Some ponies thought of crickets as nothing more than simple insects; beings that exist for the sole purpose of existing. Pinkie looked at them in a different light. To her, their quaint cantatas provided the perfect score for the Sun’s effulgent entrance. Their tranquil, yet chaotic symphonies were ringing out across the landscape with a more enlightened flair than their typical, groggy, monotonus droning. Every note seemed to hit the perfect resonance for such a twilight; minor chords for a bittersweet ballad. The sweet smell of dew nipped at her hooves and snuck its way into her nose, delicately massaging her olfactory nerves with their loving, aromatic touch. She was glad that there was such an excess of dew. The moisture would make Rainbow’s entrance a more ostentatious display than ever before. She could see the first wisps of Celestia’s nurturing rays peaking over the distant mountains and their incandescent, passionate glow made her heart pound ardently.
As was the case year after year, she had planted herself at the fork in the path: Directly on the point where the road to Ponyville splits. She faced down the path that would take a mobile pony to Canterlot, but she did not take a step past the invisible barrier she had concocted within her mind. Since she had first started to come here, on this day, waiting for Rainbow’s return, she had always planted herself five paces away from the signpost that read, “To Canterlot”. To some, it was a superstition, but to Pinkie it was a tradition: She would sit in the same spot every year, and every year Rainbow would come soaring down the path at the break of dawn. The pink mare was sure that if she took even a step forward, the outcome would stay the same, but it was more fun to hold on to the belief that even a single step would change everything.
A gentle breeze was blowing through the spring air and playfully kicking up a consistent cloud of dust. The farther the Sun rose above the mountains’ grasp, the clearer the dust became. If Pinkie squinted, she could make out individual specks of dust; tiny molecules that seemed so insignificant, and yet such a vital part of the whole atmosphere of the morning. If even one, minuscule dot of disheveled sediment was missing, then the entire aesthetic quality could be changed dramatically. Pinkie liked this idea: Everything had its purpose and, if even one part disappeared, the entire fabric would be fractured.
A quiet cough erupted behind her; far enough away for it to echo off the surrounding hillside in an eerie cadenza. Turning her head, she was just barely able to make out the bobbing form of a unicorn through loose strands of pink mane. As the unicorn grew closer, Pinkie’s smile grew: Twilight had always been one of her best friends and her company was always a sight for sore eyes. Twilight, like Pinkie, would always sit at the road to Canterlot on this particular morning to greet Rainbow upon her arrival. While the purple mare never shared the earth pony’s enthusiasm about the event, she was always there, sitting at the pink mare's side through good times and bad times. As the distance between them decreased, the pink earth pony could make out a bouquet of flowers, delicately held by the purple unicorn’s telekinetic grip. They shared a brief smile before Twilight lightly plopped down on the ground, parallel to the pink mare. A heavy plume of dust flew into the air, triggering another coughing fit from the unicorn.
Pinkie giggled at Twilight’s misfortunes, and the unicorn attempted to laugh along, but all that came out were raspy wheezes and tremulous coughs. After a couple of deep inhales, Twilight was able to catch her breath and the two mares were able to giggle together once more. Pinkie loved to laugh and it was moments of unadulterated glee like these that made her love her Element. The Sun was hanging halfway over the mountains and Pinkie could feel the moment she had been waiting for approaching like a stampede: She was practically bouncing in anticipation. Twilight remained stoic, a far more pensive smile emblazoned on her lips.
Every year the crescendo occurred sooner than the previous year - it was like the orchestra of time’s lungs were growing progressively weaker. It was obvious to Pinkie that, one day, the music was going to die out, and all the excitement and youthful exuberance would fade away into a static backdrop of melancholic white noise, but for now, she couldn't care less. Her heart was in her throat, as she looked down the road, awaiting the appearance of the source of her existence. The source of her happiness.
The source of her smile.
The rainbow bloomed with no sound and no fury. It spread from mountain peak to mountain peak, stretching itself over the sky. Nature rang out in a beautifully vibrant symphony: Birds provided the soaring melody, while Pinkie’s heart provided the throbbing bass. Twilight let out a harmonious, sad sigh as she stared at the rainbow, analyzing every bend and every tone. A rainbow such as this one shouldn’t be able to appear during this season. It shouldn’t be able to reach such a size, and it most certainly shouldn’t be able to shine with such a luminosity. However, after observing the look of childlike bliss on Pinkie’s face, Twilight chose to let science slide for once. Sure, a logical explanation could be easily found, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment for Pinkie.
