The rain was once more ticking itself against the window if Twilight’s office. The unicorn of the asylum just sat in her chair behind the desk. A gentle tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t had any words for the events as they had happened only hours ago.
She had to kill one of her best friends in the entire world just to make sure Equestria would be save that night. Of course did their friendship ended some time ago given the events. But that never took away the powerful memories that she carried about Rarity.
Whether she liked it or not, the unicorn was glad for something that couldn’t be explained. While she was being sad about so many others. Things never had been truly making sense to her and the world was a place that would have never changed whatsoever.
The tear was wiped away from her cheek while another revelation came to her. The very fact that nopony could have been blamed for the death of Rarity. After all, it was she who fired all of her crystals. She was wounded by one of them in the end. Yet the pain still ached deep within her heart about the loss.
In front of her did the book still lay calm. Almost as if it had nothing better to do it just laid there. The unicorn’s amethyst leg coiled up around it and she left her desk for what it was. Only to make her way over to the fire place within the office. Her horn allowed itself to be coated within the coated within the raspberry color. The fires were ignited with ease.
Not only did they provided a much needed warmth for her cold body, but she could also do something that should have been done long ago. The very book was held before her and the mare glanced only at the cover. “You shouldn’t have been found within the depths of those mines. You should have remained lost through the gears of time itself. They failed at doing so, I’ll be making certain not to make that mistake twice,” mumbled Twilight with a cutting glare in her eyes.
Only once the fires were raging violent enough, she would have just thrown the book within it. The very book would have caught fire almost straight away and was used as an added source of fuel for the very flames.
The eyes of Twilight never seemed to have been able to take themselves away from the flames. She wanted to stay with them until the book was consumed whole. Every last page and every single letter must have been turned to charcoal black before she would look away again. Nopony needed to go through the same ordeal as she had been.
She wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. Not again.
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Only once the fires had died down again and she knew that the book was consumed did she turn back around. A deep exhale was released through her nostrils as the eyes glanced through the window. Words went over her tongue that came from a language long dead. Words that formed a sentence that couldn’t have been understood by any other being. Only those that knew in which language she spoke would have understood it.
Then the unicorn locked the door behind her and wandered through the asylum. Hundreds of thoughts rushed through her. Though there was only one thing on her mind that constantly came back. Ponyville, her tree-library to be exact. She had to get away from that place. She just had to get away from the mentally unstable and the insane. She needed to get her old life back, for one of her friends never would have been able to.
“What goes around, comes around they often say,” the mare mumbled to herself. “But some things never change. Time comes and goes as the tides of the sea but memories shall remain. Heh, time, never thought some would have so little of it while others have aplenty.” A deep sigh then followed through her nostrils as she closed the door of the asylum.
Not only did she close the front door, but she also closed off a dark and gruesome chapter of her life. Twilight was ready for a change to happen. A new future to step in with four amazing friends in that always lovely, little town of Ponyville. “Why do things never go easy?” was the last question she asked herself, before going silent again.