She had lost. the flawless combination, created from the best of both of their sides. She wasn't meant to lose. But then, she wasn't meant to be either. Life had been a cycle of violence from the moment of her creation, but even still she wanted to live. She deserved to live.

She recalled those first waking moments. Coming to consciousness, walking out of her prison of glass. Immediately she was meet with hostility.

"What have you done??" Shouted the one with purple hair. "Bring them back immediately!"

"Awful early to be accusing Flawless of things she hasn't got a clue about." She smirked. "Rarity, yes? I am-"

"Yes yes, Flawless. I've seen cheap jewelry with less faults! Bring back our friends at once!" She could tell the fashionista was getting worked up. But the party had just begun. What was all this about?

"Yeah! Bring them back or we'll make you bring them back" Rainbow Dash. She was trying to look threatening? Whatever.

"Oooo, I've got this one girls! I'll show you, you big meanie!" And following that childish language, flawless felt pain for the first time and her she was bucked by the pink horse.

"Tough crowd." She dragged herself off the ground." Maybe you'll like this next one!"

What happened next was a blur.
In the flurry of violence that followed, she found each of the five lying on the floor, knocked out cold. Was that the way this worked? A fight for the top? Well she was the best of the best. Guess it was time to ascend.

In one last desperate bid as the light she had only held for a short time left her eyes, she escaped again into her own dreams.

Lost within her own mind, wounded, half dead, she knew she was on borrowed time. She looked around the decaying landscape. It was the same place she had been wounded in. This was a neat trick, but how long could she keep it up? How could she be flawless and have fallen so far?

The cracks grew. She knew she had to control her thoughts. She was holding this place together through pure willpower, but it was so hard. What was she holding on for? She didn't have anything left. To be fair she hadn't had anything to begin with. Just a stubborn desire to live. She had to live. Why else was she made if not to do so? She couldn't leave this place, she was fairly certain of that. Still, one step
at a time. She thought about what she'd do when she got out, thinking it would cheer her up. But she once again concluded there was no one out there that cared for the Mare in the Mirror.

She spent time to reflect on her actions. Maybe if she had fought harder. Maybe if she hadn't fought at all. Would she have been allowed to exsist either way? darkness swirled around her mental space.

Flawless found herself dragged kicking and screaming into her own dream, and now it appeared she was once again outnumbered. There was almost no way out of this. Her two halves, the two pieces that made her whole, and the princess of the night. Flawless would not give up.

She began to tear down her dream. Controlling the space so they couldn't use their magic.

"Behold! You are at my mercy! Surrender now, so that you may yet l-"

There was a sensation of flesh tearing. She looked down to see the cause, before feeling it again and again. Three horns jabbed through her. Huh. She hadn't considered that.

She looked over at the other two. Twilight was mumbling sorries, refusing to meet her eyes. Trixie was hidden under the brim of her hat.

She supposed this was all her fault after all.

Luna prepared for a night of her work after a harrowing day. She couldn't get the mirror mare out of her head. But she knew it was her life or their three lives. She hated that she had been reduced to the logic of a beast.

Entering the dreaming nearly immediately caused her a migraine. This was, without a doubt, one of the worst dreams she'd ever witnessed. She gave no thought, rushing to the aid of this creature in need.

Peering inside, sitting there, looking as she remembered her last, was Flawless. She looked around for the dreamer, but there was no other creature. This WAS the dreamer.

She was alive. This was bad... right? Her sister had specifically ordered this one a threat to all equestrian life. She had fought the creature herself! Her power was terrifying and her heart blackened.

Luna remembered when such things were said about her.

She threw aside her thoughts. Her mission was to aid dreamers, and this one might not have long left

Flawless tiredly looked up at the princess, not believing that anyone could have found her here. In the end it made sense.

"Come to finish the job, princess?" She managed, panting heavily. "Or just here to enjoy the final act?"

The princess was silent for a moment.

"It doesn't need to be this way, Flawless Sparklemoon." The mirror mare let out a laugh.

"Awful late for that! The show's over!" She coughed, interrupting her own thought. "T-that's curtain call for me. Been nice knowing you, moon butt. Come on, give me a cool death! A performer goes out in style."

The cracks deepend. She didn't have long.

"We will be doing no such thing." Luna said softly. "Take our hoof! Tis not safe here! We will discuss elsewhere!"

"The fuck are you doing princess??" Her world continued to fall apart. "You're meant to kill me!"

"YOU DESERVE A CHANCE TO LIVE! TAKE MY HOOF. I AM NOT ASKING." the canterlot voice startled the resistance from her, and flawless reached out. Collapse was imminent.

Luna reached out in turn, showing the first bit of kindness she had seen since being created. She couldn't understand. It seemed like they wouldn't make it... But they locked hooves! Luna pulled with all her might!

Then there was blackness.

Author's Note

Ready for a wild ride? No editor this time, so sorry for increased spelling errors should they occur.

Been wanting to write this for months but I need to finish up chrysalis.