Sighing, the unicorn lifted herself off of the path and placed a single hoof on the pink mare’s shoulder. Blue eyes met purple, and for a brief second, Twilight could have sworn she saw a brief hint of somberness flash through Pinkie’s irises. The earth pony slowly nodded, answering the question that neither felt the need to ask after all these years. A few strands of straight pink mane fell into the mare’s face as she nodded, but she quickly blew them away. Those straightened tendrils, those misty eyes, were for another time; this was a time for smiling, no matter how pained that smile may be.
Pinkie turned and walked away from the rainbow- away from the path and its unknown destination. Before following the earth pony, Twilight laid the bouquet against the signpost, and gave the rainbow one last look. Yet another wavering smile formed on her lips as she watched the spectral phenomena pierce the heavens. Rays of transcendental light seemed to emit from deep within the rainbow itself, and their chromatic beams bathed the world in a joyful aura. Her eyes drifted towards the signpost, and the two signs that resided upon it. She meticulously read and reread the sign that ran parallel to the road; every curve of every letter punching her in the gut as she traced the forlorn words that spelled out a reality she had long ago accepted, but still vehemently despised.
“Rainbow Dash Memorial Pathway.”
Oh, curse you Razed! I didn't want to feel sad today.
But I saw one quick typo in this:
dew nipped at her hooves, and snuck it’s way into her nose;
Just fix that part and it's perfect.
Mmmhmmm.
Its always gotta be stories like this. Always gotta kill off
a character that we all cant afford to miss
*sigh* i don't have time for this! i got stuff to do, why am i reading something so vilely sad?!
You made my heart twist, but my tears are reserved for stories that pull at a special place.
What is said place you might be wondering? Well that is a personal matter and i shall have no intent on sharing it with anypony!
Cheers
~iraqlobstah
...Celestia damn it...
Friends forever...
...
Friends together...
i won't cry, i won't cry, i won't cry...oh buck it all
confound these ponies, they drive me to read such sad stories!
great descriptions of the environment, good story . Now to read a comedy to make up for the emptiness
AWWW MY HEART!!!
Very well done, wonderful environment and imagery and a spectacular vocabulary
Nice title, it fits so sadly with the story
I loved it.
your killing me bro
dammit there went my happiness for the moment.
p.s. why is every sad fic that I find has RD dead or dying?
Wow! Thanks everybody for helping to get this fic into "featured" status. Thank you, sincerely.
-RazedRainbow
Congrats on featured.
Great story I love all your description and imagery
Cried too hard. Dropped my stars. Take them if you want.
*goes to find some comedy*
That was artfully done. I did not expect that, and nearly shed a tear. I was also listening to the song My Dream Mare Movement at the time, and it hit the climax when I read what was on the sign, so that might have helped a little. I need to find something happy now.
great FIC man.
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'Twas an honor to be your friend. We'll never forget your Loyalty. *salute*
Well done, Razed. Well done.
This was beautifully written. The sadness was perfect, and the imagery was amazing. Great work.
-sniff-
Poor Rainbow.
ugh! god why did i read this! why is it so sad when someone, especially rainbow dash dies/is dead in these things!
5/5 for being so touching....
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That rainbow one day made me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make my family dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But then one day she went and left us
I cried and cried at life's injustice
I looked up and saw her image
a chromatic ghostly visage
I still remember how I sighed
to see her vision in the sky
But something touched me deep inside
The day loyalty died
185753
Nice poem about the story.
Also, this story was written very well. The descriptions were perfect and the wording was used eloquently. These types of stories are always one that catches my eye. This one was a special case for that. I saw a few others and then this one, first click this story.
once more unto the fray.....
into the last great fight i'll ever wage....
to live and die on this day....
to live and die on this day....
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we stand before tragedy and it before us when the last great soul passes we will all be empty and we will be in a living death.
come forth my friends we must stand together for today is our day to stand up for what is right and fight for your friends and fight for loyalty.
the day loyalty dies is when the rainbows stop shining and we are here to be the end of hate and suffering we will die as friends.
to those who cry and to those who scream we are never alone show what you are able to do join your friends you must not ever forget that friends never die they are always with you and they will wait for you when there time comes we all travel and on the road called life when it comes our time our friends are there with us to guide us to our rest.
