Sweetie Belle's eyes were getting more closed by the second, though the rest of the world had been going in slow motion. She decided to think about good things about herself.
I'm good at singing. I have the third best grade in Miss Cheerilee's class; right after Twist and Silver Spoon. I have never been mean to Silver Spoon even though she was mean to me. Mommy and Daddy and Rarity all love me a lot. I care about Scootaloo and Apple Bloom more than myself. I am going to die to save their lives. Then she realized what she had just thought to herself. I am going to die to save their lives. Then she remembered...
...
"Let. Us. Go!" Scootaloo screamed angrily as she tried to buck the creature. He had tied them up and the three crusaders were now against a wall.
"Eenie, meanie, miney, moe. Who will stay and who will go?" The creature grumbled. "One must give her life for the rest. Just one, but she must be the best."
"Wh- What do you mean?" asked Sweetie Belle as she quivered with fear.
"Two of you I will release, but the other one must be deceased." His voice was as foul as the words he spoke. It was deep and scratchy, and it sounded more like a deep growl.
"So, if one of us stays, you will let the others go?" Apple Bloom asked as she looked up at the towering being.
"You are correct my little pony, dear. Are you the one who will stay here?"
...
Sweetie Belle couldn't remember the rest. She didn't even know how they got to be tied up. She didn't have much longer to figure it out, though. Her eyelids were getting heavier.