//------------------------------// // What am I worth, Rainbow Dash? // Story: Last day of the Deadmare // by Sparkfire //------------------------------// The Last Day of the Dead Mare - A Super Equestria Story By Sparkfire What Am I worth, Rainbow Dash? You’ve probably never heard of me. I wasn’t that famous. You can call me the Cloudsdale Brand- though my friends called me Scootaloo back when I was alive. Yeah, I’m dead. Died when I was Twenty, which sucks. Now I spend most of my time watching over the living. Sorta like a guardian angel - Specifically to the kids of my friends. Apple Blooms ‘kids’ are the most unique. Mostly because she built all them when we were eight. Platinum is alright, if a little girly. Lead seems to be a Lunkhead, and Mercury is just crazy. And to top it all off, she has more of them. I didn’t even know machines could be as life-like as these are. Sweetie Belle is now a mother. Cute kid, save for the fact he can turn into any animal on the planet. How she puts up with that, I’ll never know. He may be adopted, yet he fits in with her family really nicely. I have no clue how. Maybe Rarity mellowed out over the years. Who knows, but she does accept him - even if he’s green. All these kids with superpowers though, makes me wonder. Was I worth anything? I mean I was only active as the Cloudsdale Brand for three years. Sure I was good at stunts and stuff, but how does that compare to ponies who do what I did like it’s no big deal. Yeah, being dead sucks flank big time. Gives you too much time to think. Still, I doubt I ever made a difference in anyponies’ lives, even when I was one of the living. That’s just how it is. The dead know their true value to the world. “Scootaloo, I have an assignment for you.” The entity behind me spoke. “Oh goody. I hope it’s like the last one. I mean, a rich filly that decided to commit suicide because she was bored? How the hell does boredom amount to a bucking good reason for suicide?” I said, Sarcastically for part of it, and disbelief for the second part. Seriously, the only reason she try to kill her was nothing exciting happened to her. At the time, I was wondering what the point of helping her was. It was easy to solve, but I definitely don’t want to deal with that kind of stupid again. “Oh, this will be your last assignment Scootaloo. You see, a fillys’ life is endangered due to a very powerful and dangerous monster. Succeed, and you’ll find you reward will far surpass your expectations. However, there is a downside.” “Ok Rama, I’ll bite. What happens to me this time. I get sealed into a cat for a month? A bird?” “None of the above. If you fail, you will cease to exist.” Rama, said entity, spoke matter of factly. “Wait, What?” I asked, incredulous of her statement. Ceasing to exist is not something I ever really considered. “You will be erased from existance. This the drawback of dieing while a ghost. Oh, and the fact that failing means that, if this monster wins, everything that lives will die. Does that answer any other questions you have?” With a sigh, I ask the only question I can. “Where is this filly ‘o’destiny’ at? I wanna make sure I get save the right filly.” “At the Ponyville cemetery is where you’ll find her. Trust me, it will shock you when you meet her in person. She will see you, but until this monster is stopped you’ll never see her.” “Great,just great. At least I get to visit my body. I’m probably the only one who visit my anyway. Guess it’s because I was unimportant.” “Scootaloo, you are not unimportant now nor when you were alive. You …..” I cut Rama off fast. “Rama, Don’t sugar coat it for me. When I died, I saw just how important to everypony I was. I...I know I’m unimportant. Both dead and alive, but as long I as CAN do something to help those who need help, I will help them. Even if they don’t realize it, they have somepony who is at least willing to try to help them. “I may be useless in the grand scheme of thing, but that doesn’t means I can't do something” There, I said it. Had to be said. I was young, stupid, naive and thought the world revolved around me back before I died. Now I’ve seen the light, both literally and figuratively. “That is far from the truth. Your perceived importance/unimportance to the world doesn’t matter even if you’re dead. You won’t understand till this over, but you will understand.” Guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree. Rama always was cryptic like that anyway. “Look, I’m going to the graveyard. If I don’t exist anymore, I failed. I don’t, well keep you reward anyway. It’ll just be wasted on me.” With that, I was off. When I got there, it was night. “Well, better start looking for whatever the hell this monster is. I start at my grave since it’s close to the front. Wait...why is somepony sitting at my grave?” Yeah, somepony was sitting right in front of it. And, I was shocked at who it was. A Cyan mare with a rainbow mane and tail, and it looked like she had been crying. I could only say one thing, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “Rainbow?” This was not right. Why is she here? And she’s crying, at my grave. What the tartarus is going on here? I just sigh. This is going to be a long night.