//------------------------------// // Undying // Story: To make a long story short: A My Little Pony Flash Fiction anthology // by GrouchoMarxDisciple //------------------------------// Twilight Sparkle sat across from Princess Luna in the lunar princess’s bed chamber. A fire burned softly from the side, casting dancing shadows against Luna’s wall. Her quarters were adorned mystically, and enchantingly enthralling, yet everywhere she went, all Twilight could feel was cold. “I have had strange dreams since...” Twilight tried to confided in Luna. She raised her head, quickly looking away from the three shadows against the orange glow. The lunar princess nodded slightly. “Perhaps these visions are in fact, real events?” Luna asked, staring past Twilight. Her eyes quickly connected back with the smaller pony. “If they are, I want them to stop,” Twilight replied. The fire immediately died. A single wisp of smoke floated towards the table the two princesses sat at. “They will not cease, not until you’ve decided to confront them.” “But I don’t want to,” the smaller alicorn pleaded. She looked at her friend with tears in her eyes. “I just… want him… to go,” she sobbed. “He has followed you, even here,” Luna replied. “You must acknowledge him, or forever be haunted.” Luna’s eyes shifted around the room. She rose to her hooves. “I cannot interfere, Twilight Sparkle.” “Why not?” “Because-” Luna flinched, unable to complete her thought. She bowed towards Twilight, and vanished, leaving her alone in the whispering dark. The young princess bent over, sobbing on the table. A figure loomed in the darkness, deepening the pitch black within the icy bed chamber. Twilight lifted her chin, tears streaming down her face. A twisted contour glared back, crying; crying harder than the small pony before it. It reached out, scowling at Twilight, amplifying its voice until the tiny whispers became an incessant wail. “You said… forever…” the creature hissed, fastening its claws over Twilight’s throat. “I know, Spike… I’m sorry,” she choked.