless. Trixie took notice and seized both Soarin and Spitfire's wings with her magic, tearing them off instantly, in a shower of blood the fell to the ground before exploding on impact, nothing but blood, bones, and their torn suits lying on the ground. The other Wonder Bolts attempted to flee, but it was to no avail, they all soon met the same gruesome Fate. Trixie and I locked eyes, she simply smirked and continued her rampage. I slowly drifted down to the town square before I decided there was only one thing left to do. With protection fueling my heart, of Canterlot and for Trixie in an attempt to prevent her from becoming what she had, I knew I had to try and go back in time.

Sadly, like before, no matter how many times I tried, no matter how fast I flew or how strong my feelings were, I could not go back far enough. I settled down in the square, finally accepting that there was nothing left for me to do, until I was addressed by the trapped Princess Celestia. She, strangely enough, took notice to my attempts and abilities and told me she knew how I could help. "Quickly, please, you must help us! I need you to go to Ponyville and get Twilight Sparkle and her friends! They are the only ones who might have the power to save us!" Was all the princess could say before the dark magic around her, prevented her from speaking anymore. Without hesitation I raced to Ponyville in search of you guys, didn't take me long to find Twilight, which is where she should pick up I guess."

Dawnsun began to fly again as Rarity looked over at Twilight, a very sad look on her face. "Yeah, my story isn't as interesting as his, but it's important I guess." Twilight sighed as she began her side of the story.

"However much I wish not to tell you, you're a good friend of mine so I won't hold anything back. Ever sense Spike passed, I had been shut indoors, sort of like yourself Rarity. As time passed I made several suicide attempts that all ended in failure. I began blaming everyone, you, myself, and Spike worst of all. I hated him for leaving me all alone, but this, with realization, only made me feel worse about myself. I began to study, books upon books, training my magic to make it stronger, so that maybe I would have the power to keep my friends from leaving me. By the beginning of this week there was nothing left to study, and I became obsessed with very dark thoughts, that of bringing Spike back to life. I would usually discern this as impossible and attempt to kill myself once again, but I was determined that there has to e some way to bring Spike back.

All of my books told me nothing so I went to Zecora, in thinking maybe she knew something. When I asked her she said something like, "In these dark arts you should not meddle. But if you must, with death you shall settle." I insisted she speak in a manner I could understand, she gave me an aggravated look and said, "Just talk to Fluttershy's rabbit!" Not wanting to annoy the zebra any further, I left towards Fluttershy's. When I arrived, there was nopony home, I assumed she was out getting food for the critters. I saw Angel bunny lounging on the side of her doorstep, however, so I approached him and tried to start a conversation. As I had expected he seemed to look passed me confused, until however, I mentioned Zecora referring to him as death, his eyes grew large, and the area around him dark. As his body turned entirely black, a strange and eerie transformation occurred.

He took on the shape of a dark pony, covered with a black shroud, which seemed to flow even with the absence of wind. The only visible aspects of him were his snout and ears which protruded from a skull which I know to belong to the long extinct biped species known as Homosapians. All in all he was creepy beyond belief, even where we were was creepy. We were no longer by Fluttershy's we were in some strange place, kind of like where Dawnsun describes as he time travels. He began to speak to me, I'm not sure if he ever actually spoke or just telepathically transmitted words into my mind, I never saw his mouth move. He began asking what I wanted and why I beckoned him, I started demanding the life of Spike back. He claimed it was beyond him and had no recollection of a Spike, at this point I had pleaded and begged for what seemed like hours, he never gave in. I was in tears, I tried to convince him to let me take Spike's place, that I would give my life a thousand times for his. But, he simply stated that it doesn't work that way and that I had taken up too much of his time already, before I could beg him to stay, he vanished, and I awoke in the center of Ponyville only hours ago.

I couldn't help but cry, all my work, my one chance, all for nothing, I felt so useless, so pathetic. Even though I sucked at it, I figured I'd give killing myself one more try. I grabbed a nearby rope and fashioned it to the top of the water fountain, and then around my neck. I stood on the fountain, water rushing over the top of my head, I let my feet fall, and the rope had started strangling me. As I slowly choked to death, the water that had been rushing across my face, seemed to help increase the feeling of my life slowly washing away. Everything was dark for some time, I was dead, at least I was good at something, that is until Dawnsun resuscitated me, apologizing and explaining what was going on in Canterlot."

