Rock is dead
Silence had befallen Ponyville, nothing was heard except for the sounds of flesh hitting dirt. I felt arms wrap around me.
"It's not your fault" Twilight whispered in my ear, but i paid no heed. My fists struck the ground once again.
Rocky Rhoads died on the operating table. I looked to Twilight, her face etched with worry and fear. I then looked to Sweetspot and Showdown. Sweetspot looked as if he were alone in a crowd and Showdown.....
Showdown, for as long as i had known her, had never really been in touch with her emotions. but looking at her now?
She was broken, I could tell she loved the guy, even though she wouldn't let on. It's Heart wrenching to see a friend in this state. "Showdown..." I take a step towards the pair, bringing my arms up in an attempt to hug them.
Pain spreads through out my body, I shrug it off. In the end, tears run freely down my cheeks as i fall to my knees. As they look towards me, I struggle to my feet. "I'm sorry, Showdown... I should have stopped him" I continued to look down. but felt Showdown's hand on my shoulder. "He," she choked back a sob "knew what he was doing" Looking up to her, I could see she was smiling.
"Alan..." Blueblood placed my arm over his shoulder, supporting me. "I never expected him to..." the blonde man carried me towards the hospital. "did he say anything before he died?" I shook my head, considering the last two words were fuck you.
"Rock is dead, nothing can change that fact, Blue... and..." we stopped as he put me on a hospital stretcher. "I'm sorry for treating you harshly" he said nothing.
Twilight simply walked with me into the building. "I'm just glad your safe again, Alan" she kissed me and then once again wrapped her arms around me. " I'd return the favour but my hands are kinda broken" so I oped for returning the kiss tenfold. hearing a little moan escape her mouth.
"listen, Twilight whatever happens after all of this..."
"I know, just... keep coming back alive at least" She kissed my forehead.
She knew what i was going to say, what i was going to do.
after my hands are fixed, I'm going to take this sword and ram it right up that changeling king's poop shoot.
but before that, I have a funeral to go to.
The funeral was held three days ago, the eulogy given by Shining Armor resounded in my head over and over.
"We all make choices, some good some bad, but they make us who we are. The most important thing is not how we die but rather how we live....the lives we touch if even for just a moment have ramifications far greather than our simple beings are capable of comprehending. So be the best you that you can be and you will be greater than leaders of nations, or men of wealth for you will touch the most precious of lives of those around you and shape our broken world. It must all start with us" He was right in every sense. I kissed Twilight goodbye today.
Because today....
War begins.