Raven pushes open the door of the treehouse. It creaks open, and breaks completely off it’s hinges. It crashes down, throwing dust into the air. Raven takes a step back from it, letting the dust clear out. After a few seconds, he walks into the library.
He instantly spots something, the disturbed skeleton of a unicorn. A few of it’s bones are scattered, but it maintains a normal form still.
Raven can instantly spot it as Twilight, from the six pointed stars inscribed on her bones. A successful experiment about the use of runes inside of a pony.
A sheet of paper sits at her hooves. Raven moves closer, and levitates it up to his eyes.
The writing is fanciful cursive, with very few mistakes. The writing of Twilight.
’It’s dark. I can barely see anything, I think there’s debris covering the window. Or maybe it’s just that bad outside... is there even an outside anymore? Is this even Equestria, or some nightmare dimension I’ve been sent to?
No, this is Equestria... this is it’s fate. I knew something like this was coming, but I didn’t know quick enough. I really should’ve made my magical enchantments stronger, maybe reinforcing the entire library. Not enough time, not enough help, not enough magic, not enough friendship.
They were all busy with this war, all of them. Inspiring troops, fighting, building, healing, producing. I seem to have lost my friends before I lost the world. I’ve become too much like myself, my nose buried in a book in order to impress someone. No longer Celestia, no longer a student, but a true scientist for Raven. Is this what all those adventures were supposed to lead to? A return to my old self with less than I had before?
I’m all alone. Truly alone. Before, I could at least spare a word to Spike or Rarity. Not anymore. I doubt that they survive, they never had the runes. Spike... I hope he is okay. He left a few hours before the bombs, eyes glowing red, taken by the dragon, Alduin. He’s a dragon, if any could survive, it would be him.
Me as well, I suppose. Though I hardly call this living. All four of my legs are broken, I think, I can’t feel anything below my neck anymore. My horn is cracked, and I’m using the very last of my magic to write this.’
The ink suddenly changes from black to red.
’Ran out of ink, and I can’t get anymore. My legs are broken. It’s surprisingly easy to tell, even without a medical license, when your shin bone is touching the wooden floor. It’s bleeding a lot, as well, though the runes will stop me dying from that.
I don’t know if anyone will even ever read this. If anypony is even alive out there.
No, that’s a lie. There are ponies. There are other creatures, but there are ponies. I can feel it, through my old connections to the Element of Magic. Friendship between ponies is still out there, and more friendships are being made at a surprising rate.
I suppose when they say friendship is forged by fire, they meant it literally.
I still don’t know if anypony will read this, or if they will even know who I am. I was just one of the old Bearers. Not a Lord or a Lady or anything more than a scientist.
I could live. I have enough mana and knowledge of Necromancy to bring myself back from death. There is that chance for me, where I could lead the new race of ponies into a period of friendship and harmony.
As if.
This is not my world, they are not my ponies, not anymore. My golden age has passed, I have no reason left to live, let alone lead Equestria. I’m no Princess in this world, haven’t been for twenty years. I’m simply that scientist who happens to be an alicorn.
It’s getting painful to write. I will switch it over to voice.’
The red ink still appears, but a lot more blocky and computer like.
’My life has reached it’s conclusion, I feel. I would rather enjoy my afterlife with my friends than lead this world.
Is that so selfish?
Maybe. But I’ve been so Harmonic in my life, I can get a little chaos at the end. It doesn’t sound very logical, does it? Choosing death when life is so readily available. I’m not choosing death, I’m choosing my friends. Maybe the world will suffer because of it. But the world needs to take care of itself. Celestia, Luna, Raven, even I have always kept this world from any potential harm. That made it weak, and it has to learn the hard truth.
Wait.
There’s knocking at the door.
It must just be debris, nopony would bother...
Hello, who’s there?
The door is unlocked, you just have to push real hard!
What the Tartarus?
What are you?!
Wait, Blueblood!?
What happened? How are you alive?
You’re an alicorn?!
No, what are you talking about? You’re already an alicorn, you already hold great power!
Really, you think you are just going to kill me?
You may be the Prince, you may be the King, but I don’t give a shit! I am Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia’s protege, smartest pony, and best magician in all of Equestria! Go ahead, shoot me, I’ll catch the bullet!
Three alicorns? Cadence and Luna died as well?
You traitorous bastard! How could you just kill them like that?!
This is what you wanted the entire time? You... you shall not leave this building alive!
Decay!’
The letter suddenly ends with that last word. The casting of magic.
Raven looks up, his mind instantly put into thought. Blueblood was alive, he killed Twilight.
Blueblood’s Enclave.
Raven throws the letter down, a red glow starting to build in his eyes. His mind is overtaken by rage, an angry voice no longer whispering, but yelling in his ear.
He begins to breathe harder, sending red dust flying.
He charges out of the treehouse, and towards the ship, with his hooves stomping down hard enough to leave a print in the stone path.