Eternity's End

        "Rainbow!" I yell, getting out of the bed and running to her immobile body. Blood is gushing from the wound on the side of her head and a pool of the red liquid is starting to form on the wooden floors.

        "Spike, get an ambulance!"

        Spike, still shocked, stumbles out of bed and runs out the front door. I try my best to dress my dearest friends wounds, using fabric from the dresses I brought to Ponyville. But I am not sure I can do well enough to save her.

        A few minutes later, I hear the sirens of the ambulance, hoping desperately that Rainbow Dash will survive. The cloth I used to reduce the bleeding is soaked.

        Spike rushes in with 5 paramedics, and they get to work right away. They remove the dress fabric from the wound on her head, place clean bandages around the wound, and slowly pull out the large piece of glass

        They cover the wound immediately after it is removed completely, but not before I see a gaping hole of flesh and a little bit of her skull. I wince, feeling my bowels start to rise up to my throat. I run to the bathroom and vomit, trying to clear the image from my mind.

        I lay on the bathroom floor, not even trying to will myself to get up. I keep seeing it in my head: her leg bent completely frontwards, the joint nearly popping out of the back of her knee. Her wing, angled upwards at the end, almost like the wing of an airplane, and the other with clumps of feathers missing, replaced by red scabs. And the worst, the large wound on the side of her forehead, almost the diameter of a young filly's hoof.

        I gag, and purge, trying to get the next round of vomiting over with. But it doesn't come. I am forced to sit there, feeling like my stomach was being twisted, as if somepony was reaching into my gut and trying to wring the undigested food from my stomach.

        After what seems like ages, Spike walks into the bathroom and picks me up, starting to carry me to my bed. I don't bother responding. I just let him carry my somewhat lifeless body to my comfortable, dark blue sheets. I notice that it is dark outside. I had been lying there on the cold tiles for hours. I didn't care. Why should I care? I wished I could stay there forever. Not like I had anything better to do. I had the rest of eternity. Why couldn't someone just leave me lying in that bathroom until the entire world is reduced to ashes?

        The next morning, Spike shakes me awake. The expression on his face is solemn, and he is holding a letter in his hand. He hands it to me.

Dearest Spike and Twilight Sparkle,

        We regret to inform you that your patient, Rainbow Dash, has passed away.

        I drop the letter, not even bothering to read any further.

        "Twilight..." Spike says, laying a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

        I expect myself to burst into tears, to start yelling at the top of my lungs, but my eyes stay dry, staring blankly into space, and not a sound escapes from my parched and cracked lips. As if Pinkie's death hadn't been enough. A building anger and rage starts boiling in my blood.

        "Fuck!" I scream, lifting my hoof to bang it on the bed, but I smack Spike right in the face. A spark flys when my hoof connects with his scales, and a magical force sends him flying sideways, hitting the side table.

        "Ack!" he yelps as he tumbles to the ground. Blue sparks rocket through his limbs for a second, then  dissapear.

        "Spike!" I say, running to his side. "I'm so sorry!"

        He starts to pick himself up, but stops midway, staring at my horn.

        "What?" I ask.

        "I thought... I thought I saw..." he continues to stare at my horn, squinting as if trying to see something he couldn't before. But he shakes his head. "Nothing. It was just my imagination." He gets up and sits down on the bed, rubbing his head and scrunching his face slightly in pain.

        "What did you see?" I demand.

        "I saw... like, a dark purple and green... aura type thing. I feel like I've seen it before..."

        My mind flashes back to the Crystal Empire, to Celestia showing me a dark type of magic. A magic controlled by fear and hatred.

        Maybe I was going insane.