A Sneak Peak At Sweetie Belle 4 (Sorry, the chapter is coming so late) · 8:34pm Mar 8th, 2015
Please note that this is the non-edited version. Since so many of you are waiting and I still haven't gotten the final edited version, I present this sneak peak of what to expect.
Scootaloo was hugging a tear eyed Silver Spoon. The Scootaloo, who had proclaimed she would not go to the funeral, nor would she ever feel sorry for their bullies, was hugging the best friend of Diamond Tiara. So many questions were ringing in Sweetie Belle’s head, but all she could do was open her mouth without giving any words.
Eventually, Silver Spoon noticed her and Apple Bloom and gulped, nervously shying away. Scootaloo, seeing her uneasiness, put a hoof on her shoulder, and said, “Hey, it’s okay. They’re here to see Diamond Tiara.”
Apple Bloom nodded and reached out her forelegs for a hug. “Ah’m really sorry ya lost yer best friend, Silver Spoon.”
Slowly, Silver Spoon reached out and completed the hug. “Thank you,” she whispered as Apple Bloom patted her back. Sweetie Belle soon joined in and hugged the two as well. Now she knew who Scootaloo was here for. She didn’t know what the story was between her best friend and Silver Spoon, but she was glad that she had come nonetheless.
When all the hugging was done, the girls sat next to each other, silent and unsure of what to do next. Sweetie Belle couldn’t think of a time when the Crusaders and Silver Spoon ever had a quiet moment together, but there was a first for everything. Silver Spoon, looking down at her hooves, asked, “You girls... see Diamond yet?”
“No,” answered Scootaloo. “Have you?”
“Yes...” Silver sniffed and lowered her head even more. “You should... go speak to her one last time... we’re gonna start soon.”
The girls nodded and slowly they made their way towards the line leading to the coffin. It was time to finally see what she had been afraid of since learning of Diamond’s fate It was time to see death itself. Sweetie Belle could feel every bone in her body shaking as one by one, ponies finished their farewells and the line got shorter. While Sweetie Belle was in a near panic, Apple Bloom muttered what she suspected were prayers and Scootaloo was silent. What were they going to say when they saw the body? What was she herself going to say?
Was she going to say she felt sorry she was dead? That she forgave Diamond Tiara for all the bullying? A peaceful afterlife? Could the dead even hear them, wherever they are?
Before she knew it, all three of them were at the casket. And there, before their very eyes had been their bane in school. Their bully. Their nemesis. Diamond Tiara.
Sweetie Belle could only remember two emotions that Diamond Tiara always had in her memory: arrogance and anger. This time, she was seeing what she felt was Diamond Tiara’s real face. A set of gently closed eyes, forever shut, and eye lined with make up that made her look beautiful. Her red lipstick smile seemed peaceful and joyous rather than the stuck up and sinister one she had whenever she was planning on making somepony’s day miserable. It was like a life of hardship had finally ended and she could rest at last. For the dress, Rarity had chosen a light blue for the main color and purple for the secondary. It as was so soft you could have swore it was a cloud they were feeling. The stems were perfect and the small diamonds you could see at the ends were sparkling in the over light that glowed above as if the gates of the heavens were opening for this tragically taken soul. Her hooves, folded over her chest, held a lily that seemed to gently tickled her neck.
She looks so peaceful. Like Sleeping Beauty in her everlasting curse, thought Sweetie Belle as she stared at the beautiful corpse. And then, unknowingly, she felt her tears begin to weep. She bowed her head, whimpering as it all finally came crashing down. So many days of waiting, and it was now here. The end of Diamond Tiara. Her final day of glory before she was gone forever. All the troubles they had together, all the moments of pain, tears, and hate. And it was all just gone. It seemed so useless to hold anything against her now that she was dead. What was the point?
Apple Bloom, in the center between the three of them, was openly bawling. She could barely stand up as he held both hooves on the casket, careful of where her tears were landing. Sweetie Belle moved her tail so that it held Apple Bloom’s to let her know that she was not alone in her grief. Then a third tail joined, and she didn’t need to look to know it was Scootaloo. She didn’t ever bother to question why, all she was glad for was that the three of them were here together.
I'm really sorry it's taking so long. My editor, First_Down, is going through changes in his job and it has caused him to be overworked. He has assured me he's almost done with the chapter. Hopefully I can get it up soon. I really am sorry again.
Better late than never, though, right?
Hope everything turns out well for First_Down. Can't wait for this next chapter to come out.
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Something's been bothering me on how the fillies were portrayed in this fiction.
Apple Bloom regrets making her wish.
Sweetie Belle is scared of facing death.
Scootaloo is apathetic of the former bully's death.
Do these caricatures not scream stereotype?! If I'm being honest, none of these fillies would fit the reactions given to them and their upbringing. If their reactions were to go by canon, they... would be... switched.
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In the very first line, should "tear eyed" be "teary-eyed?"
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I said it was the unedited version