Dear . . .

by Jeb4700

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Random, Slice of Life, Crossover
Length: 2836

Little letters adressed to several ponies in Ponyville by different senders, to different ponies

What would this pony say to the other? Would they remember addresses? Enjoy the various chapter-like letters sent from a different pony to a different pony each time. This is incomplete, and whenever I'm in the mood, it will be modified with a new chapter

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-24 23:02:51 UTC

Dear Twilight from Sparkle

Ponyville Library

Date: December 23, 2011

Dearest Twilight,

It's been a while, hasn't it baby? So long. So long...

How have you been? How's Mommas little princess? It's close to Hearths Warming and I thought I'd write. I thought I'd say hello, make up for lost time. I'm sorry I haven't been able to write, but since you left to live with the Princess, I haven't been able to find the words.

The anything.

I haven't even been able to gather courage to pick up a pen, so I'm asking Night Light to write down my thoughts. It's been years, hasn't it? Yeah, years. Last time I saw you on Equestria Daily, I saw you've grown. A lot. You're a beautiful mare now honey, the light in the night.

And saving Equestria from that Nightmare? Amazing! I'm so proud of you, my baby. I knew the day Princess Celestia decided to take you under her wing that you were going to grow up to be an amazing heroine, an amazing mare.

Your brother must be so proud! I know your father is, he's always loved you, no matter what. But then again, what wasn't there to love? You had bright eyes, filled with the skies.

I'm writing- Or rather, getting your father to write- to you now to tell you goodbye. It's been wonderful having you as a daughter, but these old bones aren't what they used to be. I've requested to be put down, it's what I want baby. It's what I need. And I'll be damned if I let my last chance to talk to you slip away.

And who knows baby, maybe you'll want to come and see me, talk to me, face to face.

But you're a busy pony. Maybe not. I've requested to be put down by the thirtieth, I want to give your father a few more days with me. He's crying now, so please, ignore the little fringes in the paper, dots of wet here and there. Or would you call then dots of fluids? Water? I don't know, my mind slipped past my sense of grammar and proper usage long ago.

My memory is starting to slip too, and I want to go remembering all of your good deeds, all of you. Your brother has already come to say goodbye, he said his Marefriend and he were planning to get married this year, but said he would postpone it until later, so he could sit vigil.

Your brother's a sweet boy, you know that? Sweet as sugar cubes.

Anyway, I'll cut this short. Come to say goodbye, or not. Just know that I love you, very much.

With hugs and kisses,

Mrs.Sparkle

I held the letter in my hooves, lip quivering.

"Why," I spoke softly, my agony echoed loudly in my voice as I finished reading the letter. "Why wasn't I given this sooner? It's been near a year!" I looked up angrily, my tears suddenly stinging hot as they dripped onto the yellowing paper. The clerk looked at me and shrugged,

"I don't know, didn't look important. Looked like junk mail, why, what is it?" His voice seemed bored, like he would rather not be confronted by what seemed like an emotionally disabled mare holding a piece of junk mail.

"My mothers death letter, she wanted me to come see her...Oh Celestia, I never got to say goodbye!" I ran out of the Canterlot Mailing Center, my tears streaking past me and wetting the soft snow below my hooves. The clerks shocked face was all I could see, the moment I told him what it was.

Images of my mother flashed through my mind violently as I crashed through the large city, I looked up once to see my friend from Ponyville, Derpy, looking down at me in confusion before I slammed my way into my old home. Sides heaving, breath coming out in pants, I looked up to see my father.

At first, he had a look of fear, and like he was ready to fight if needed. But seeing who I was, and what I had clutched in my muzzle, his eyes softened.

"Oh Twilight," He opened his arms and I ran to embrace him.

The only other pony to know my pain, other than my brother.

Dear Rainbow From Scootaloo

174 Weather Lane

Cloudsdale Ponyville

Dear Rainbow Dash,

It's been a while, huh? Nearly five years. Five years since I grew up, four since I left town.   I remember when you stopped talking to me. It hurt, a lot. But I got over it easily. I mean, you had every reason to, I did something so horrible, I can't believe it often enough, now that I think about it. It was so stupid of me. I was young, I had just made my mark on the world.

I wanted to show off.

I was such a horrible filly then, and I hope with all my heart that you can forgive me. Forgive me for being so ignorant, forgive me for being so rude, just forgive me in general. I don't know what I  was thinking, I don't know if I was thinking. I just know it was hard, hard to look you in the eye after that. So I didn't.

I remember that day, the day you said you'd take me under your wing. Luna helped me, did you know that Dash? She told me to face my fears, and my only fear was that I'd be rejected by you. Lose you. Oh god, I loved you then, like a sister. But all that changed, didn't it? Yeah. It did. But for the better, right?

I remember the day I came home, sporting that Cutie Mark. The scooter with a lighting bolt over it. You, you were so happy. So encouraging. You adored me for a few hours before taking a nap in the tree, that's when I got cocky. You didn't know what I was up to, hell, I didn't know what I was up to. I just wanted to feel important in your eyes. I wanted to feel important in everyponies eyes. But most importantly, I wanted to feel important in my own eyes.

I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for that. I was young, my dreams had been shattered more times than I could count back then. Nothing was working, I never seemed to gain your attention. Other fillies and colts did, but me? No. In your eyes I was nothing, and so I bounced up to the WonderBolt Academy, telling everypony I was visiting family.

Family, pfft. As if. I'd have to have family to visit.

But any way, lets get back to what happened. I trotted right up to that Spitfire you're always talking about, and demanded to be let in. Those weren't my exact words of course, but I've been too busy to remember the exact ones said. Something along the lines of, "I'm the best flier in all of Equestria, and I can show you!"

