Into the storm
Beyond Boundaries
The citizens of Ponyville were making preparations for an upcoming storm, tearing down loose branches and clearing the streets of potential debris. The need to prepare got everyone galloping, including those living just outside town.
While the sun’s rays remained unopposed, Applejack and her brother Big Macintosh hurried to batten down Sweet Apple Acres. Having tidied up the apple trees and putting away farm equipment, their storm preparation focus turned to the barn. However, there was one individual who didn't share their concerns.
"Not now, Winona, I'm busy!" said Applejack to the excited bundle of white and brown fur that threatened to trip her up. "Can't ya see we don't have time to play?"
Winona would have none of Applejack's seriousness, continuing instead to romp amidst the legs of her master. Whenever her masters are moving about she gets extra energetic, and what's a proper farm dog without excess energy? Applejack didn't seem to agree at the moment, making an exasperated sigh. "Any idea what's gotten into her, Big Macintosh?"
In the middle of bracing a supporting beam against the side of the barn, Big Mac simply replied, "Nope." Winona kept barking for her blonde-maned master's attention, who made an exasperated groan.
"Go on, shoo!" Applejack kicked lightly to ward off the dog. "Go see what Apple Bloom is doin' or something. I'll play with ya later."
The mentioning of the younger master made Winona perk up her ears, and with a kick of her legs she sprinted off to the open fields of the farm, forgetting the older masters and their busy work. It had been a while since she got to do some extensive playing, and on a sunny day like this, she thought, what could be more important? Veering toward the apple groves, Winona picked up distant chatter and sped up with ears raised. No doubt something more interesting was happening, and she was intent on finding exactly what it was.
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It had headed further into the forest, she was sure of it. With that in mind, Winona scrambled up the leaf-littered slope as quickly as her paws would allow. There was plenty of ground to cover and no time to waste.
The trees grew thicker, their interlocking branches blocking out the sunlight. She noticed that they became more gnarled the further she ran, but only as a fleeting thought. There wasn’t time for doubt, concern, or fear, only the determination needed to find her target. Acres of spooky trees weren’t going to faze her.
One thing did catch her attention, though. Blurred movements constantly appeared on the fringe of her sight, and they became larger over time. And louder.
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Winona halted by a small thicket that stood between her and the source of the chatter. Poking her head through the shrubbery she saw Apple Bloom and her friends before the tree of their clubhouse. In the past, the three of them together often meant mischief wasn’t too far behind, and seeing them made Winona keen with anticipation. She stood silently, catching her breath while watching their meeting unfold.
“What’s the deal anyway, Apple Bloom? You make it sound really urgent,” said Scootaloo.
“That’s cause it is urgent,” replied Apple Bloom. “I just thought of a surefire way to get our cutie marks!”
“Really? That’s awesome!” said Scootaloo. “What’s it gonna be?”
“I figure we try our hooves at truffle hunting!”
The two fillies looked at Apple Bloom with eyebrows furrowed.
Sweetie Belle tilted her head. “Uh, what’s truffle hunting?”
“Yeah. Also, what’s a truffle?” asked Scootaloo. “Is that some kind of dress?”
Apple Bloom snickered. “No, Scoot, they’re s’posed to be some kind of special mushroom.”
“A mushroom?” asked Sweetie Belle, eyeing Apple Bloom oddly.
Apple Bloom gave a nod, then replied, “I overheard Applejack talkin’ ‘bout crops the other day in town, and the pony she was talking to mentioned truffles. They’re s’posed to be a delicacy, and also very hard to find.”
“How are mushrooms a delicacy? Blegh!” Scootaloo stuck her tongue out. “Grown-ups have such weird tastes.”
“I agree,” said Sweetie Belle. “Rarity told me about caviar once, and it didn’t sound tasty at all.”
“Whether truffles are good or not ain’t what’s important here,” resumed Apple Bloom. “What is important is that they’re rare. Y’see, truffles grow underground, and that only special ponies can find ‘em. She also mentioned some special techniques were needed, though I can’t remember what they were.”
“Really? You need techniques to find mushrooms?” asked Scootaloo.
“Pay attention, Scootaloo!” said Apple Bloom, stamping down a hoof. “Don’t ya get it? They’re hard to find, and that only special ponies can find them.”