"So that's pretty much it." Twilight said finishing up, Rarity felt jealous of Twilight for a moment, and her ability to die, but those feelings passed as they arrived at the devastated Canterlot. Everything had burnt to ash, but darkened flames still filled the streets, all hope had been lost for the capital. They entered the town square, the roads were covered in pony bones and carcass', the fountain at the center fueled by blood. Soon the princess' came into view, "Princess!" Twilight shouted, rushing to her mentor's side. "Ugh, Twilight?" Celestia said, drained of all the energy she had. "My sister... Is dead... I need you to... *cough cough*.. Stop her." Celestia strained to say, blood starting to come out of her mouth as she coughed. "How?! How do I stop her, we only have two elements?!" Twilight said in a fluster. "I... I know, she is and element too... just like you Twilight... but darker.. *cough*... don't let her get her fellow elements... or..." Celestia was cut off by a large fit of coughs. "What do you mean? I don't understand." Twilight asked, both confused and worried for her mentor's health. "e safe... I love you all, my little ponies..." Celestia said as she drifted off. Twilight cried out loudly " No Princess!! Don't go!! Don't leave me! Not now!" Twilight continued to cry, the princess' were dead, and the dark magic that consumed Trixie was approaching. Twilight got up, she sniffled but stopped crying, there was one thing on all of their minds, would they alone have the power to stop Trixie? Or was Equestria doomed forever?!

Finale

Trixie's aura of darkness could be felt as she approached, like an immense pressure weighing them down. But the three of them had only one option, with all of their friends gone, and nearly all of Equestria now in dismay, they had to fight.

Twilight took a step forward, then turned to look at what remained of her friends. A simple nod was all they needed to know that the battle was about to begin.

Trixie came into sight, well, what was left of Trixie. The dark magic that had surrounded her began to tare the flesh off of her body, bones, tendons, and muscles could be seen here and there all over the mare's body.

The mare floated towards the last remaining ponies in Canterlot, her dark glow consumed her, all that could be seen in the mare's eyes was darkness.

Her voice boomed, "Ahh, you finally showed up, The Great and Powerful Trixie, as this one refers to itself, is very pleased at your arrival." Twilight retorted, "Trixie, what have you done? What has come over you?" Trixie's voice grew louder, "Magic! Far beyond your comprehension. Speaking of which, I just finished me Earth pony genocide, seem's like there's none left, what a shame, I should have left some for my brothers but, oh well. And look, if it isn't Modesty, you're the one keeping me for killing all those pesky pegusi!" Trixie had her glance now fixed on Dawnsun who readily replied, "I have no clue what you're talking about you crazy mare!" "Of coarse you don't, that's the point. And you!" Trixie now looming over Rarity, "We know what you've been up to Life. Kicking Generosity out was a bad idea. We let Death know what you're up to! And he plays by the rules!" Rarity felt possessed for a moment, "Well, it doesn't seem like you play by the rules either. And you needn't bother, my job will be done here soon. Fate has It's plans." Trixie then backed away, "Fate can go to hell! We will control this Omniverse soon enough, just you wait!" Twilight then began, "I don't know who you are or what you plan on doing but we will not let you succeed without a fight! You can be sure of that!"

With that, Twilight began to raise herself in the air, letting the spirit of magic flow through her veins, more powerful than ever before. Twilight could feel the voice of the element speaking to her, "Twilight, we are the last ones, but don't worry, my sisters will return, Fate will not let us down. But you and me must use all the strength we have to defeat him, and keep him from bringing himself and his brothers into the physical world. We must stop him at all costs, hurry Twilight!" The voice faded inside Twilight, she opened her eyes, a powerful light emanating from them and the wrest of her body, almost outshining Trixie's leering darkness. Twilight knew little about the history of the elements, or even their origin, it was never written in pony lore. But she knew, seeing as though she never heard her before, that she had a new and powerful connection with her element.

The battle began.

