Twiley & Me

by Lunatone

Epilogue

I sat here, in the heavy rain, staring at something; something that I didn’t believe at first. But I had to. I knew what I was seeing: it was Twilight’s resting place. It would hold her in an eternal slumber of peace.

Shining Armor and Cadance had already left the site, so I could have some time with her; just like the good old days. But these days weren’t anything like the good old days. These days were dark, haunting and ill. I usually seized the thought of the times Twilight and I had because I didn’t want to spend another second torturing myself from something I couldn’t rectify.

I grovelled for her to come back. I kept yelling: “Twilight! Come back to me please!” But my attempts were only in vain. I sobbed into the dragon lilies—I had picked out for her—until I was able to be in a more collective state. Such, this was surely a moment of obvious lucidity when you stand there to witness a loved one’s passing, yet no longer is it in your power to reverse the transition of death, despite your utmost actions.

But I knew what I had to do: I had to move on with my life because Twilight wouldn’t want me to dwell on her. She wanted me to be happy, and only I could do that.

Yet, knowing that I had to move on with my life, which meant that I wouldn’t be able to think of the moments Twilight and I had shared or else I would fall into my past, how could I move on without thinking about her after she had given me the precious gift of love and friendship? It would mean that everything Twilight and I had been through meant nothing.

But I had to move on. I had no choice. Twilight would want me to move on, and I wanted to do everything to fulfill her wishes, even if it affected me greatly.

I stood up onto my trembling hooves, and noticed how much the sky had dwindled from a rainy, overcast bleakness to a clear morning sky. The sun was at its peak too. The sunlight casted on Twilight’s stone, and I saw the carving that was chiselled into it.

I stared at the etched stone that read her name and date of passing. I didn’t sob this time, though. I smiled. I smiled because I became sisters with a wonderful pony I got to know and love as Twilight Sparkle.

Then I glanced up at the sky, noticing the field of Equestrian clouds across the skyline that had been set ablaze by the burning redness of Celestia’s rising sun. A rainbow even arched across the sky. It felt like a complete serenity was sent from the sun to shine on Twiley and me.

Then I faced Twilight’s headstone again for the last time. “It’s beautiful isn’t it, Twilight? The sky.” I smiled after saying that. “I love you Twiley. I’ll never forget you, Big Sis. And I promise we’ll see each other again. Even if it’s only in my dreams.”

Choking back my tears, I flew into the radiant sky.