“So you’re saying—?”
“Yes, Sweetie Belle!” cried Apple Bloom with an excited hop. “Today we’re goin’ to go hunt us some truffles and earn our cutie marks! Not only that, but they’ll be extra-special cutie marks!”
“Huh, you might be onto something,” said Scootaloo as she rubbed her chin. “So where do we start looking for these truffles, since they’re all rare and stuff?”
“Lucky for us, they’re supposed to be some out in the Everfree Forest!”
Sweetie Belle gulped. “Everfree Forest?”
“Yup,” Apple Bloom nodded. “That one pony said they grow underneath wild oak trees. Dunno why they can’t just grow around regular oak trees, but then they’d probably not be so special.”
“So we just find some oak trees in the woods and dig ‘em up?” Scootaloo grinned. “Talk about easy cutie marks!”
“Uh, so we’re going out there, into the Everfree Forest, right now?” Sweetie Belle looked around. “You know, there’s supposed to be a storm later today.”
“Well we ain’t going right now, Sweetie Belle. We gotta get supplies first,” replied Apple Bloom. “It’s the Everfree Forest after all, and don’t ya worry. We’ll get them truffles and our cutie marks and be back home way before supper, and certainly well before that silly storm!”
“Yeah, it’ll be easy,” said Scootaloo as she nudged Sweetie Belle.
“Well… okay. It doesn’t sound as extreme as the other things we’ve been trying.”
“Now that’s more like it!”
The fillies reared and smacked hooves, exclaiming, “Cutie Mark Crusaders Truffle Hunters!” From her spot in the bushes, Winona silently shook her head as the three ran into their clubhouse. It was clear they were up to no good, only this time she caught wind of it early. Having got her excess energy out during the run, she decided that she would follow the fillies and keep an eye on them. Surely no harm could come from tagging along, if only from a distance.
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They were fast, whatever they were. Every time Winona shot a glance around her, the creatures darted from sight like fleeting shadows. Whether her pursuers were real or not wasn’t of importance. Getting away from them was.
As she bounded over the top of the slope onto level ground, a screech grabbed her attention to her left. One of the creatures had launched at her, claws poised to kill.
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After some time, the trio of fillies left their clubhouse wearing matching capes and packs, bouncing together toward Everfree. Winona had been told many times when she was a pup to never wander into the forest, and she had heard those same warnings repeated to Apple Bloom. As such, she became extra wary as they got closer to the foreboding treeline. She maintained a comfortable distance to avoid being spotted. Though she was serious about keeping an eye on them, stalking something always got her blood flowing, even if it were just three little fillies.
Clouds started appearing from the direction of the forest when Scootaloo spoke up. “Where are we gonna find some oak trees, Apple Bloom?”
Apple Bloom put a hoof to her chin. “Hmm. I reckon they’d be a ways in. I think I saw some the last time I came through here.”
“You think? Meaning you’re not entirely positive?” asked Sweetie Belle.
“I’m one-hundred-percent positive, Sweetie Belle,” replied Apple Bloom, raising her chin. “Would we be goin’ if this weren’t a sure thing?”
“Still, it’s the Everfree Forest and all.” At that moment Scootaloo sided with her to lay down a noogie to some protest.
“Don’t be such a chicken, Sweetie Belle. It’s only mushrooms we’re gonna be dealing with.”
“Stop that, Scootaloo!”
The friends broke into giggles as they kept walking, eventually making it to the forest’s border. Winona stopped a moment to look up at the sky, sensing a shift in air pressure. The clouds that appeared earlier had grown thicker and grayer. A momentary chill ran up her spine, but she shook it off and headed after the girls into Everfree.
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They came at her relentlessly from all sides. After narrowly avoiding the claws of her first attacker, Winona saw another creature charging at her right, and heard another coming from the rear. These things were done stalking her. They were going for the kill.
She ran headlong into the thick of the gnarled forest, never slowing her pace. As the beasts leapt and clawed at her, she bobbed and weaved to avoid both them and the twisted trees she ran past. The sky overhead had grown ever darker, further blotted by the thickening canopy of empty branches. Despite her keen sight, she was practically running blind through the darkening scenery.
