Prologue/ No One Mourns the Wicked
She fucked this one up. Badly. Ok so she’s flown into barns, trees and even the library a few times. But this was bad. Like, really bad.
Rainbow Dash, being one to never give up, was singlehandedly trying to control a small tornado that spurred from the Everfree Forest. The weather team couldn’t get to the tornado in time due to Ponyville’s close proximity to the Everfree forest. Rainbow Dash was the closest weather team pony able to control it.
However, the tornado was made not just of wind and debris but also of magic waste given off by the forest itself. Rainbow Dash zoomed into the twisting cloud and into the center where she starts to spin with it in the opposite direction. She was able to attempt to steer the terrible cloud away from the town. However its magic was no match for her as she lost control and the tornado whipped her through the wall of the carousal boutique and crashed into a far wall before the tornado itself disintegrated.
So we’re here now. In the Ponyville Hospital, with Rainbow Dash in a coma.
“Oh dear, will she be ok doctor?” Rarity, the alabaster unicorn asks the doctor pony assigned to Rainbow Dash. After the rainbow-maned pegasus crashed into her place of work and residence Rarity wasted no time in taking her to the hospital.
Twilight Sparkle, the purple unicorn looks worried. She was notified immediately when Rarity could find only a faint pulse within the pegasus. And in turn all of the other friends were notified. So along with the two unicorns and the pegasus in question, there were also the two earth ponies.
Standing next to the bed, her Stetson hat in hoof was the orange worker pony named Applejack. Next to her is the pink normally smiling pony called Pinkie Pie. However she was not smiling and her normally cotton-candy looking hair is flat against her face. Opposite them on the other side of the bed is the last yellow pegasus and the long time friend of Rainbow Dash, the shy Fluttershy.
“We don’t know at this point.” They gray doctor pony sighs. “With comas like this they could last a few days to a few years or worse.” He informs the five. “We can only heal her physical wounds but for now we can only wait.” The five friends look at each other in worry.
“Damn Rainbow always doin’ somethin’ dangerous” Applejack growls under her breath and kicks her hoof against the bed.
“I’ll leave you.” The doctor says and clops out of the room leaving the six to their own devices.
“So we can only wait?” Asks Pinkie Pie in a monotone voice. Twilight Sparkle nods in response.
“Coma’s are tricky things. We can only wait.”
“Rainbow, I’m sorry” Rarity whispers placing her hoof on the bed.
“Did you hear?”
“She’s dead!”
“I heard it this morning! The pink one killed her!”
“The enemy of all of us here in Equestria is dead!”
The ponies in Ponyville, a small town outside of Canterlot in the magical land of Equestria talks amongst themselves. All of the colorful ponies are crowded around the center of town where they are waiting for the co-leader of Equestria to come out and inform them officially of the death of the one pony who has plagued them for years.
Floating down from the top of town hall with wings of a butterfly was the alabaster unicorn with a beautiful purple mane flowing and curling around her shoulders. She wears a beautiful gown she made herself, as she is truly the embodiment of good and all that is right with Equestria. She is Lady Rarity.
“Citizens of Equestria! The Wicked Pony of the West is officially dead.” She informs the awaiting ponies who then stomp their hooves on the ground in excitement. Her expression does not falter in the slightest as the ponies erupt in joy. “Yes, isn’t it nice to know that good will conquer evil?” She asks rhetorically.
“No one mourns the wicked!” Yells a mare.
“No one will dare lay a lily on their grave!” Yells a stallion in return, thus the crowd erupts in slanders against the pony recently dead.
“But!” Yells Lady Rarity above the voices of the ponies in the crowd, calming them down a bit. “Goodness knows the wicked’s lives are lonely, and it also knows the wicked die alone. When one is wicked they are left only on their own.” Again, no one notices the waver in her voice but instead they continue to yell their smears. Lady Rarity has had enough of this and raises a hoof in protest and the ponies quiet down.
“Are ponies born wicked or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?” Lady Rarity asks no one in particular. “She was just like you or me. In fact she had a mother and a father…”
“I’m sorry I have to leave so soon but the weather team needs me.” Says the deep purple stallion with the black mane.
“It’s ok honey, it’s only one night” responds the yellow mare with the purple mane. She sits on the couch in their Cloudsdale home as he hurriedly gets out of the door. He kisses her. “I’ll be back as soon as I can…” He smiles and leaves.
Not but two hours later a knock was heard on the door. The mare smiles brightly and gets up and opens the door. There stands a tall dark figure with a huge hat and overcoat. He stands on two legs.
“Is he gone?” The suitor asks.
“Yes, he left awhile ago. We’re alone. Do you have it?” The mare asks,
“Of course” He pulls out a vial of multicolored liquid that swirled beautifully. “I’ve only got one more night here in Cloudsdale before I’m on my way.” The mare reaches for the vial. He pulls it away. “Not yet…” She smiles and pulls her close, kissing her.
9 months later.
“Push babe push!” The stallion holds his wife’s hoof.
“Damn you Thunder Crash!” She screams as the midwife pony, a crimson mare, wipes sweat off of her brow.
“Honey I can see her! She’s coming!” smiles her husband. The midwife helps aid in the birth of the couple’s first child.
“Here she comes!” the midwife smiles. With a final push the mother mare pushes her foal out.
“She’s beautiful…” Thunder Crash smiles at first but that smile fades as he sees his daughter closer.
“Her mane…”the midwife gasps, nearly fainting.
“What’s wrong?” The mother mare gasps.
“It’s a rainbow!” Thunder Crash passes out.
“You see, no pony in all of Equestria has ever heard of a rainbow colored mane. No pony ever knew about a mane being more than three colors. It couldn’t have been easy.” Explains Lady Rarity.
“She was wicked!” yells a mare. Lady Rarity sighs. There was just no getting through to these ponies.
“No one mourns the wicked!” Screams a group of ponies.
Author's Note
Well, this is going to be interesting.
Rated for sex and language.
There will be various parings involved.
