You're not in the forest...
"..." Foxfire's face curled up, much like that of a child about to break down sobbing. "Where am I then?" She asked, her voice weaker now.
You're with us now, dear. It's alright.
She blinked, letting more tears fall down her cheeks. She now noticed that everything around her--ground, trees, sky--was nothing but moonlit fog.
"What is this place?" She asked again, wiping her eyes with a hoof. She took note that it was also mist.
You're....dead, sweetheart.
The weary mare got up onto all fours and took a few steps forward. She looked around again and saw a disturbingly familiar silhouette approaching her.
"Luna...?"
Yes. Even we alicorns have an afterlife.
"..." Foxfire wanted to...no, needed to thank whoever told death to whisk her away. But who was she to thank?
We've been waiting for you....
She turned around and found another familiar shape. Then again into another direction. She was surrounded....
...by those she wept for, those she cared about.
You died in your sleep, my child. You died waiting for your exile.
"..." Foxfire tried speaking, but found that she couldn't do so. The mute drone, also now a silhouette, nodded.
Celestia went by your last wishes. You died before they could get to you...
Foxfire wanted to ask who one of the silhouettes spoke of. Yet, she couldn't. Something clicked into her head: the cultist ponies she saw in her dreams...they really were out to get her.
And now, they couldn't do so. They couldn't get to her fast enough to make a madpony's sacrifice to some demonic stallion.
I died with you, Your Highness. I asked to be buried with you so you wouldn't be alone in death, as you were in life...
Foxfire swallowed a lump in her throat, unable to express any of her rapidly-swinging emotions.
Come, my student. We must ascend to the great stairway in the skies.
Foxfire smiled at long last. Sure, she was dead and decrepit now, but at least she was now happy. She trudged alongside the silhouettes, keeping up as best as she could.
At long last, after so much pain and torment, she was with her family and what few friends she made. She no longer needed to worry about life's necessities. The things like food and water no longer mattered to her now.
She was at peace.
.....
But she could've sworn she heard a disturbingly familiar laugh accompanied by that of a foal's.