Apples, Parties, Magic, Destiny

This is what Twilight does in each Senario.

Years, decades, centuries pass. Her friends die, her family dies, each one of them taking a small piece of her heart with them. The pain nearly becomes unbearable, and her royal duties almost suffer. But Twilight is nothing if not dedicated to a task given to her by her old mentor. So she buries her heart. Soon, Twilight masters the dissembling necessary for an immortal; her heart became locked away, behind a cool and logical outer shell. Thousands of years flow by like a rspeeding river, time having a different feel for an alicorn as compared to a pony. Finally, time catches up to her, and she recieves a notice from a royal envoy. There is a dying dragon in Ponyville, requesting to see her.

Twilight arrives in Ponyville, a major metropolitan hub by this time.At the center of town, a gigantic tree several hundred feet high stands tall and daunting the entrance to its inner sanctum reading "Elements of Harmony Memorial Library", below it reading "Dedicated by Princess Sparkle." Curled around the tree, a massive form. Purple scales faded, green spikes drooped, eyes nearly white with cataracts. Spike. Dear Spike, gone for those thousands of years. Princess Sparkle arrives whitin the hour of receiving the communique, her wings spread majestically as she lands without a sound. The old dragon picks his head up and smiles. "Hi Twi. Long time..." His voice wheezy and thin, those milky eyes searching the darkness. "Hello, Spike" Princess Sparkle responds, her voice cool and collected. "I arrived as soon as I heard. How long tdo you think you have?" "Not too long...it's funny, I always thought I'd outlast you. We dragons are the longest lived in all of Equestria, except for the alicorns." Spike chuckles, a coughing fit wracking his massive frame and sending weak puffs of smoke from his near-toothless maw. A silence settles over the scene, dragon and alicorn regarding one another, the weight of a question hanging heavy between them.

"Why did you leave, Spike?" Princess Sparkle finally asks. Spike's smile fades. "You could have lived closer. You could have written..." Her voice cracks a bit, her facade of emotionless detachment breakingfor a split second. "There was no place for me here and you know it, Twi...besides, I couldn't watch all of my friends die. Pinkie Pie(or Applejack), Rainbow, Fluttershy..." His jaw quivers a moment before looking away. "Rarity..." Spoken quietly, the shame and guilt of millenia in his heart. "She always thought you'd come back. To see her." Princess Sparkle moved closer, her voice taking on the lecture tone that Spike had come to regard with deep nostalgia. "At first, I thought it was conceit, that she just loved the attention you gave her. But as the years went by and she never stopped talking about you, her Spikey-Wikey..." "Twi, please..." "But she loved you, Spike. We all did. But none like Rarity. She never did find a pony who treaded her quite like you did..." Another scilence descended over the scene. Spike's eyes close, tears beginning to flow. "I would have thought you'd have had the decency to attend her funeral. But what could I have expected from a child. Because that's what you are Spike, a selfish child." The tears are flowing, and not simply from Spike. Tears are coating Princess Sparkle's cheeks and she can't bring herself to notice, too hot is her rage and betrayal, simmering beneath for thousands of years. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE, YOU STUPID LITTLE DRAGON!? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!? WHY DIDN'T YOU COME BACK!? YOU WERE LIKE A SON TO ME AND...and..." Spike raises his weary head to stare at Twilight.

The alicorn is shaking, her eyes closed tight, her wings beating against her sides. "Twi..." Twilight Sparkle dashes to her friend's side, burying her face in his long neck. Her crown slips and falls to the ground, but she pays it no mind. "Oh Spike, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Oh please forgive me..." Her apologies continue unabated for several minutes, the tears flowing, her face pressed against his scaly neck. Her heart open and raw, the pain nearly debilitating in its bone-deep intensity. The pain of thousands of years of loss and death poured out against her oldest friend's neck. Finally, Twilight feels the weight of one of Spike's massive hands descending on her, pulling her in close. Spike doesn't speak, simply curling his long neck around her and laying his head by her side. Twilight's breathing slowly returns to normal as the warm, comforting closeness of her friend, her oldest, dearest friend... her Spike...envelops her. His chest rises and falls. Twilight kisses her friend's cheek. "I love you, Spike...you're my very best friend..." Spike doesn't speak.

Spike can't speak. "...you were...the best assistant...any unicorn could ever want..." His chest rises and falls Rises and falls. "Please..." Rises. "Don't leave me again..." Falls. He remains still.