The ground started sloping downwards again when something hit her right side. The wind knocked from her lungs, she fell over and rolled downward. The creature that slammed into her couldn’t get hold of her, but now she was tumbling helplessly down the hill, deeper into darkness.
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Thunder rumbled overhead, yet the fillies continued their truffle search. Winona grew concerned, and inevitably concluded that they had had their fun for long enough. It was time to make herself known and bring them back home like wayward sheep, a skill she was rather proud of. But as she was about to make her move, Sweetie Belle started talking. “I still don’t see any oak trees. Are we lost?”
“Keep it together, Sweetie Belle!” yelled Scootaloo. Turning to the other filly she said, “Apple Bloom, it’s been, like, fifteen minutes. Where are the trees?”
“They’re here somewhere I just know it. We’ve already passed birch, elm, ash, pine, and a whole lot of others. It’s bound to show up real soon!”
“Now I’m starting to think there won’t be truffles even if we do find some oak,” Scootaloo sighed with a roll of her eyes. Her gaze widened abruptly as Apple Bloom suddenly galloped past her, leaving the two behind.
“We can’t give up now, not when we’re this close!”
“I don’t even think we’re anywhere near close!” yelled Scootaloo after her.
The two remaining fillies broke into a gallop to catch up with their friend. Yet another round of silly recklessness. One that would undoubtedly get them dirty, and maybe get an assortment of things caught in their—
“Aaaaaiiieeee!”
The scream immediately snapped Winona back to reality, and wasting no time, she broke from the underbrush and made for scream’s source. She halted at the start of a downward slope after some yards, and looking down she saw a terrible sight. A ways below there stretched out a sizable ravine, wide and deep like a gaping maw. The unicorn and pegasus fillies were down at the ravine’s edge reaching out to something. To Winona’s horror, that something was Apple Bloom, hanging over the abyss.
“Grab my hoof! Grab it!” cried Scootaloo, desperately holding out a limb.
“I-I’m slippin’, y’all! I can’t keep my grip!”
“Just hold on!” yelled Sweetie Belle, more desperate-sounding than her imperiled friend.
Winona re-entered her run as she took to the slope, determined to get the filly out of danger. But halfway down she saw them: the raised hoof, the wind-blown mane, and the wide-eyed look of horror. Apple Bloom had lost her grip.
Winona leapt into the air, willing herself to cover the remaining distance as fast as possible. She had the filly in her sights and nothing else. Even as the ground gave way to open air, all she could think about was protecting young Apple Bloom. As the two other fillies looked on helplessly, both dog and pony fell into the ravine.
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Winona awoke feeling cold. She must have lost consciousness during the tumble, though she had no inkling of how much time had passed. Blinking her eyes, she lifted her head and looked around. Bare, sickly trees surrounded her, along with a deathly silence and black haze that hung amidst the branches like fog. She noted the heaviness of the still air before standing up and moving on. There was no sound as she walked, not even that of her breath. Nothing could be seen, could be smelled. It was only her.
Suddenly, a flicker of light appeared in the distance, followed by another some distance ahead, and then in every direction. All around, there were ethereal orbs of light, each one a different shade of pale color, hovering lazily deeper into the valley. While their movements seemed erratic, they all tended to move in the same general direction. From them she detected whiffs of raw emotion that made her shiver: confusion, fear, despair. She felt compelled to follow them, however, and pressed on.
The dim glow of the orbs soothed her with a strange yet sad comfort. After a time, some of the orbs would break away and drift off in another direction, bringing a melancholic light to the endless dark of the outlying valley. They sought comfort; she could sense that. But as much as she wanted to provide it, she couldn’t afford to lose the track, and continued forward with an added weight of remorse.
The number of orbs floating around her grew steadily, and deep down she finally sensed it. More pronounced than the lights that bobbed around her, and something that caused the air to grow heavier on her. The ground at her paws darkened. A trick of the eyes maybe, except the newborn shadow grew thicker and flowed ahead of her, seething with an unearthly presence. It rose up, taking on shape, towering before her.
“Why are you here?”
