Twilight is alone.

Twilight is afraid.

But more than anything, Twilight is tired.

She would like to rest her sore joints, her exhausted mind, her weary eyes.

Because it's over, it's all over. Everything that ever mattered is gone.

But now... she doesn't know what to do. There isn't a single lesson, friendship or otherwise, that can solve this final inevitability.

Twilight is so very, very tired.

An entry for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting 'Genre Swap' contest.

Cover art is from the wonderful SiberPony! Seriously, go scroll through their art, it's amazing.