A murder strikes one late winter evening, and nopony seems to be able to provide clues as to what happened. Anytime somepony gets close to revealing anything helpful, they too end up dead. Things get personal when someone close to a certain unicorn ends up a victim. She devotes herself to finding the culprit. What she finds is a ruthless pony, willing to do anything to cover his or her tracks.

Nopony is safe. Not anymore. This pony acts without regret. Without remorse. Without a single thought of consequence.

This was a one shot, I think. I didn't really feel like separating each break into separate chapters, so I'll just leave it as is. Unless someone really wants me to break it up. I might then. It's just tedious, that's all. I may or may not decide to write some sort of epilogue or prologue or something of the like. Depends on the day, honestly. Hope everypony likes it, because I'm rather proud of it. Hell, even if you don't, leave a comment. I love feedback. Kind of a lot. (More comments, please. Doooo iiit.)

Thanks for the 700 views and all, guys. Although, I really wish you would comment a little more. I can't improve if you don't tell me what's wrong.

We have all lost something or someone special in our lives. Some move on faster than others, and some never move on, as their life comes to a stand still. Could you smile at such loss, and continue smiling through your life, knowing that the special someone was gone forever?

First attempt at sad fic.

Inspired by cover pic.

Also inspired by the song 'The Crow and The Butterfly' by Shinedown.

I've spent the majority of my life tilling the desolate land in which I live. Every day, I wake up to move useless rocks from one location to another. This is an archaic line of work that my family has clung to for generations. It is a dull, grey existence.

Today, I have woken up in a strange room, lying in a bed that isn't mine. I'm surrounded by five mares whom I've never seen in my life. They claim to be my friends, and expect me to bring joy to the hearts of everypony.

Joy? I don't think I've ever experienced this for myself, so how am I supposed to thrust it upon others?

My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, and I'm not sure what to make of this situation.

Apple Bloom is tired of being on her own. With time stopping for nopony and a great, bright beacon calling to her, the little earth pony makes one of the hardest decisions of her life, and embarks on one last crusade with her friends.

However, one friend is not so quick to accept the truth. Can a certain little white filly learn to cope with the thing she fears most - saying goodbye?