Streak by lyra_lover777
We were a world away. She was gone, as far away as could be. She, riding to the moon, quite literally, to explore her highest dreams and hopes, head banging to the sound of wubs while she soared through interstellar space.
And here I sat. Plucking the strings of my cello softly while I dreamed of her return.
I quietly loaded my instrument into her case, and carried her onto the balcony. The high tech door beeped at me, greeting me.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. Then I stepped out onto the sculpted balcony. It looked over the now robot filled streets of Canterlot, and began to play.
The cool breeze played with my hair, flipping and twirling it around like a string puppet amid a dance.
The wind and I settled down, and I extracted my instrument, my extension of my body, out of her lovely velvet case.
A second before I struck the bow to the strings of my cello, I looked up at the sky.
A blazing comet streaked across the sky, its light, quite figuratively and literally, an explosion across my vision.
I wondered if she was seeing this right along with me. How romantic....
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I screamed for the millionth time. My purple shades had been lost in the fray, and now I felt as if I had lost my soul as well.
I looked out the thick glass windows, They were streaked with fire. It rippled over its cool surface, making it blazing hot.
The engine had exploded when the spacecraft had reached a certain speed. The scientists who had approved the vessel would hopefully pay for my demise.
The world was hurtling towards us. Soon we would either bun to a crisp when we reached the atmosphere, or hit the ground at the fast paced speed we were at, which would also surely mean death.
I watched as one frantic unicorn tried to teleport out.
She disappeared in a flash of light.
I was about to try myself when several ponies gasped, pointing out the fire claimed windows.
The lime body of the mare floated, almost effortlessly, in space a few kilometers in front of us.
Her body struggled, but soon she went slack, and she floated away to become solar dust while we felt the heat of the flames start to penetrate the metal vessel.
I looked down at beautiful Equus, our planet, our home.
"I love you," I whispered, imagining Octavia could hear.
Then one of the walls exploded several corridors down, bathing the inside of the craft in flames.