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// Epilogue 
// Story: Saving Whitespot 
// by ACPictures 
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Back to the present, a little filly is looking astonished. She looks similarly to Whitespot, only younger. What she is looking at is a full-grown Pegasus pony. It is Whitespot who is telling the story about herself.

“And that’s what happened when I became a new member of the Olympic championship game. I won multiple awards and taught fillies to do the same thing as I was taught. I made it across to be the best Olympic gymnastic pony ever.”

Littlespot asks, “So what happened to your friend now? How’s she doing?”

Whitespot is silent until, “Oh, I think she has some practicing in her flights.” She looks out of the window, and she sees a few birds flying across the full moon in the nighttime sky.

Littlespot looks in awe.

Whitespot looks down, remembering her past or Scootaloo.

“Hey, Littlespot, one day, you’ll become a great championship pony, just like me. All you have to do is be confident and strong, just like me. Trust me! I know it; you just got to be patient, and I know you’ll do the best.”

Littlespot is feeling okay and off to bed as Whitespot looks at her daughter, walking.

Whitespot stands steadily thinking. Then she looks at the top of a shelf, saying, “Thank you, my friend, for everything you did. I would never make this far without you. Without you, everything will be different, and I could never be the same pony as I’m today. I will always remember what you taught me in the park: "always be confident and courageous." The same way Rainbow Dash taught you, the same way you taught me, and the same way I taught you. You’re my best friend that I ever got, and I promise that I will be the best pony ever. I hope you have a wonderful time making your dreams come true and live in a better place. We had a lot in common with each other, huh?”

Whitespot takes a moment to think silently and says, “let us strain forward where miracles have a new goal and prize for us!”

Whitespot looks so pleased. She sighs and walks away. What she was looking at, on top of the shelf, is a picture of both young Whitespot and Scootaloo hugging each other in the Olympic stadium. There's also her old 2nd place medal.

The End.