Allan Grace was a human. He had feelings. He has loved. He has been loved back. He has given. He has taken. He has been sad. He has been happy. He has also protected those who cannot be protected.
He awakens to a bright sun piercing his eyelids as he laid on his back. He's curious to how and why he is laying on the grass. He sits up to see the world around him. He sees many apple trees and a vibrant, blue sky. The air tastes sweet like sugar. The grass feels soft like cotton. Pains and worries slowly creep away from his existence. Then they immediately rushed back as a cry of pure terror cut the peaceful air. He quickly stands up and starts running for the source. All thought left his mind as pure instinct took control of his muscles. He reaches the scream's source to find a behemoth that appeared to be made up of several animals menacingly approaching a small, bright yellow equine. This didn't matter. He needed to do this. He rushes forward into the unfolding event.
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His body releases it's last breath of life. The orange pony cries as his chest's movements slowed to a halt. The yellow filly slowly treks home, aware of he savior's fate, tears streaming down her small face. The two princess contemplate the gruesome occurrence with deep concern. They all mourn the fallen angel.