What.
The figure looked at her, as if it thought she was stupid, and disintegrated the knife in her hooves.
Pinkie stammered. She wanted to die! why won’t this dream creature get that?
The figure stood before her once more, this time, itself being showed what it truly was. It was no longer a yellow angelic pony of mist, but a mare. A mare with cold-stare eyes and a boulder in one hoof. She stared at Pinkie for a minute before she was bear-hugged by her, setting Pinkie to tears.
“I’m DREAMING! YOU’RE DEAD! YOU GOT KILLED BY TIREK! I SAW IT! OH! PLEASE CELESTIA STOP TORTURING ME WITH THIS!!!” Pinkie whined as she pounded on the figure’s resemblance of her sister. She shouted for it to stop, but it just stood there, and after a while, stroked her magenta mane. And gave the most sincere look when it hugged her, and teared up.
Pinkie and the figure cried for awhile, not worrying that ponies were coming in and had watched the full thing of Maud just reassuring her sister. With her wings covering them both, and her halo shining a dim light on the sisterhood.
Everypony watched as she and her sister warmly gave each other a smile, one whom had tears and the other one motherlike.
Pinkie was happy. Maud was happy. Everypony else was happy. Even the sisters, who had launched themselves toward the angel to give her much embrace after a year of remembrance.
Maud gave them one joyous look before she started to fade away, whisps of air controlling her very disappearance. She smiled as she faded, while the others held Pinkie Pie back when she reached to join her.
“You can’t leave! What about us?! What about family!”
Maud smiled as she swept down to lift the chin of her sister, and placed in her hoof Boulder, the one thing she cared about, and tearfully vanished.
Pinkie sat there.
Tears started to roll down her eyes.
Pinkie happily jumped out of her house, wearing a purple-to-blue sequin bag on her back, and dashed off to her destination. It didn’t take very long, but she made it.
“Morning class of 2034!” She said as she jumped against the floor. She smiled and went to her desk that had multiple apples on it.
“Ms.Pie?” shouted a young pegasus from the back of the class with a shy smile. “What are we learning today?”
“Well I’m glad you asked, Butterscotch!” She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a simple rock. She smiled as the class got confused very quick.
“So everypony, I’d like you to meet Boulder! He goes back very long before you all! And he will be my assistant this year to help you with class!”
A tiny unicorn lifted her hoof in the air.
“Yes Blume?”
“Why a rock? Just askin’!”
“Why a boulder, hun! Well, a very long time ago....”