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// Chapter 6 
// Story: A Very Rainbow Hearth's Warming 
// by HiddenEntity 
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The funeral was the hardest part of Rainbow's life. She had faced off dragons and other beasts, but nothing could have prepared her for the monster that was death. Rainbow stood at the podium.... and cried. There was nothing more she could do. She had dragged her parents to see a show in Canterlot, and she got them killed. She had broken her father's back. Rainbow felt nothing but guilt as she sank to the floor, a heaving mess of tears and emotion. She thought to herself, in a fit of loneliness, "Why isn't anypony helping me?"





Twilight watched in heartbroken silence as she watched her strongest friend break. The podium blocked her view of what Rainbow had become, but she could tell that her friend was no longer strong. She wanted to stand, she wanted to help, but her mind was numb and denied her the ability to move. She thought to herself, in a state of disarray, "Why aren't I helping her?"








Rainbow's slumber was abruptly cut short by a crick in her neck. She stretched, and remembered Twilight's small body in her hooves. She hugged the little pony, and sighed. She was happy she had somepony to hold.





The couple snuggled late into the night, and Rainbow's soft snores woke Twilight from her light sleep. She felt every muscle of Rainbow's warm against her own coat, and snuggled in closer. She was happy she had somepony to hold.