Trixie struck Rarity with a probing bolt of dark energy, Rarity herself and the spirit stowed away inside of her, both writhed in pain as similar bolts flew out of her body, striking the corpses that riddled the streets. What remained of the ponies in the street began to come back to life, the mob of undead (Zombie ponies, if you will) began to slowly march towards Dawnsun and Rarity. Trixie and Twilight shot into the sky at intense speeds, clashing in the air, as their auras danced among each other, this was to be the final battle.

Rarity and Dawnsun knew they had to help Twilight, but these pony zombies were a major problem, that had to be dealt with. The two began fending off the hordes, Rarity used her magic to hurdle objects at large groups, while Dawnsun flew speedily through immense crowds, bucking and stomping on all the reanimated corpses nearby. Rarity, making good use of several sharp objects close by, began launching them through the crowds, she felt sick at the sight, it reminded her of Twilight's slumber party, and her pillow fight with Apple Jack. She only threw harder as she remembered the moments she would never have again. Dawnsun found himself surrounded, hundreds of decaying pony mandibles attempting to pile onto him and consume his flesh, he blasted out of the herd with his special ability, the him now had already begun fighting off the undead ponies that had started to surround Rarity. A flinch from the darkness above could be seen before the battle grew more intense and furious. The two ponies became surrounded by their undead kin, they kept fighting, but it seemed like the end, when a loud crash could be heard. Twilight came crashing down to the ground, her magic exploding out of her on impact. The zombies all but wiped out by the explosion of light energy. The two ponies ran to their fallen friend, Rarity began to cry, "No! Not you Twilight! You can't! You can't loose! Not now! Not after what we've lost!" Her shouts fell on deaf ears, Twilight was no longer breathing.

The pony zombies had all been disintegrated by the blast, Trixie still lingered up high, expecting the now dead Twilight to reawaken. Rarity sat there crying over her dead friend, tears soaking her cheeks, spilling onto Twilight's lifeless body. Dawnsun could only sit, knowing he was powerless to change the outcome, he wondered if this was the end. Rarity had laid down on her back next to Twilight's body, feeling tired, she questioned, "Why me? Why must I keep living while those around me die!?" With this Rarity began to feel cold, the tears on her face glowed vividly then vanished, the tears that had spilled onto her friends body soon followed suit. A loud gasp was heard from Twilight, who sat up, as if she knew what had happened. Twilight approached Rarity, who's vision was fading, Dawnsun still sat, mouth agape in awe. Twilight then spoke, an angelic voice spoke with her, slightly echoing her voice, "Thank you Rarity, we all appreciate what you have given up for us, your generosity exceeds Generosity herself. Thank you too Life, Fate's design will be upheld as long as possible, we assure you." With that, Rarity smiled faintly at Twilight, who gently smiled back, she then closed her eyes and accepted death's sweet embrace.

Twilight gave a satisfied look and proceeded to fully recover her magic. She addressed Dawnsun who stared blankly now at the deceased Rarity, who's gorgeous attire seemed to complete itself as it became stained with the blood that leaked from her eyes. "Dawnsun, Modesty, we need you to do something for us. We need you to enter the Void. Once there, find Trixie, and defend her with your life. I'll try to keep the entry open long enough to allow the elements to escape. Unfortunately, that includes the evil elements as well. Don't worry about us though, just stay in the Void, you'll soon be at Fate's side. Even if we loose this universe, we'll know the Omniverse is safe." Dawnsun had trouble comprehending everything the now fully rejuvenated pony had said, but what he took from it, was that he needed to go back in time again. After regaining her powers, Twilight lit up and recommenced her battle with Trixie.

No pleasantries were shared between the two, they had just picked up where they left off. A duel of magic between two unicorns could get intense, limbs can get broken, lives even lost, sometimes the royal sisters would duel each other for show, and to assert their dominant magical abilities over the unicorns. During these duels, the two magical ponies would harness all of their magical essence into a tool used for fighting (most took the shape of a sword). The color and intensity of these magical weapons depended on the pony in control. The strength of the ponies magic controls the intensity of the glowing weapon, where as intentions and will controlled color. Ponies with good intentions have a range of green colors, where as bad willed ponies had a sort of purple hued blade. Celestia had been the most good willed pony there was, as such her blade took a bright blue color. Similarly, when Nightmare Moon betrayed her sister, her's became a sinister battle ax of a deep red color. That battle between sisters went down in history as one of the most intense duels ever, until now that is.

