//------------------------------// // Peace At Last // Story: A Mother's Duty // by Rated Ponystar //------------------------------// A Mother’s Duty By The Rated Ponystar Edited and based on the KillerRarityVerse by BronyWriter Chapter 8: Peace At Last “If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got..” - Kurt Cobain  It was over. At long last it, was finally over. Sweetie Belle never thought freedom would feel so great, but now it was all she ever wanted to feel. The nightmare that haunted her day in and out had ended at last. Blossom, her daughter, was finally at peace. No more voice. No more Rarity. No more suffering. Only peace and happiness awaited her in Paradise. Nopony understood. Not Princess Celestia. She was never a true mother. Despite all that she was to Twilight, she never was a true mother. Just a mother figure, and nothing more. She never knew the pain and pleasure of raising life in a cruel world of darkness and hate. To give it hope and joy. To raise it to become a strong and healthy mare. The world was too cruel to her daughter. Too cruel for her to live in, and she had paid the price over and over again. But no more. Joyous Blossom would sleep peaceful again, and for eternity. The smile never waned from Sweetie Belle’s face as she leaned on the wall of her cell. Celestia tried to talk to her, but she ignored everything she said and never spoke back. Sweetie Belle didn’t even resist when Celestia, regrettably, ordered her to be imprisoned. She didn’t care anymore what her fate was. It was all over, and she was glad for it. Her sister was dead, her daughter was dead, and she was sure she would be dead too. With her death, Rarity’s legacy would finally be put to rest. Rarity. Sweetie Belle. Joyous Blossom. All three of them would remain only in history books, to be hated and feared forever. But that was fine with Sweetie Belle. If Tartarus was her destination after death, then let it be so. Her life had been a living hell for over thirty years. It would be a vacation to all the things she had to do with life. And if by some holy mercy above she managed to get Paradise, then what did she care about what she was leaving behind. She would either be reunited with her daughter or her sister. And maybe that’s all she ever wanted for so long. Even if she lived, there was nothing left for her. Her friends would never look at her the same again, and she felt it was for the best. It was time for everypony to wake up and realize the truth. Nothing was bringing those golden days of innocence and laughter back. Nopony was going to remain blissfully unaware of what had been going on since Rarity was eight. Rarity’s sins were going to stay with all of them, and even their children until many generations had passed. Or until the next serial murder, at least. They would move on. It would be hard, but they would move on. All she wanted to do now was sleep. Sleep and imagine her daughter being happy at last. Laying down her head to sleep, Sweetie Belle sighed and closed her eyes. Humming a tune she heard from some time ago. They always said she had a great singing voice. It was a shame she never got a chance to really use it. She continued her tune for a little longer until she heard somepony walking towards her. Opening her eye, she gasped, but the smiled at who it was. “Rarity...” Smiling as radiant as ever, Rarity walked over to her little sister and nuzzled her. “Hello, Sweetie Belle. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” “I missed you,” Sweetie Belle muttered as a tear dripped from her eye. “It’s been... it’s been so hard... so painful without you.” “I know, darling,” Rarity whispered, patting her on the back. “I know, but I’m here now, and it’s all over. Just sleep, little sister. I will watch over you tonight, like I used too.” Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and relaxed. “Can you sing me a song, Rarity? It will help me sleep.” Rarity nodded as she closed her and stroked her sister’s drowsy head as she began to sing. “Hush now, quiet now. It's time to lay your sleepy head. Hush now, quiet now. It's time to go to bed.” *** Luna didn’t think anymore drama would happen that night, but she was wrong. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was all of fate’s cruelty or mercy. She followed the guard down the hall until she reached the cell where Sweetie Belle lay. Two other guards saluted while the doctor was putting away his stethoscope into his bag. He looked at Princess Luna and shook his head. “She’s gone, Princess. My guess is a stroke.” Princess Luna closed her eyes and whispered a small prayer before looking at the peaceful body of Sweetie Belle, who laid on her bed, eyes shut forever. “Does my sister know?” “Yes, she came here first. She just looked at the body and walked away. I think she was crying.” Oh Tia... Luna thought, feeling her heart weep for her sister. First her older sister blamed herself for for failing Blossom, now she was sure to blame herself for this recent death. “I must alert the residents of Ponyville of this... tragedy,” Princess Luna muttered, as she turned around and made her exit. “Shall we remove the body now?” asked one of the guards. Luna stopped and glanced behind her. “No. Not yet. Let her rest just a bit more. She’s had a long, hard life.” And with that, she left, a single tear dripping down her eye.