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Winona’s ears rang with an incessant buzzing and the tastes of earth and rust covered her tongue. She felt nothing, save for her eyelids. Opening them, the world before her appeared slanted, blurry, and constantly shifting. Slowly, everything came into focus, and across from her was a small mound of yellow and red, lying perfectly still. There was a low rumble from the clouds overhead. She slipped back into unconsciousness as she felt the air grow heavy.
The next time she opened her eyes, there were voices, garbled by distance and shock. Something orange came down the side of the ravine and leapt to the prone filly’s side.
“Oh no, Apple Bloom! Winona!”
Master… master had come. She looked to be at a loss, scared. The distant voices continued.
“Y’all stay put up there! Neither of you come down, y’hear?”
Master had come to save them. Because Winona had failed to protect Apple Bloom, or even herself.
“Hang in there, sugarcube! Just hang in there!”
The two of them were lying at the bottom of a ravine, battered and crippled. All because she hadn’t stopped the filly sooner. The thought of failure lingered as her mind drifted again.
Her master hadn’t left when she opened her eyes once more. Her face was tense and haggard, and Apple Bloom remained still. A beating of wings, and a cyan pegasus entered the bleary picture.
“I came as soon as I got the word. Oh gosh, she looks bad. Winona too.”
“Don’t talk like that, Rainbow! Jes’ help me get them outta here.”
“Twilight and the others should be here soon.”
As they talked, she saw it. In an unoccupied space next to Apple Bloom, a specter appeared out of nowhere, cloaked in darkness. The two mares seemed unaware of its presence, but Winona could see it. She could even smell the overpoweringly ominous stench it gave off. She watched as it extended a tendril over the filly and, right before the mares, pulled something from her. Something small, emitting a fragile aura. The creature withdrew its tendril and its prize back into itself, then disappeared like a passing mirage.
The thunder grew louder. The mares had begun moving the filly, none the wiser as to what had happened. Something had to be done. That thought stuck with Winona as she drifted away. They didn’t know, but she did. Something had to be done.
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Winona stiffened. The specter she had sought stood before her, tall as the trees around them and made of infinite darkness. Most intimidating though was the fact that it had spoken to her, despite having no discernible mouth.
“One such as you doesn’t belong here. You retain form, hold life. I ask again: why are you here?”
The specter’s voice was even, melancholic. The kind of voice that could lull one to sleep, but Winona stared at the being more intently to avoid that. This wasn’t the time to lose her focus.
“…I see. You are seeking this.”
A part of the specter separated from its side like an arm, and where its palm would be there rose a familiar light of mixed yellow and red. Winona eased her stance upon seeing the orb. So similar to the others she’d seen, but there was no mistaking it: it held her scent.
“Interesting, but also unsurprising. It’s in your kind’s nature to seek one’s master, but to take it this far could be viewed as extraordinary, if ultimately pointless.”
The specter’s words irked Winona, and she growled deeply, baring her teeth.
“You hold an uncanny intelligence despite your primitive build. That said, you have undoubtedly realized what this land is, as well as the meaning of our actions. You should also have come to the realization that such actions cannot, and shall not, be undone.”
The orb of light sunk back into the darkness of the specter’s arm, causing Winona to whine softly, only to be followed up with a low snarl.
“All living things follow their course, and in time, must release their essence. Some far sooner than others, and some more painfully. You were spared your end today, though barely. The other one met her end, and had to be collected. Such is our task, and we make no exceptions.”
Her snarl grew louder.
“It goes without saying that what you want is impossible. Were I to relinquish this soul, it would become lost like the ones that inhabit this realm, and they are the fortunate ones. The beasts you encountered devour those that stray too far, who in vain try to return to their former states, only to be met with oblivion. Through us, this soul shall be able to move on to the next stage of the grand cycle. But you cannot grant such salvation, such certainty. Were I to give it to you, it would have little hope for a continued purpose. In all likelihood, it will simply drift away.”
She couldn’t stand it any longer. Sprinting forward, Winona made for the specter, and jumping she opened her mouth for a devastating bite. Something hard and scathing grabbed her neck, stopping her in midair before throwing her into a distant tree. Spots filled her vision as she fell to the ground, coughing harshly from the impact. She laid on her side and looked at the creature, which appeared to be turning away from her.
“Leave this realm. Return to your home and live out the extension you have been granted this day. There is nothing for you here.”
