Conclusion

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Conclusion

Midnight slowly came to his senses. The first thing he noticed was the smell of dampness. Slowly, his eyes cracked open. He was in a small. dirty room with nothing but a tiny, barred window, a bucket, a bed, and a large metal door with slot on it. It was a cell. Midnight was wearing standard prisoner rags, and on the floor beneath his bed was a pile of bones that must have once been a pony skeleton.

Rising up, Midnight could feel a headache coming on. He sat on the bed for a long time, dreary, slowly waking up. It wasn't until the slot on the door opened that Midnight really came to his senses. The voice of a guard spoke to him.

"Priv-er...ex-Private Midnight, you awake?" Midnight rose an trotted to the door. He could see the eye of a guard watching him. "Two people wanted to have a word with you, I was sent to let you know. You're going on trial in two days." Midnight nodded his head and waited. The slot closed shut. Silence.

A few minutes later, the slot was opened again. Midnight peered through, and a pair of dark pink eyes stared back. The voice of Rainbow Dash spoke.

"Midnight, is that you?"

"Yeah." Was all Midnight could respond with. The two sat in an awkward silence for a few moments.

"I just wanted to know; why?" Midnight looked down, not wanting make eye contact. He honestly didn't know how to explain this.

"Because I'm out of my mind, that's why. Because I had the diluted idea that I should do something horrible before I killed myself, just for fun. An idea I still cling to like some kind of rabid animal." Rainbow Dash was silent, contemplating his words. Midnight glanced up at her. Luckily, she was looking down rather than at him. Did she feel awkward too? Why?

"Okay, I guess. I...I just wanted to know." Rainbow Dash and Midnight accidently made eye contact again. Dash nervously seemed like she was about to say something else, but never did.

"Bye." Was all she said before slamming the slot shut. Midnight never did find out what that was all about. Silence. A few moments later, the slot opened again. This time, a pair of purple eyes looked back at him. Twilight Sparkle seemed like she was in pain.

"M-Midnight?" She asked. Midnight lowered his eyes, trying not to look at her. The goodness in him was suffering deeply.

"Hello, Twilight." Midnight could hear Twilight sniffling. Part of her was furious at him, while the rest of her was heart broken. Shattered.

"Midnight...I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything, Twilight. I don't even deserve to talk to you." Midnight understood how horrible it must be for her, having willingly given herself to the stallion who had raped her friends. Having actually, for a moment, cared about him.

"If I could take it all back, I would," Midnight began, "but I can't, and there's no use being sorry for myself. The easiest thing for you to do is understand that I'm a monster, and just walk away." Twilight was a crying harder now.

"Goodbye, Midnight." She choked out before closing the slot and galloping away. Midnight returned to the little bed and sat down. He shed no tears, but there was remorse buried within him. In the end, what did it matter? What's done was done.

Midnight began searching the room, and once he searched the pile of bones under the bed, fate played it's final card. Midnight found a crudely made knife stashed on the body. Rising it up, he said goodbye to the world.

Midnight pressed the blade onto his left wrist and sliced downwards, blood pouring out. He quickly started feeling light headed, but cared little about the pain. Using his right fore-hoof as a quill and his blood as ink, Midnight wrote a message on the wall.

To the Elements of Harmony-

Thanks for making my last night worth it. And to Twilight Sparkle: I know that some part of me, deep inside, is sorry.

-Midnight

As Midnight toppled to the floor, pale and sweating, he began to wonder if there really was an afterlife waiting for him. Would Winter be there? Part of him felt that being damned to sit in an empty, dull room, complaining to Winter about how boring everything was for the rest of eternity would be a fitting punishment. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. As his eyes drifted shut and he exhaled his final breath, the last thought that went through Midnight’s head was:

Whatever the next life has in store for me, I’d better not be a damn guard!...

The End