Twilight, being imbued with the purest magic in the known universe, wielded a blinding white staff, bladed at the end. Trixie, imbued with the most corrupt magic in the known universe, wielded a large, deafeningly dark, scythe. Their battle recommenced. Their movements began, quicker than one can see with the pony eye, slashes and parries followed by loud booming explosions of magic with each. Twilight, for the most part, took up the defensive, blocking all of the relentless strikes from who she thought was still Trixie, but was now barely recognizable, consumed by darkness. When Twilight attempted to take up the offensive she would attempt to strike Trixie, but miss, hitting shadows instead. Being wide open Twilight had to react quickly to avoid being struck with the large wild swings from Trixie's scythe. Twilight now depended on her plan working, if this didn't work, the Omniverse was doomed under the rule of Entropy.

Dawnsun readied himself, he took flight, hoping with all of his heart that whatever Twilight had planned would work. It began to take effect, all those familiar feelings of his time trips returned to him, then the crack. The loud explosion caught Trixie's attention, Twilight quickly jousted into Trixie, landing a direct hit. Trixie shrieked, the shadow now leaving the mangled body, allowing it to slowly fall to the ground. Noticing the large, enchanting hole in the sky, Twilight began pouring all the magic she had left to keep it open. Dawnsun searched the endlessness of where he was looking for Trixie, she soon appeared, feet in front of him. She was crying, afraid of what she had become. Dawnsun walked up to comfort her, and keep her safe from the approaching darkness. As the darkness drew closer, so did the light, they both seemed to be tangled and fighting, soon pouring out of that world into the physical. They held each other tight, in fear of being consumed, moments passed and the last few bits of darkness and light escaped the Void, leaving Dawnsun and Trixie alone. As Twilight saw the last of the light exit the entrance she closed it up, sealing Dawnsun and Trixie inside, with the wrest of her sisters, and her evil brothers out of the Void, Fate could take it's course. Twilight smiled, then plummeted to the ground, the magic around her fading into the sky.

As they opened their eyes they found themselves alone in the Void. All Dawnsun could think of was if the plan had actually worked. A voice soon loomed over his thoughts, booming in the vast emptiness, "Yes, Modesty, you and Pride are safe now." Soon the vast amount of nothing was filled with energy and lights, that of a universe. "Where are we?" Trixie asked. The voice replied, "This is your home, this is the Void, all that ever has, is, or ever will be." "But, what about all the nothing, from before?" Dawnsun interrupted. The voice replied calmly, "It was the Void as well, and also your home, it is all that hasn't, isn't, and never will be." The two ponies couldn't help but be a tad confused at the idea, "Who are you exactly? And where are you?" the two ponies asked. "I am you mother and your father, your creator, and ruler over all you see and all you don't, I am all around you, at all times, I am you, but to be less precise, I'm over here." A large pony said appearing out of nowhere in front of Dawnsun and Trixie. He appeared to be an Alicorn, but, very different all the same. His horn curved upwards, and he had a second set of horns growing from the sides of his mane, which was similar to Celestia's in texture, however, it was shorter as was his tail, and light and darkness seemed to dance within them fluidly. He had pointed ears and a set of what appeared to be half dragon half pegusus wings, his body blended with the environment and his mane; each of his eyes wielded what appeared to be galaxies. "Please, don't stare, it's not very polite." The pony said, noticing the two ponies in front of him, eyes fixed with awe and wonder. "Oh, sorry!" they both responded, Trixie had seemed to be forgetting all about her usual third person persona. "Who are you?" Dawnsun asked, not satisfied with the previous answer. "I am the creator, I am Fate. Now where did Life go? She's never around when you need her." Fate then said, becoming slightly impatient. A faint glowing orb appeared next to him, "I'm sorry, I haven't fully recovered yet, something you need?" the orb asked. "Grab Death, I need you two for something." He ordered. "Yes sir!" the orb said before disappearing. Dawnsun and Trixie stood confused.