Of course she laughed. A small chicken like me, best flier? I laugh at the very thought, even now. There was no way, of course. Or so she thought. I explained to her that I couldn't fly using wings, but I could fly with something better.

"Alright kid, show me what you got." She chuckled softly, amused by my ranting. With shaky legs, I got up on my scooter before I was interrupted.

"On the ground, not in here! Come on," She said to me, her voice booming with amusement "I'll show you where you can show that thing off. I warn you though, it takes a lot more than a tiny scooter to get in here." The fiery mare pushed her face into mine and gazed into my eyes, her eyes showing off her fiery talents. "You gotta want it."

I wanted it a lot, but not more than you. I didn't know you were on Campus grounds then, didn't see you and you didn't see me. You were with that pony I'm sure, Lightning Dust. I thought I saw her racing through the skies that day, but perhaps it was just a fleck of dust, a cloud carried through the wind.

Spitfire showed me to a room where everything was lovely. It was a bit like a gymnasium, and the flooring was scuffed and had ugly dents in it. Maybe it was just the fact that I was getting a chance that made it so glorious.

"Go on kid, show me. Show me you're the best flier, or, scooter-er." She scoffed lightly, encouraging me. Probably because I was so young. But I got on that scooter, my legs shaking lightly. It was scary, being in front of someone who would write my history later. But I did it.

I remember the shock of it all, getting started and jumping off the wall by accident, doing flips and light kicks as I tried to straighten myself. I skidded to a sideways halt in front of that mare, and she looked in awe, so I continued. I went at fast speeds, made quick turns, did everything I could. Just to impress her, to impress myself.

I didn't falter once, not even when she tried to see if I could do the tricks with large amounts of weights. I couldn't do flips, but she didn't expect that of me. She expected speed, and jumps, and large range and long jumps. Quick turns and bunny hops, and the usage of my wings.

When I was done, I was sweating up a storm. Literally. The cloud I used as a sweat rag started storming the second I pushed it away, kicking it lightly, the fluffiness bouncing against my hind hooves lightly. For a second, the lightning raged and Spitfire had a mean look on her, but I know it was just my fear. My fear of failure, of her telling me to go away. Leave her alone, never come back.

But those words never came.

Instead she cheered lightly, and praised me!

"We can either use your scooter abilities, or get your wings flapping with the scooter in the air. What do you say, Scooterloo is it?"

"Scootaloo." I corrected.

"Scootaloo," The word fit in her mouth like a dream. "I like the name, it's got flash. I like your style, you'll have to practice a bit, and I'll have to see if Soarin' likes you and your odd way of flying, but after that, I'd be glad to accept you into the WonderBolts!"

She held out a hoof, I was reeling in shock so hard, I hadn't noticed it until a few moments later, shaking her hoof awkwardly. My stomach fluttered like Shys butterflies. But that was your dream, and I stole it from you.

I left Ponyville, didn't even tell you. Didn't have any belongings to go back and get, and Spitfire suggested I sleep in the room for the younger Trainees. It was empty, no pony had ever slept in there, the younger Pegasi were too scared to stand up for what they dreamed until they were older.

When I returned to Ponyville for a year, you refused to talk to me. You blamed me for everything bad, for leaving especially. You never knew where I went, but I'm telling you now. Right? Anyway, I found out that you loved Soarin'.

My husband.

You still do too, huh? I'm sorry, he was so enchanted by my moves, he didn't pay attention to you, did he? I'm sorry, oh so sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt, or maybe I did. Again, I wasn't thinking then.

I live in his chambers now, of course, and I found out today.

Dash, I'm pregnant. The doctor said I'm too young to do it without one of us dying, the child or I, I mean. I'm choosing myself Dash, I wont allow the child to die. I'm due soon, trying to send letters to everypony I care about. I was in Ponyville the other day, sending the news to everypony I knew and saw.

Sweetie and Apple were shocked, and happy. I never told them where I was, all that time I never told my best friends. And Diamond and Silver Spoon, they joined Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. Can you believe it?! Well, I'm sure you already know.

I was forgotten, my biggest fear was lived and I didn't even know it. I wont leave a ripple on the world, I'll be ignored after I go, but not by those who cherish me, like Soarin' and my child.

Dash, for the first time ever, I'm scared. Tears ran down my cheek as I made the decision, it means leaving the WonderBolts, but of course, it also means leaving the world. I guess I care more about the WonderBolts than anything else, like you do. Or, maybe did. We haven't chatted in so long, is it still your dream?

When I saw Twilight, her mane was graying. Spitfires' is too. Not too much, as she's younger than Twilight, but still. And Spike! When I saw him, I couldn't believe my eyes! He's so big now, isn't he? But I'm rambling, aren't I? I guess when you have as much time as I do, you're allowed to do that.

Dash, I'm afraid to be forgotten. I'm so young, I could have left more on the world. I could have left more than adoring fans and autographs, more than friends, maybe I could have left a family. But that will be after I go. The thought makes me tear up.

Soarin' says it's alright, that maybe the doctors can save me. Maybe Celestia or Luna will help, maybe both. Ha, the chances of that, they make my lip quiver as my sadness tries to fight off my smile. Or maybe my smile is trying to fight off the sadness, I don't know. I just know my lip is quivering.

This letter is getting too long. I'm in too much pain lately to write too much more. My hooves are sore, and my neck hurts from hunching over.

I love you Rainbow Dash, don't forget that.

With love,

Scootaloo

Dear Twilight From the Great and Powerful

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