Chapters The last one standing. (Edited Edition)
She had family all over Equestria. And when they couldn't all meet in one place, she saw it as her duty. As the family from Ponyville, to go out and greet all the family else where. She didn't do tsted on going alonehese trips very often. And she insited on going alone every time. This is why as much as her death is a greatly sensitive topic, as is all my other friends...passing away....
I don't know many details about how so died. This is a good thing and a bad thing in it's own way. I know far to many details of my friends..passings, for me to be comfortable with. I am glad that I didn't have to wach the life leave her eyes.
But utterly distroyed that I couldn't stand by her until the end, like I should have been able to do. I should've gone down with her- with them all. But I can't afford to think like that.
The train was headed for Manehatten, and as fate as been so crule to us, on that day, there were hold-ups in the station. There were trains backed up all the way down the line.
Her train didn't know.
They couldn't slow down quick enough, and slammed into the train in front of them.
No pony on that train survived.
She far away from her friends.
Applejack was the second to go.
The last one standing. (Edited Edition)
None of us knew for certain where she go the idea from. When she stated thinking all this crazy stuff.
I think it started when her mane whent straight for the first time.
Ponies saw she had another side, no matter how rarely it came out.
They started sreading rumors. We all (or what was left of us) tried to head these rumors off as quick as we could, to stop her from hearing. We did a pretty good job for a while. But it couldn't last forever.
We don't know how, or who from, but we knew she heard it. She drooped slightly that day.
We tried to tell her that she was not the pony she had heard about, she was better then that.
'But what if I'm not?' She would say. 'What if I am that pony? How can you stand to be near me?'
It only got worse.
She became depressed. We all thought nothing could get to her. That, she would always bounce of what ever anypony would say about her. And we would be behind her death-glaring the poor soul who was saying those things.
She stayed mostly to her room. We came to visit her regularly, she would get up and talk to us, but each time with less and less bounce and words.
I guess she saw it as betrayal. She was always so nice to them, and they were saying these awful things about her.
Calling her a deranged murdering phyco.
She took her own life.
There was no trace of visbale injury, and further reserch showed that she had not hung herself, stabbed ot cut herself in anyway, sufficated herself, ect.
It was as if, the doctors said, that she had lost the will to live.
Pinkie Pie was the third to go.
The last one standing. (Edited Edition)
She was alway awkward around ponies. Not so much around us, but they still made her uncomfortable.
The loss of our three friends had worn down hard on the three that were left.
We all had our different ways of coping with it, and hers was isolation.
She would disapear into the Evergreen forest for whole days, somtimes over night.
The ones of us that were left decided that we couldn't afford to loose another friend. Though we hated to deny her privacy, we thought she was going to take her own life out of despair.
We followed her, not bothering with theaterics about the forest. I think some of us wished for some ancient monster to come and attack us.
Anyway, we folled her to a cystal clear waterfall that none of us had ever seen. She was laying on the bank, her back to us. We could here soft sobbing sounds coming from her delicate body.
We didn't know weather to wake her or not, so we wached for a second. Then she got into the lake that waterfall was flowing into. Thankfully she kept her back to us long enough for us to hide behind various trees.
Her face was streaked with tears, and she had lost her gental glow.
She swam for a moment, peacefully, but sadly.
Then one of us stepped on a branch as we turned to go, but she saw us, and screamed.
We all put of hooves over our mouths as soon as the sound escaped her lips. We herd it echo through the quiet trees, and we all prayed that nothing- no one, had heard it. We didn't dare move for fear of causing more noise. Besides, animals like to chase things, don't they? It sickened me that they viewed us as nothing mre then a bunch of chew toys.
A wolf I guess it must have been, it reminded me of fire. Its fur was red, but seemed to be lined with gold so that whenever it moved it gave the impression of a flame.
It wasn't very large, barely bigger than one of us, but it could easily take one of us.
The same thought seemed to be rushing through her mind.
The wolf stood there and panted at us. We stared back, but with alot less confidence.
Then it pounced at us, we dodged it as best we could, but it took a bite of my foreleg. I still have the scars.
I moaned like a child, helpless on the ground. My vision became blurry, but I could still see her.
She was talking to it.
Neither loked happy. I will never be able to understand what they said to each other, but I have an idea. For the next and last sight I ever saw of her, was that fire beast dragging her away.
We never saw her or that wolf again, no one has.
She died for her firends.
Fluttershy was the fourth to go.
The last one standing. (Edited Edition)
Everyone who saw her go, gained a respect for her. Even if they had never seen her before.
I would like to tell you that I threw myself against to door and begged her not to go, that she might get hurt.
But I didn't. I have so many things to haunt me that it hurts. But this stands out clearly in my mind. I let her go, as did everypony else. We had seen her face worse. What would be different this time?
She had trained and trained for this. Swapping her afternoon naps for hard training sessions. She told us she wanted to make an impression.
I remmeber ever detail about the race. Aside from her, the weather is the thing that stands out most in my memoury. But thunder clouds and lightning didn't scare her. She mocked the storm, edging it on to do it's worst.
None of us ever thought it would.
The race should've been cancled, the weather ponies responsible punished. The latter happened, but not the former.
Celestia knew her, and she herself complained to the court. Who brought out some ancient rule book and looked up some minute law saying that if the mach in question had been schedualed for more that two years and is fully booked, you cannot reschedual it.
The weather ponies said that they had had no idea of the race, and had schedualed the storm for mounths. Celestia shouted along with the rest of us at the court, but the weather ponies got of with only a small sentance.
But anyway, the race wasn't cancled, and she still left all the other peagusi in the dust, she was still the favourite for winning, and every thing still went wrong.
She flew too high. And against the impossible odds.
She was struck to the wing by a lightning bolt.
Her face was one of mild surprise. I guess the pain hadn't sunk in yet. But she fell to the ground and died on impact.
She died doing what she loved.
Rainbow Dash was the first to go.
The last one standing. (Edited Edition)
At this point there were only two of us left, and the elements of harmony were usless.
Equestria had lost its greatest strength, it was throwing the doors open to any ancient villan who cared to take over.
And they did.
Our old friend Discord roes from his stond bindings (again), and doomed us to chaos. But this time we couldn't all unite in unison, Celestia and Luna were our last hopes.
They fought him, the battle went on for nearly a year. We helped when we could, but they grew so weak Equestria plunged into a age of chaos. Thankfully, Discord was weakened too.
There were gaps in the chaous, some ponies who acted normaly, and some animals that weren't unatual colours.
After ten mounths, Equestria was on the edge of distruction. Chaos or otherwise.
But Discourd was nearly gone, as were Celestia and Luna. He had none of his old 'humor' and we wasted no time with riddles. The fact remained that the twin rulers of the nation formaly known as Equestria had fallen. Discord was regaining strength.
She refused to take me with her.
She told me to remember her, to not lose hope when she was gone. Before she left that she cast a spell on herself, it took all the magical power that she had ever had, and ever would have if she had choosen not to do this.
This included that magic that everpony had inside them that kept them alive. She was going to use it all up in one go, one last spell.
She did it. I don't know the details, but Equestria went back to normal, and they found her body in the throne room.
Twilight Sparkle was the fith to go.
My name is Rarity, and I am the last one standing.
