Twilight's Soul Floats Ever Deeper Into Space

‘At last, it is done.’ Said the lavender guard as he picked up Rocky’s head from the cold crystal floor. ‘The last of five souls gathered, and yet the hole in my heart does not fill with anticipation or excitement. Even the fluttering wings of butterflies fail to resonate within my stomach. Why is this?’ He asked Rocky’s severed head. The guard looked deep into the head's fading eyes. He pondered to himself as he picked up the limp body from the chair and proceeded to throw it backward, to the puddle of deep brown. Once it touched the puddle the fluid therein began to sizzle and fester as it melted the flesh from its bone.

The guard sat in place of the body and he looked up to the now, night-filling sky. Longingly, he cuddled with Rocky’s remains as he began to cry into its mane. ‘It’s not fair’ muffled the quaky voice as he moved his head back to the chair’s headrest. ‘How hollow you must have felt when you woke to find not a soul around you, and how hollow must you feel now as your soul makes its way to Her Majesty… I- I hate her, or more so, I think I hate her. Could it be that I hate the solitude given to me by the one that imprisoned her away? Or has the centuries spent apart, drawn me to the ire, the sorrow, the anxiety surrounding her? I still do not have the faintest clue, Rocky…’ The guard confided in Rocky’s remains. ‘I know it strange, when one talks to a severed head of a being they killed. But it is the only solace I have now. I no longer have my friend, who was made from paper and bark. He belongs to you now, Rocky. Please keep him safe as I did before you.’ He said as he stood back up. He continued to look down at the severed head as he trotted over to the congealing dark brown pool.

The guard kissed the head's crown before he dropped it into the puddle. ‘One last step to take, and one in which I detest the most.’ The guard said as he trotted back over to his sword. ‘I must shed my blood, blood which shall never run dry. Yet, this puddle of acid and melted sinew shall accumulate it all. It will not be satiated till her body is made flesh again.’ He said as he trotted back over to the puddle. He looked down upon his crystal blade ‘No, not this blade. It won’t do.’ He said as he used his magic to summon the sword given to him by Twilight Sparkle.

He gazed at its cravings along the sharp metal. ‘It has been an age, has it not old friend?’ He asked the blade, the blade glinted golden indigo in response. ‘I find it fitting that you be the blade to cross against my flesh. The only one deemed worthy.’ The guard said as he kissed the fuller of the blade.
‘I summon Her Majesty, Princess Twilight Sparkle! The rightful ruler of this realm. I offer my blood to form her immaculate form, and to rise from the depths of the cosmos.’ Exclaimed the guard before slicing his throat deep. He used the entire length of the sword to cleave away the binds of flesh that kept his blood from leaving his body. His blood ran freely as he struggled to catch a breath, and as he cut his windpipe, he suffocated.

His vision slowly blackened as he choked to death, all the while watching his blood mix in with the brown puddle. ‘I only wanted to live in the golden times lost to us, princess. Not these times of chaos and death.’ He said mentally before he fell deep into the rising black pit of death…