"Sorry, I almost forgot what the physical world does to you two." Fate said noticing the confusion on Trixie and Dawnsun's faces. "That was your sister, Life, she likes to play subordinate and be ordered around like that, unlike your brother, Death, as his name implies, he's the opposite of Life, he hates being given orders, and for that matter hates requests in general; stingy little bastard." Fate continued, looking around for something, "Now where did that owl go with those documents, ahh, there you are!" Fate said as Owlowiscious flew by with a large sack in his talons. "Thank you." Fate said before the owl simply hooted before absorbing into the pony her perched on. "These are some letters from your friends, well some of them are your friends I believe, and one of them i need to have a word with. Oh, and don't mind that dumb owl, he's my other half, I'll get to that later." Fate finished before the orb appeared again followed by the pony Twilight had described seeing. "Got him!" Life said energetically. "What is it? I'm very busy right now." Death spouted impatiently. "I need you to find this one on you list, and life is to bring them to me." Fate said handing one of the notes from the sack to Death. "Fine." Death said unconcerned.

As Life and Death delegated and argued with each other, Fate came to a realization, "Oh, Modesty, I almost forgot to thank you." Dawnsun, realizing he was the one referred to as Modesty, asked, "Thank me, for what exactly?" Fate smiled and said, "Why, for taring all those holes in my time space continuum of coarse." Dawnsun then gave an apologetic look before Fate said, "Oh, don't worry, while I am a little disappointed in your lack of concern for the fabric of reality, like some ponies we know." Fate said looking at Life who then apologized before continuing her argument with Death. "We can use those holes to send Intuition back to the perfect time!" Fate said with a smile, then realizing he forgot to mention Intuition. "Sorry, Intuition is my other half, he guides me as much as I guide him. He's our fifth element, I'm the sixth of coarse. But our elements are set up differently than Harmony and Entropy. But I'll explain later, for now, business!" He finished realizing Life and Death had found who they were looking for. "Good, now bring him back, we need him to restore the balance." Fate said signaling Life and Death to commence their strange ritual.

Spike began to regain his senses, he had a huge headache, and couldn't exactly remember what happened, he only remembered being extremely sad. His memories hit him like a brick wall, it all came back to him as he jolted up. He had by this time realized he was no longer in his home, or anywhere he could describe for that matter, he was surrounded by strange things, and a few strange looking ponies, Trixie he noticed was among them. "Trixie! What are you doing here!? And where is here anyway!?" Spike said half in shock. Trixie answered, "Hey Spike, I don't know exactly, this Fate guy talks in riddles." She said pointing a hoof at the tall figure in front of Spike. "Hello there Spike, I'm Fate, and I need your help with something." Fate said looking at Spike expectantly. "Okay." Spike said, "But I don't know how much help I can be." "Don't worry, I'll fill you in later, first we need to send you back." Fate said a large gateway opening up behind him. "Back? Back where?" Spike asked. "To make a long story short, you died, the Omniverse went to hell, and we're sending you back in time to fix it." Fate briefed Spike rather rapidly. "How am I supposed to fix it?" Spike quizzed. "Oh don't worry about that either, you're the first spirit of Intuition, well the first conscious one that is." Fate said, an energy seemed to flow out of him and into Spike, it stung him like a bee, but didn't hurt too bad. "I don't feel any different." Spike jested. "Oh, well, you shouldn't, it will work though, and I will be with you the whole time to make sure it does work; okay? Now off you go, I'll explain the details later." Fate said as he threw Spike into the gateway which then immediately closed up.

Spike was falling, he wasn't worried though, wasn't screaming either. All Spike could think was when on Equestria he would be. He soon got his answer as he slammed into his body. He was on his way back to Twilight's library from Sugar Cube Corner, this was when he promised himself he would win Rarity's heart. Spike soon became depressed, was it never meant to be. He couldn't help but wonder; Fate's voice took form in Spike's head, "Don't get to upset Spike your only this far back because we need you to stop some other things for us as well. Oh, and don't worry to much about Rarity; you're Intuition now remember, I'm sure you'll think of some way to win her heart." With some form of renewed confidence, Spike continued on his way to the library. Fate had set his new plan into motion, the young dragon of Intuition as his Champion.