R.I.P. to all our friends out there who are no longer with us in body but remain in spirit.
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they are the good ones that are lost and the ones that are found we stand til the end
til all are one til all are one. :optimus prime leader of the autobots.
Damnit you guys your comments have made me read this, I must know what happened.
GOD DAMNIT!!! IT DIDENT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!!!!!!
sometimes less is more 185868 Rainbow is a brave pony, any number of things could have happened.
185805 Thank Don McLean, this is a shameless adaptation. *walks off humming Equestrian pie*
@Steel Resolve I guess your right. I just wanted to know what happend but what am I to do. Oh this was a great story by the way, well wrighten. I apologise for terrible spelling it was never my strong point.
@Steel Resolve I guess your right. I just wanted to know what happend but what am I to do. Oh this was a great story by the way, well wrighten. I apologise for terrible spelling it was never my strong point.
whoops. I have got to stop useing emoticons, They make me sound imature.
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Geez... You really hit the spot
I didn't want to start my morning like this!
5 stars...
It's 6 in the morning, and what is this?
Anyway, i cried.
185753
Oh god! That made me cry harder than the story!
185753
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You, sir... In my mind, I'm giving you the world's most powerful brohoof ever.
185753 wow, 2 things made me cry on this one page....
185753 you win
186347 back at you, inspiration is a wonderful thing
Damn, bro, damn... Really good story! I don't have much else to say, but I think that is just the best part!
good prose, it's like a breath of fresh air. don't like your use of "cilia" though. Pinkie's not a bacteria cell.
185881
so bye, bye pinkie pie,
my heart's too heavy, my tears will not dry.
i would give anything just to see her fly,
if i stay much longer i think i'll cry
if i stay too long i might die.
185753 A nice poem for a nice story - somber though both may be. Know that in your presence, Rainbow, manly tears were shed; know that you will not be forgotten - and thus, will never truly die.
A memory of yore hangs in the sky;
The sky in which, to this day, she does fly
Fly like no other before,
Like no other pony could ever soar,
Even as she is, a memory of yore.
Hmm, I'm trying to comment, but I've got this strange pain in my chest.
Well written, emotionally charged, and of course, props for picking the pony that will tug the most heartsrings of the readers. Five stars.
a person i knew very well had passed on recently and i did not crie. i had to be strong for my friends but thanks to this i want to crie for every part of my life were i should of cried. thanks
Amazing story, with amazing vocabulary. I love sad fics.
However, the end was quite predictable.
That's so depressing.
What can I say, detailed on the script. Cannot say it's bad,very detailed and I trust you with vocabulary. Everything makes sense, friend.
Alright, everybody. I'm working on the "sequel" to this story at the moment. It'll be a bit longer, and will be published as a second chapter to this fic.
*Fic by RazedRainbow*
*Sadfic, so I check comments*
*Another fic dealing with Dashie's death*
NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE
Don't take that the wrong way; you are, from what I have seen, a great writer. Its just that I don't want to spend another 20-40 minutes weeping at a story of this type. I mean, Turn the Season had me crying for at least four chapters...
Incidentally, is this linked in with said story?
Anyway, will give this a miss for now, but I'll track it to read once I've built some emotional walls up.
(GODDAMN TYPING WITH AN IPOD TOUCH IS FREAKING HARD AND IOS5 FREAKING SUCKS GRRAGH!!!)
185753 And I was singin...
It took me until the second to last line for me to finally get it. I then reread it aloud to the tune.
Bye Bye Ms. Equestrian Pie
I drove my carriage to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old colts
Were drinking whisky and rye
Singin, "this'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die"
Thank you for giving me a reason to look up this great song again.
188014
Ha Ha, one of these days I'm going to trick you by writing a sad fic where everybody's dead except Dash
Also, nope, this is totally seperate from Turn the Season.
And, if it makes you feel better, this is the look I always get on my face whenever I realize that I've written yet another story where I've done a horrible thing to poor Rainbow
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"I'm...Such a terrible fan...."