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// Chapter 8 
// Story: Lucia di Lammermoor 
// by cierragp 
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He plunged the dagger into his chest, and willed himself to lie on her grave. He prayed to heaven that he would find her once more.

He would search through every lifetime until he found her again. 
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Discord heard of the news of Fluttershy's death from Zecora. She was loyal until her untimely end. 

The duel was not on. He staggered to her grave and looked at the gray headstone.

Lucia Fluttershy Ashton. 

He found no courage to fight nor live now. Why?

What did he do? He had pushed her to the brink of madness. Zephyr and Blueblood did not kill her. He did, and he was guilty of killing the only mare he loved dearly.

Why? Why did he have to be so unforgiving? How cruel was he, to kill the mare he loved?

Zephyr was right. He was a monster. 

He was a true monster. Not Zephyr, him.

He found his dagger in his belt. He unsheathed it, and looked at the cold, cruel blade. 

He plunged it in his heart, and he lay next to the flowers. 

The soft fragrance of the flowers calmed his heart.

He would see her again. He would not be in heaven, but if he could catch a single glimpse of her, he would not regret it. He would not regret taking the chance to catch a single glimpse either. 

He swore, as the blood steadily poured out, as the pain lessened, as his vision darkened, that he would find her again. And this time, he would cherish her. He would never hurt her again. Ever.

He would search through a hundred lifetimes to find her and make things right. If he could gain her forgiveness, he could die happy.