Dear . . .

Canterlot Castle

Chamber: 4

Dear Princess Sparkle,

It's me. The Great and Powerful Trixie. You might have guessed already, from the stars on the edge of the paper, or my Cutie Mark being printed on the front.

It's been far too long. We're getting old now, so old. I can't believe you gave up your immortality just to be with your friends, to die by their side.

It really is too bad that was never destined to happen.

I apologize in advance, I heard about Rainbow Dash and her accident. I heard it was fatal. She still has so much life in her, so much pride, too. I can't believe it's going to be ripped away from her so quickly. Sure, we're getting to that age where it's harder to perform magic, harder to fly, and harder to trot, but still.

I was not a good friend of Rainbow Dash, no, not after what I've done in my youth, but I still cried, Twilight, I did. That crash must have been devastating to hear, I remember, no, I know you two are such good friends. The Elements Of Harmony, right?

Is Celestia going to have you replaced, now that you're getting older? Is she slowly replacing all of them in her mindset? You know Celestia better than anypony, or, almost anypony. Do you know? Will you ever know?

I feel as though a sweet pony like Fluttershy shouldn't be replaced. I heard about her courageousness, and I heard the slyly put joke Celestia put in at the funeral.

'She should have been both the Element of Kindness and the Element of Loyalty, for how loyal she was to those creatures. Loyal to the end, and a kind friend,'

That's what she said, right? I'm not sure anymore, my memory is iffy, nowadays. But hey, whose isn't at this age?

Such a long life lived. I feel as though I've seen it all. Nightmares turned back to normal ponies, Crystal Ponies, Chaos being calmed, everything.

Even Snips and Snails managing to get dates. Get married. Have kids.

I just wanted to get this last letter in, before it's too late. I fear it may be too late if I keep this up any longer, my magic is so weak now, it's hard to lift this pen to get the ink across. It feels as though I'm a filly attempting to lift a ton again.

If we do not speak in person, Twilight, I wish this to be our last goodbye. I've set peace with you, and now I set forth the formal goodbyes.

I'm not leaving a return address.

The Great and Powerful Trixie