When Friends are Said and Dun

by xenos29


Chapter 22

It hadn't been a hard choice to tell Twilight to leave with Pinkie. For that, he allowed himself to be proud. Oh, and to hope the feeling would last until he hit the ground. There was no panic, no feeling of defeat or failure, or even the sad resignation he expected. Just the grip of Blight on his wings, and the wind that forced his eyes wide open, as if to give him ample appreciation for the beauty of the rocks and river he would soon join below.
His helmet was gone, and the jagged debris that fell with him and Blight began to tear at him, his cape and chainmail. Once done, they were little more than rags, their rust and dust fighting to stick to his coat. Soon, even those old marks were gone in a series of filthy brown-black streaks draining from his body. He had forgotten how stale and confining the armor was; it had been too long since he'd been out of it. He slowly rolled his head, feeling quite peaceful. He looked down- not long now. The warm, wet clay on the river bank smelled of a cozy fireplace from long ago, welcoming him to the earth. The instant before he finally met it, he closed his eyes with a final thought.
They were safe, and that mattered to him. Go figure.