The doctor stared at the sleeping form of the filly. Brown and blond hair spilled over the tiny wings and the gray fur, as the child clung to a silver key on a faded string.
The doctor opened the letter that he had found with her, he already knew what it would say.
To my Dearest Doctor,
It has been a little under a year since you left to fight the master, as I write this I know I will not live to see that goofy grin of yours again. It is not your fault, it is simply life. While you went to fight a greater evil, smaller evils continued their tirade against good, and as always there were ponies who stepped up to protect those they love.
Now it is my turn, I know that you shall return before the year is out but I am sorry to say I shall not be here. I fight to protect those whom I love, and I write this now knowing that it will cost me my life.
“Don’t blame yourself” words you have heard before and continue to ignore. So instead of wasting time I tell you this: I love you, and I know you love me. I go to my death knowing this.
We have faced evils from your world and mine, faced inter-dimensional beings, metal ponies, lords of chaos and entities of magic alike. We have lost friends and saved worlds, and created life.
You must already know this but I will say it anyways, the filly before you is our daughter. I have asked carrot top to leave her with you when you return, she needs a father and she already has one of the best.
Her name is Tempest, she is my parting gift to you and our legacy. Over the years we have known each other I like to think I have taught you many things, now I pass this privilege on to our daughter. As much as it hurts now it is better to love and lost then to never have loved at all to quote Shakespeare, and it is true, don’t let the prospect goodbye keep you from saying hello. Besides what is point of hello if you never say goodbye.
Through out my life I have had a hard time, I can count on my hooves how many ponies that haven’t assumed I was a retard. Despite my lazy eye and my aphasia jumbling up my words you always saw the mare inside. You made me feel like the brightest, smartest and most beautiful mare in the universe.
The past doesn’t make a pony but the choices they make now, the story can always change until the end.
As you once said every story needs a death or it loses meaning. My story has run its course, it is only a tragedy if you focus on the ending, it was the journey here that makes this goodbye bittersweet.
Please don’t run from the past anymore, instead of letting your hearts break at reminders see the joy in them. When you see muffins think of me.
I remember when we first met, I thought you were insane, now I know you are, and I love more for it. That lopsided grin carefree attitude and the fire in your eyes. There are only two things I regret now, not being there to watch our daughter grow into a wonderful mare, and that I didn’t get to see that goofy grin again.
I will wait for on the other side with a picnic of muffins, butter, and pears (just to bother you).
Forever, your loving assistant, Ditzy Doo/Derpy Hooves
As the doctor finished the letter he lay down by the box and closed his eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe the tears that flowed down his cheeks. The sobs racked his body, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He only paused in his grieving at the touch of two little hooves.