The tone of finality in its last words struck something in Winona. For a moment her vision blurred, and she found herself drifting away to another time.
Winona remembered the day she first met her. She was barely an adolescent when her master talked of a new arrival in the household: a lively filly foal by the name of Apple Bloom. She recalled that the little one took an immediate liking to her. “Watch her and protect her” was what she was told to do. She did more than that though.
In the years to follow, they experienced much. While the master tended to the harvest, Winona looked after the filly and they would play together. She remembered the trouble they often got into, and even the troubles she found herself pulling Apple Bloom out of. The messes they made, the scoldings they received, the treats and accidents they shared, all things for better or worse. On days of celebration, and on lonely nights when the master was away, they were together. The two of them getting baths, looking over one another in times of sickness, and the laughter they shared. The happiness of those memories gave her warmth every time she thought of them, and in that singular moment it was all there, all at once.
Such an innocent filly, one so full of life and vigor, was something worth protecting, worth defending, worth risking life and limb. Winona realized this in the years she spent growing up with her. Whatever she felt for the filly, it was more than simple loyalty. Something that this “collector” clearly didn’t know. And Winona was going to show it.
She slowly got back onto her paws, strength steadily returning to her limbs. By the time she was standing again, her whole body was fully refreshed and her mind cleared. With the specter’s back to her, she immediately bolted. The dash caught the specter’s attention, and by the time it turned around the dog was already airborne, jaws open.
A tendril swung around to stop her, but the specter had reacted too late. The farm dog hit the specter’s center and tore into the inkiness that composed it. Winona’s senses became smothered by the dark, but she kept biting fiercely, until her muzzle latched onto a sudden radiance. With a strong tug, she pulled back and freed herself from the creature’s innards. Her paws back on the ground, she shook her head of the ooze that had clung to her, her senses accosted by smells of death, the groans of dismay, and the sight of the glowing prize held in her mouth.
A violent tremor cut Winona’s triumphant moment short. The lights that were nearby began bobbing wildly, as trees in the distance began uprooting and disintegrating. Following in the wake of the disappearing trees came an approaching brightness in the shape of a devastating wave.
“You meddlesome animal. To forcefully take a soul upsets the balance. All must be purged to set everything back in order. You have condemned yourselves to destruction.”
Winona didn’t stick around, turning around to high-tail it outta there. Her prize clenched firmly in her teeth, she ran as fast as she could from the approaching destruction. No monsters leapt out to face her, but the sounds of the realm undoing itself grew louder and louder to the point of deafening her. The cleansing light was closing in, but Winona spotted a different kind of light ahead of her. Lowering her head, she charged straight at it. She kept running even as the opposing lights collided, enveloping everything in an all-consuming white flare.
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The storm from Everfree came as predicted. It didn’t take long for thick clouds to replace the sunny afternoon with considerable rainfall. The residents of Ponyville had long since retreated into their cozy abodes to wait out the storm with friends and loved ones. However, if one were to look out into the thick downpour, they might have caught a glimpse of a lone splotch of brown and white, gliding slowly through the dreariness with what may have appeared to be a slumbering filly.
Winona walked steadily through the mud with purpose. The rain didn’t bother her whatsoever, as it paled to her considerable fatigue. Even so, she continued forward, mindful not to jostle the little one she was carrying too much.
The veil of rain and her exhaustion made the distance seem unending, but she was fine with that. They were familiar surroundings, so she could take her time. But not too slowly; there was still the one task to do.
By the time she made it to the gates of Sweet Apple Acres, the rain had stopped. As she made her way up the road to the homestead, the clouds began to recede, returning the sky to its earlier azure splendor. The first breaks of sunlight beamed through around the time she made it to the front door. It was unlocked, and she didn’t hesitate to nudge it open.
The living room was filled with many familiar ponies. Close family friends, especially the five closest friends of the master. All of them looked haggard with worry. Some were even crying. None of them paid mind as Winona made her way upstairs.
On the second landing she saw the other two masters of the house sitting in the hallway in the comfort of each other’s hooves. They too paid her no mind as she walked past them and into Apple Bloom’s room. Upon entering, her gaze turned to the little bed at the other end of the room where her master slept on its edge. Winona approached the bed and hopped onto it, and went up to the filly that lay under the covers. Gently, she lowered the orb down onto the filly, whereupon it was readily absorbed. Immediately her body emitted warmth as her cheeks began to blush with life, her mane and tail regaining their original bright tone.
