“Uhm,” Cyclone said. “I think somepony needs help? Do you two need help? I’m sorry if I’ve done anything wrong.”
The green unicorn mare’s eyes slowly trailed downward from the demolished ceiling to Cyclone. “I’m pretty sure you just saved either one of our lives or both,” she said, while dust and debris were still trickling down. The purple mare, whose mouth was still half-opened, merely nodded.
“Oh.” Cyclone smiled in relief. “Good. You, uhm, you’re both welcome. Do you want me to fly you out?”
“I’m good,” the mare replied. “I can teleport. As for Apple Stars...”
“Uhm... p-please.”
Cyclone nodded. She lowered her hind legs, allowing the purple mare to climb onto her back with shaky hooves.
When Cylcone came flying out of the pit with Apple Stars on her back, the other mare already waited.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m Lynn. This is Apple Stars. We’re... um, friends. Yeah. Why not. Listen, I’m super grateful to you, but it would be great if you didn’t ask what happened here.”
Cyclone nodded. “Of course. No problem.”
Lynn raised an eyebrow. “Really? Just like that?”
“Yeah.” Cyclone gave a smile, shrugging. “It’s okay, I’m-”
She interrupted herself as the apartment door suddenly flew open. Two more ponies with silver wings came rushing inside, both of whom mares, one also having a horn.
“A new face!” That one exclaimed, in what had to be a cheer. “Awesome! Finally!”
“And she already saved two ponies from certain death!” the other added. Both of them giggled.
“Err,” Lynn made. “I’m probably okay with you coming in like that, considering, but who-”
“I’m Corinne,” said the one with the horn, while closing the door with her magic. “And this is Featherfall.”
“We sense if somepony is in big trouble,” Featherfall added. “We’re angels!”
“That’s right. That’s why I got wings!” Corinne gave them a flap, giggling. “Though they’re better if you die as a pegasus.”
“Probably divine justice. You have your horn, so we have to be better at flying.”
“Yeah!”
“Oh,” Cyclone said. “So am I an angel, too?”
“You sure are!” Corinne gave her an affectionate nuzzle, as if they were old friends. “You look like a great pony to spend eternity with!”
“’Die’?” Lynn echoed. “Are you saying you’re dead?”
“Probably,” Featerhfall said, “we’ve all died and came back.”
“Our theory is that only the nicest ponies can come back,” Corinne explained. “At least everyone who’s come back so far is amazing. Being dead is great!”
“Uhm,” Cyclone said, “are you sure we should explain all this to-”
“Oh, it’s no problem.” Corinne gave a wink. “Ponies forget about angels and everything they’ve told them after a few minutes. But I still prefer telling them who saved their lives. She did save your lives, didn’t she?”
“Kinda,” Lynn said. “Uhm, listen, I’m sorry if this makes things more complicated, but that amnesia thing probably won’t work on me.”
Corinne’s smile froze. Featherfall, who had been looking around the house, slowly turned to face her.
“Why not?”
“Um,” Lynn said. “It’s... complicated?”
A trillion miles...
The rift gave birth to the angels.
Children of chaos.