The world around us is filled with many things. The good, the bad, and the ugly, all that could be changed with one single event. The popular show, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, is the center of this life-changing event. But the ponies aren’t where this begins. It begins with a voice actress, one that is related to the ponies. The event is centered on the one and only, Tara Strong.
“Today the brony community cries-.”
“The community all gathers in one place-.”
“It is so sad-.”
“The writers and artists all give their final remembrance-.”
“Today is the day that we recognize HER-.”
“*Sob* SHE will be missed-.” These are just a couple of the news reports. Here is the saddest one, the one that reminds us that this isn’t a dream.
“Today Tara Strong has died-.” I can’t bear to hear the rest. Tara Strong… died. All bronies, from across the world came to one place to mourn their fallen leader. We were there too. We watched as the funeral went on. As Tara… left. All offered the coffin all the DvDs and video games that Tara was in, as a respectful passing. But I’m only talking about our world, and what her death did to it. I haven’t mentioned THEIR world. THEY didn’t lose THEIR friend, but part of HER left.
As Twilight and Spike went from store to store for supplies, Twilight felt uneasy.
“What’s wrong Twi?” Spike looked truly worried. Twilight limbed as she trotted along.
“I don’t know? I felt fine a second ago.” Twilight stopped and rested on a nearby bench.
“Tired of shopping?”
“Maybe, but we need these supplies to write the letters to Princess Celestia.”
“Oh yeah, we ran out as you were about to tell me to write the letter, might as well do it now, while we are resting.” Spike grabbed a quill and ink, and prepared a scroll to write to the princess.
“Good idea, that is why you are my #1 Assistant, every year. Alright ready?” Spike nodded. “Okay, Dear Princess Celest-.” Twilight’s voice stopped. Spike looked over the scroll and saw Twilight’s jaw moving, but nothing came out.
“Umm, Twi? Nice trick, can you get serious now?” Spike scorned Twilight, yet she seemed to want to scream. She flailed around rapidly, running up to all the ponies in town, trying to push out a scream. Nothing. No scream, no words, no sound. Twilight’s voice seemed to… die. She ran for the library, yet Spike didn’t follow. He was stunned, stuck on the bench. He sat with his mouth open, and slowly quivered. Rarity came by, and seeing the dragon went over.
“Morning Spike, how are you?” Spike’s claw clenched into a fist of rage. He muttered quietly at first, but it grew to a roar.
“Why… why… why… why… why… why… why… why… why?” All Spike could say was why. Then he exploded, his eyes swelled as he wailed, embracing Rarity. “DAMN YOU CELESTIA, DAMN YOU. I WISH WE NEVER SAVED YOU FROM NIGHTMARE MOON!” Spike cursed, crying harder and harder. “I NEEDED HER. I NEED HER VOICE, HER BEAUTIFUL VOICE! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME BACK HER TRANQUIL, SOOTHING VOICE!” Rarity backed away, as Spiked scorched the bench. He ran to the library, for he Needed Twilight’s voice.
“…” Twilight cried. She searched the books, but nothing. Study of the Pony Voice, and Where Your Voice Comes From, nothing… until. Twilight turned the final page, and in anger to the failure of the book, tore out the page. Once she did, she saw a slip on the back cover. She pulled it and it had a note. It read…
A rare occurrence is called, Death Voice. When the origin of your voice dies. The victim will lose all ability of making a verbal sound. There is no cure, for you can’t raise the dead.
-The Doctor.
Twilight dropped the book. She cried harder, and harder yet no noise came out. She started to wreck the library in anger. She stopped. She looked around and saw that the entire library was ruined. She stopped and continued to cry silently. She then started to pick up the mess. Spike ran into the library, still crying.
“TWILIGHT SPEAKK TO ME NOW!” Spike jumped on the unicorn, all she did was buck him off. “Twi…?” Twilight silently continued to clean. Spike picked up a book, and Twilight turned in rage. “Yes, Twi can I help you?” Twilight lifted her hoof and smacked Spike. He got up, looked her in the eyes, and saw the horror of silence. She was sad, she was terrified, and she thought she was being punished. “I’ll… be back.” Spike turned and left the library. Twilight ran out and stopped him. She grabbed a small chalkboard and a piece of chalk and wrote simply…
KILL ME.
“NO!” Spike returned the favor to Twilight and smacked her back. “You will not kill yourself, I’m going to the Princess. She’ll give me your voice. Or she’ll sacrifice her voice to you.” Spike grabbed a knife and went out to go to Canterlot. Twilight watched as Spike left. She got back to cleaning. She sat their grabbed a video tape and put it in the TV. It was a video that she and the girls made. She paused as she spoke to her friends. She cried. She vowed that she would find this “Doctor” and get her voice back. She wanted to leave, but how would she speak to him/her. She thought and grabbed the chalkboard and moved out.
“PRINCESS!” A guard of Canterlot ran up to Celestia. “It’s Spike, he is…” the guard was shoved aside, and out came the purple dragon. He charged at Celestia, now drawing the knife.
“GIVE ME HER VOICE, GIVE ME THE VOICE THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE!” Spike broke down again. Celestia embraced him… and looked him in the eyes.
“What is wrong, young Spike?”
“YOU TOOK TWILIGHT’S VOICE!” Celestia’s eyes widened. She took off and flew off to Ponyville with Spike. She crashed into the ground outside the library, causing a crater to appear. “TWI?” Spike sobbed as he saw, the absence of the purple unicorn in the library.
“TWILIGHT SPARKLE, COME OUT!” Celestia screamed in the royal voice. Twilight heard, but didn’t want to face her teacher. She continued, vowing to meet the doctor.
Back in OUR world, all the people who cared of Tara or the show sat in their rooms. The writers sat as they thought back to what happened and all had one question, WHY?