Wagging her tail weakly over a job well done, Winona hopped off the bed and moved to the back corner of the room. There she took a moment to look over the little bundle wrapped in bandages on the tiny comforter. She had to admit she was definitely in pretty bad shape. Winona didn’t think further on it, instead pacing around in a circle before lying down and curling up. She took a moment to look up at her two masters and felt herself at ease, all fatigue and worry dissolving instantly.
The warm air played over her, the light shining across her face.
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This is one of the few fanfics that actually brought me to tears. Well done, very well done.
This is a very well-written story, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Though I did skim over some of the darker parts (soley because of my intolerance for anything even remotely dark, not because of the quality of the story), this is still one of my favorite stories so far. Thank you very much for making this.
this needs more views
the feels the feels they hurt plz make it stop
i dare anyone to read this and not cry be the end
Digipony said this first, but I have a certain thing against stories written for the express purpose of making you sad. I don't really want to start this review off with negativity, it was a good story after all. You provided wonderful detailing and portrayed your characters well. I probably like this story most because it's reminescent of The Art Of Racing In The Rain, a book which I found to be delightful. You parallel the nature of the friendly beast and the master who needs them. It's rare I stumble across a fic done in this style, and far more rare that I find one done this well. You've done a great job, and I'd like to know if you're doing any more writings.
One thing I would especially like to see done in this style is OC characters, that may not be your style but it would be something for you to try out. I think you'd be good at it.
Overall, I'd give this an 8.3/10, I can't critisize the writing in any way, It was fantastic. The story though, was done in a definitievely negative tone, which I personally am not a big fan of. Not saying it wasn't a good story, it was just given from a different viewpoint then I believe it deserved.
Anyway, great job, hope to see you again.
-CC
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I never heard of that book, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have a personal fascination with the realm that comes after death. Reapers, souls, the cycle of life and all that stuff. In the universe, Death is one of the few true constants, an undeniable truth. As for the negativity you bring up, this is a story about death after all. In a world of happy carefree talking ponies, sudden death makes for a vastly stark contrast. Whereas some use death as a shock factor or to set the emotional mood, I figure it can be used to show the lengths one's loyalty can go. That if you care for something very much, then nothing can get in your way.
Admittedly, I kinda left things to seem open-ended, but the [Sad] tag kinda ruins that. Still, it's a story I had written a long time ago, and I'm glad it's finally out, and even moreso that people actually like it! So thanks for the review, which I give a solid 9.5/10.
As for other writing, I'm currently in the midst of one called "Death by Dragon." Completely different tone, but there are others (though of equally different tone). Anyway, nice day to you, and happy reading!
Wow this was really good, I'm impressed. I wanted to see a little more from the ending, but that's only because I hate open endings.
Did. . .did Winona bite through Death's stomach, grab Applebloom's soul, and shove back into her body?
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An agent of Death, but yes. Awesome, right?
4281071 Pretty sweet.
This is a very good story.
Umm... Winona lives, right? Right?
As someone who recently had a featured fic starring Winona and Apple Bloom, this deserves way more attention. Well done.
All dogs go to heaven. And some dogs just nip into the afterlife for a few minutes to drag their beloved owners back. It says wonderful things about a family pet's loyalty that she's not merely content to save Apple Bloom, but is content to die saving her.
It also says a lot about the gentle, easygoing momentum you had going all the way through to the last few words that, even after that line, I was able to feel good by the end. Spike saves Applejack's life and he still doesn't fckng count as one of her closest friends.
I'm a little concerned that Winona's courageous act had some majorly depressing ramifications, though; because it looks to me that the act of saving her owner doomed dozens of other souls to limbo.
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Rest assured, the only ones doomed were those who were hopelessly lost to begin with. The upholders of the cycle still have a grip on the ones they collected; what essentially happened was a whitewash to prevent further disruptions to their work. It was shaky, but balance was restored... minus one soul
I'm not crying, you're crying. ;_;
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It's okay; we'll share adult tears together T_T