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// 2: Home Coming 
// Story: The Fall of the Princess 
// by MoonlitHaze225 
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After reaching her destination, Twilight stopped and looked at the flowers she had collected along the way and began to cry again in front of the five tall stones. Twilight sighs, "I'm sorry."

The young princess carefully set down her collection of the multi-colored flowers onto the well cared grass of the castle. In tears, she picked up a single flower from the pile and gently held the fragile item. The petals went from a soft white center into a light pink. A soft change in color for the pony who had a tragic ending. A tear from Twilight fell onto the flower and slid into it's white center. 

Tragically, accidents happen, Twilight longed that they didn't. A few Sundays ago, Twilight learned that in the worst possible way anypony ever could. This pony knew all the steps on how to build the perfect Apple family barn so well, she could read off the written instructions verbatim. Only the mare didn't realize she was missing one or two, half of an inch item. This mistake had caused the abundant barn to cave in upon her and her younger sister, AppleBloom. Twilight heard the deafening crashing and thuds in her head as if she was a witness of the event. She tightened her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds, causing tears to flood her face from her previously drowned eyes.

Twilight gently scooted the small lunaria annua in front of Applejacks' gravestone. The lunaria annua represented a whole lot more than just a flower, it showed everything Apple Jack ever was to her, honest. Twilight tried to remain quiet, but couldn't and let out a wail, receiving a few looks from the garden staff before they fled the scene, not wanted to bother her. Twilight buried herself in her forelegs, lifting the funniest plant of them all. 

Princess Twilight looked back in her mind upon the day when she was studying garden life and flowers, that same day she told her pink silly friend what flower represented her element, laughter, the Lark-spur. When Twilight told Pinkie its name, all she did was laugh and had said to her lavender friend,  "Of course it stands for laughter! The name's sooo funny! Heehee! Lark-spuuur!" Pinkie's voice ran like a broken record in Twilight's head. Over and over. Twilight silently stammered Pinkie Pies' words out with a frown. Two Tuesdays mornings ago she left early to go stay with her sick sisters, even at an old age Pinkie was excited to leave, with a few hops she stumbled off. It was only that Thursday morning when the four of the other friends had heard, for the frivolous pink mare had fallen off a cliff. She fell five miles from home.

The larkspur soon became covered in Twilight's magenta aura, and was levitated only an inch off of the ground, and the flower was slowly moved to her tall stone. The stone began to lose its pink color due to the amount of rain Canterlot has received lately. Twilight sat up a little and looked at the silky lavender colored petals of the Flax. 
Poor, miserable, yet kind little Fluttershy fell into the darkest depression all of sudden. Twilight didn't really hang out with her dear friend Fluttershy, and she wished that she had. Fluttershy ended up committing suicide and Twilight blamed herself, even being told a million times it wasn't her fault, it never was, it was her decision. Twilight didn't take any of that. Twilight also commemorated the one animal who seemed to be the closest of her friends. Nowadays Twilight knew, if somepony was asked where he was they would simply reply, "Who's Discord?"

She crawled closer to the last two stones while she placed the flax upon Fluttershys' stone. The last pair went with a dismal case of old age. Last Monday and last Wednesday. 

She was as generous as the honey suckle Twilight gently gave to the once purple stone, to Rarity. Twilight sniffed in her sobs, barely able to breathe. Rarity was always sweet and giving, and Twilight knew that if anypony thought otherwise, they were dead wrong. 
Of course, the loyal one, Rainbow dash, as bright as a sunflower. Rainbow was bright, bubbly, fun. She was always positive and always flew with speed towards her dream. She made it.

Twilight nudged the sunflower and honey suckles to the correct gloomy stones. The world was a fuzzy mess through Twilights' tears, but she had managed to pick up the item that brought her here in the first place.

Twilight stared at the glistening object. A painful smile covered a small portion of her face. Goodbye. She was silenced by the most glorious thing that would break her chains, and set herself free. She lied down on her stomach, and lifted the blade to her foreleg. Twilight bit her lip, a few tears escaped. She began to cut vertical lines down her left wrist. One, two... three four... five. Over and over, becoming deeper and deeper. 
She stopped after 3 rounds. Twilight dropped the knife onto the grass. Three marks for each friend, her life. Her world. Beginning middle and end, always there for her. But Twilight wasn't in their time of need. 
Twilight cried harder when she looked down at the scars but knew she had to fight through the pain, it was her escape route. Blood poured out of each of line. Twilight sobbed as she looked down at the wounds, she was lightheaded at the sight of the blood and slowly rested her head between her forelegs. The agonizing pain created short quiet howls from the princess. She fastened her eyes shut, ready to accept death.
The pain was gone. 
Twilight slowly opened her eyes.
To be welcomed by the same scenery. She looked down at her wrists, and noticed the red dyed grass around it. She was struck with terror, when it had came to her attention that the scars were healed. She snatched the blade off the grass, slicing again, and again. It kept on healing. "No." was all she managed to mumble to herself, over and over. Tears came. NO! She screamed at her healing scars, threw the knife down, and ran back into the castle as fast is she possibly could, leaving small stains of blood on the pathway.

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Twilight slammed her bedroom door shut and locked it. She kicked her bookshelf, used her hind legs to buck the mirror causing pre-broken shards to fly across her room, and managed to use her magic to fling all of her books onto the tile floor. She used a spell to find her only book on alicorns, she went to the desired page the index told her to go to, "The gift of being immortal comes in handy... wounds heal in short time...if there is too much damage wounds and injuries will not be able to heal...casualty." Twilights' sad but joyous tears of lament filled the large room, she slowly headed to her freedom. 
Twilight shut the door behind her, locking it, knowing she will not be going back. Twilight then focused on all of the doors, windows, and any other exits that she knew of, and with her magic, she slammed them all locking them. She heard numerous clicks from outside around the castle. Twilight was silent. All that there was was loud stammering heading up the stairs two doors away behind her. She let her final tears fall from her face. Slowly she stepped onto the railing of her prison balcony. Twilight looked at the five most important stones in the distance and sniffed in a sob with a crooked narrow smile.
I'm coming home.