Dawn of the Final Day

by Elk1

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Death, Alternate Universe, Twilight Sparkle, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1401

In her final moments, Twilight lies alone. How did it come to this?

Twilight did it. She saved the day… but at what cost? Of course, she didn’t mind setting her life down for the greater good, but her friends… they didn’t deserve this. Nopony deserves this. Yet at the end of the day, here we are. So, Twilight decides she will indulge, one last time. The gift that Celestia brought was one she took for granted until now.

Published 2025-01-16 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-16 03:30:01 UTC

The Brutal Truth

Twilight Sparkle shakily walked toward a fallen log, her hooves dragging against the blood-soaked ground. With a trembling breath, she finally lowered herself onto the rough bark. This was it, huh? She let her head drop as she felt the warm trickle of blood running down her forehead. She glanced at her hoof and saw more crimson staining her lavender coat. Her body was matted in it—her own and others. She was surprised she hadn't passed out yet. Perhaps sheer willpower was the only thing keeping her conscious.

No matter. She did it. She stopped the end… again. But at what cost? Her hollow gaze shifted toward the horizon, where the moon was slowly descending. A bittersweet victory. Her friends... her beloved friends... they had all fallen to ensure Equestria had a future. Each had been a light guiding the way forward, but now she sat alone in the darkness.

Fate is ruthless, huh?

Her vision blurred as she fought to keep focus. The first streaks of dawn painted the sky, brilliant shades of gold and orange piercing through the shadows. Rarity would have marveled at the colors, calling them magnificent and divine. Pinkie Pie would have wanted to throw a party for their victory, balloons and confetti marking the occasion. Rainbow Dash would have laughed and made some witty, half-serious comment about being the real hero. Fluttershy would have smiled as bright as the sun itself, her soft voice quietly expressing her pride in all of them. Applejack would have tipped her hat and likely made some apple-themed joke that only she could pull off. Spike... Spike would have been frantically scribbling down the story to ensure it was never forgotten.

But none of that would happen. Because Twilight was alone.

Her chest tightened as she thought about Starlight Glimmer, her very first pupil. Starlight had been so full of promise, so brilliant in her own right. If only she hadn't been Twilight's last student as well. Twilight felt the weight of failure pressing down on her. What kind of teacher was she to abandon her student before her studies were complete?

“I’m sorry,” Twilight whispered, her voice trembling as the morning wind carried her apology into the void.

The sun pierced through the horizon, flooding the world with light. Twilight squinted against the brightness, the warmth on her face contrasting the coldness in her heart. She should have passed out by now. Her injuries were severe, but something inside her refused to give in. Perhaps it was sheer stubbornness—or guilt.

Why did it have to end like this? Why did her friends have to sacrifice themselves? She clenched her jaw, her body trembling with anger and sorrow. They should have been here to see this sunrise. They deserved it more than she did. They were the ones who gave everything. And yet, they chose her. They chose to save her over themselves, believing she could lead Equestria into a brighter future. But they were wrong. Twilight knew she was out of time. Their sacrifice was in vain.

And that—that hurt the most.

They believed in her. They thought she could continue on, but she couldn’t. Here she sat, a broken shell of a pony, barely holding on. The guilt was suffocating. She hated herself for surviving when they had not. She hated herself for failing to protect them. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood on her cheeks.

She looked to the sky, her gaze lingering on the brilliant sunrise. It was beautiful. Rarity would have loved it. Did it really have to end this way? Twilight wanted to believe there was still something left to fight for, but without her friends, she didn’t know how much more she could bear.

So she waited. And as she waited, she apologized.

She apologized to Trixie for not being kinder sooner. She recalled Trixie's boastful antics, her insecurities hidden beneath the bravado. Twilight had seen through the cracks but had done little to ease them. She remembered the look of shock and sadness on Trixie's face when their paths crossed one final time, and now that memory haunted her.

She apologized to Cadence for not being the sister-in-law she should have been. Cadence had always been a source of warmth and love, but Twilight had taken her presence for granted. She had been so consumed by her duties and studies that she rarely made time for their bond. Cadence deserved more than distant letters and rushed visits.

She apologized to Shining Armor for leaving him too soon. Her big brother, her B.B.B.F.F. He had always been her protector, her rock. Twilight’s heart broke as she remembered his final moments, his desperate plea for her to survive when he could not. She hadn’t even been able to say goodbye properly.

She apologized to Flurry Heart for being an aunt who failed her. Flurry had looked up to Twilight, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration. Twilight had promised to teach her, to guide her as she grew, but that promise was now shattered. Flurry would grow up without her Aunt Twilight.

She apologized to Maud Pie for never taking the time to understand her. Maud’s quiet wisdom and unwavering loyalty had been a steady presence, even if Twilight hadn’t always appreciated it. She regretted not seeing the depth of Maud’s heart until it was too late.

She apologized to Celestia for every mistake she had ever made as a student. Celestia had placed so much faith in her, had guided her with patience and care. Twilight wondered if she had lived up to those expectations. She wished she could hear Celestia’s voice one last time, reassuring her as she always did.

She apologized to Luna for not forging a stronger bond with her. Luna had been a kindred spirit in many ways, battling her own demons while trying to find her place in a world that often misunderstood her. Twilight wished she had taken the time to truly connect with her.

She apologized to Cozy Glow for not preventing her descent into madness. Cozy was just a filly, a child twisted by her own insecurities and misguided ambitions. Twilight had tried to stop her, but maybe there had been another way—a kinder way.

She apologized to Discord for not fully accepting him until it was almost too late. Discord had always been an enigma, his chaotic nature masking a deep yearning for connection. Twilight had underestimated him, and now she regretted not valuing his friendship more.

She apologized to her friends for not being strong enough to keep going. They had believed in her, trusted her to lead them. She felt she had failed them in every way possible.

She apologized to Spike for not treating him as well as she should have. Spike had been her number one assistant, her confidant, her little brother. She wished she could tell him how much she loved him, how much she appreciated everything he had done for her.

Her voice cracked as she whispered each apology into the void, her heart breaking a little more with every word. She listed more names, ponies she had met throughout her life who had touched her in some way. Zecora, with her wisdom and guidance. Big Macintosh, with his quiet strength. Thorax, who had taught her the value of understanding and compassion. Ember, who had shown her the power of loyalty.

The sun rose higher, its golden rays bathing her in light. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth wash over her. Her strength was fading, her body finally succumbing to the injuries she had sustained. She thanked Celestia for this last gift—this beautiful sunrise, even if her mentor would never hear her gratitude.

Twilight felt herself falling, her body collapsing onto the ground. The world around her grew dim, her vision narrowing to a single point of light. She made one final apology—this one to herself.

“I am sorry, Twilight Sparkle,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You had dreams. You had ambitions. You had friends. You had a life... and now that’s all gone. I’m sorry I didn’t change sooner. I’m sorry, Twilight Sparkle.”

She closed her eyes, her breath growing shallow. She couldn’t forgive herself, not for this. Whatever came next, she could only hope it was worth it. As the light faded completely, Twilight Sparkle let go.