She layed near the entrance of what once was her home. But it no longer housed tomes of knowledge, quills and bottles of ink to scratch down memories on aged paper.

It only housed fire, and the ashes of history. The love of her life was dead, and her only friend at that moment was the pounding rain, working hard to extinguish the destructive blaze, too little too late.

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A short fic idea I had.

A painting is beautiful when finished. Every drop of paint dry on a smooth, no longer completely white canvas. But many only see the final product, the climax of the painting. Few see its beginning, and fewer still witness its end. While heroes may be remembered for fighting monsters and destroying evil, who remembers them when they were foals? Who remembers when the only thing a hero swung around was a stick before they ever swung a spear? Everypony wants to see the hero at their greatest, but how many see them at their most vulnerable?

It's not the beginning, the end, or the middle that is the most important. It is rather the whole piece, the journey, that creates a far better experience. To start at the beginning is to know the hero, and to know how they came to be the pony they are when they reach the climax of their journey, when they are the mightiest they can be. And in the end, that legacy will live on.

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This story involves same sex relationships, but other than that it follows pretty much all the rules of the MLP: FiM show (read as: no sex, no swearing, alcohol, violent death and harsh prejudice). It's written in the simple spirit of MLP: FiM, and it only gets a little off track for the birth of Fading Blossom, her death and her eventual kissings of colts/mares. Other than those very small breaks, expect language similar to the show (horseapples and the like) and a very in depth love story with some kick-flank adventures.
Cheers mates.
-Skull025