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// Chapter 9.1 
// Story: Clown Mare 
// by Flora Blossom 
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Spiras Cross curled up with both of their eyes shut, keeping that warmth under the bedsheets. 

They of course woke up in Cloudsdale. 

“What am I doing here? This is not Canterlot.”  

They were forced to move near a strange pegasus house.  Once then they walked inside, opening the door with the left hoof, “Hello? Any pegasus here?” They looked around, seeing the toy of a small cyan ball that is next to the yellow small ball. 

“Where am I?”  Once then they noticed a picture near the living room that was covered in a black stain.  They knew who the red filly was but never knew the other two ponies behind her.

The picture had both of the parent’s heads scratched out of the picture.  They know that the filly eyes had some kind of black bar.

“I know her.”  They started to remember what happened that day.  Spiras Cross closed their eyes, opened them up again and noticed the scene had changed. 

They were in the dark forest close to the cliff, started to walk towards the rockpile from all those years ago, looked down, nothing but a hoof in the rocks.  Blood had been dripping out from the rocks. Also, with that awful stench of a pony's death.

“I was standing right here and all of the sudden we heard that howl noise.  We all scattered but I think one of us saw it. The dead body.  They told me by letter that half of the lower body was missing.”

They wonder in their dreams trying to figure out what happened to the lower half of the body.





Shayde Evilian had his eyes shut without his bedsheets.  He made this loud sound coming from his throat.

However, he woke up in a field of stone graves.  Night struck with the full red moon.  Tainted by bad luck.  He walked through the graveyard and stumbled upon the two family members that died.  The casket was out in the open.  He walked towards it carefully.  His heart was pumping.  Spider webs and dust everywhere.  He used his left hoof and saw the dead body upper half.  He looked at it carefully knowing there weren’t any wrinkles to the face.  A purple pony with pink hair was in there. However, she was holding a lazy gray color hoof.  

He remembers that the hoof she holds was the husband.  So, he then used his left hoof and said a few words.

“Rest in peace to the both of you.  You were all good flyers. Shayde Evilian shut the casket with both of his hooves. Once then he grabbed a shovel and started to dig.

“You're not guilty Rane, you're just not guilty.  It hurts all of us as a pegasus.”

Once he finished digging, he got up and then moved all of his strength. The casket went down making that loud clunk sound.  Soil flew in the air.  He coughed several times with water down his eyes.  
  
“I don’t want to believe your guilt, Rane. We all wish you had a better life in Cloudsdale with our kind.  Things would have been different.  But with the broken wings and if you fall, we thought it would have been better.  How could we all be so wrong at the time? How could this be your fate? Now I feel like if you were still here, I might have fallen in love with you.  Every time you make a look on your face. I wish to make you happy.” 
  
His heart is pounding faster, “Rest in peace and let the celestial guide you to paradise.”