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// chapter 4 
// Story: true love 
// by GRYFFINDOR123456 
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Flash smiled.  “Come on,” he said, leading me. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were poised, and Cheese and Pinkie. Applejack and Soarin’ were ready to dance. So were Bon Bon and Lyra, Micro Chips and Twilight. 
“HIT IT, VINYL!” yelled Pinkie.

As the music began, Flash bowed to me. I curtseyed. He held my paws, as we started our waltz. I couldn’t but help sing along. It’s such a good song, and I love it. Not as much as Beauty and the Beast.

We danced, our steps matching each other. 

Then it was Beauty and the Beast.


I looked behind. Gilda and her cronies had slipped in. Flash and I danced again, this time, I led it. I knew the dance by heart, as when I was younger, my mother would make me learn this dance. I wasn’t a great dancer, I knew that, but this was my favourite song by far. As the song closed,  Gilda jumped at her chance.

“What do you want, Gilda?” I snarled, taking down the zip and stepping out of the costume. I took off the mask and placed it in my satchel. 

“Revenge,” she said. “You girls got me expelled, remember?”
Flash stood beside me. “Leave her alone, pervert,” said a voice. Rainbow Dash.
“Ah, Crash,” said Gilda, as she pulled out her dagger.
I stepped in front of Rainbow Dash. “It was Dash, not me,” I said quietly, pulling out my dagger.
Gilda smirked. “And what if I hurt you?” she sneered.
Gilda punched me. I kicked her in her shin. We began fighting, on top of one another. Flash watched me with admiration, his eyes full of love.
Hoops grabbed Flash, holding a knife to his throat. Gilda punched me again, repeatedly. I fell to my knees, my body coursing in agony.
“NO!” I shouted. “Don’t kill him! Kill me!”
Gilda and I fought again. She raised her dagger. I strained my right arm against her, knocking her dagger out of her hand. She grunted as she crawled to get it. Successfully.

She raised the dagger above me. I looked above, following the path, as she plunged it straight into my abdomen. I yelled out in pain, blood blooming from it like a flower. I clutched the wound with both hands, my cyan eyes pleading to Flash. 

Flash wriggled himself free of Hoops, as I collapsed. He hurried to my side, his eyes focused on my wound. 
Dash and Gilda were fighting. Both girls punch, kick and insult each other with vile profanity. 

I groaned, as he gently moved my hands aside. “It’s deep,” he said. I moaned. Life was slipping away. Fast. Things were blurry from the tears streaming down my face like a river going into a lake. I could not see what was going on. I heard Fluttershy’s voice, distantly.
I brought my hand to Flash’s cheek, stroking it gently. “At least I got to see you. One last time,” I said. “I’m sorry. Flash. I treated you so badly in my Freshman year. And now, everything you’ve done for me. And our relationship is almost at its peak. And now... I’m dying.”
I coughed. “Stay with me, Sunset,” he whispered, brushing my red-gold locks out of my face. 
I coughed again. “Sunset,” he said, holding my hand. “I love you.” Life faded from my eyes. My heart stopped beating.
FLASH.
Tears streamed down my face, onto her face. Her eyes were wide open. I gently shut them. She was gone. I kissed Sunset gently, a tear of love leaking out of one of my eyes,  falling onto the wound. The wound absorbed it. Then a golden light came from nowhere, circling Sunset. 

Rainbow Dash and Gilda were still fighting. Dash had a split lip and bruised eye. Dash punched Gilda in her face. Gilda was surprised. Rainbow Dash grabbed Gilda’s neck, squeezing it. Applejack gasped. Gilda punched Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash keeled over, motionless. Applejack leapt forward, punching Gilda. “This is for Dash,” she said, repeatedly punching Gilda. Gilda retaliated. “This is for Fluttershy. This is for everyone who was victimised.” She grabbed Gilda’s neck. 
“And this is for Sunset,” she said, snapping Gilda’s neck. Everyone gasped. 2 bodies.

The light was hard and bright, growing bigger and brighter each second, as it lifted Sunset into the air, her broken body seeming to heal. I was astonished. Was it true? Was a true love’s kiss real? Could it save her?

As the light suddenly burst out of Sunset’s wound like a flower, I gasped in shock. 
The light died down, taking her down. Her wound was healed. Her eyes were still closed. 

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open. “Flash,” she said weakly.
“Sunset!” I cried, hugging her. A bit too fiercely.
“Whoa, easy,” she said in a small, weak voice. 

Hoops, Score and Dumbbell gasped. I smiled. She rose up, like a snake, embracing me in a softer, gentler hug. She kissed me on my lips, gently. I just had to return it. Before we knew it, it had turned into a highly passionate kiss.

She smiled, rubbing her neck awkwardly. “OOOOH!” swooned Rarity.
“MORE DANCING!” yelled Pinkie.
Sunset cried out. “Not yet,” she said. “I’m not ready. I may have healed, but it still hurts.”
She sighed. “I might just sit here,” she said weakly.
I nodded. “I’ll join you,” I said.