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I sat upright, unsure of who I was. Was I Diana, or Echo? Sure beats-
"Author, what is that?!?" Lyra exclaimed. She pointed to a floating, glowing orb with one wispy tendril flowing on top of it. The Author stared at it, somberly. He slowly approached it.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." He said, as cold as his expression. It sent shivers down my spine, all the way through my tail.
"Author? What's wrong?" Dusk asked. Wait, that means-
"It's her," The Author said. "That's Diana's soul. Whatever created Echo in the first place must have created another soul, completely separate from Diana."
"Then... what do we do? How do we save her?" Lyra replied immediately. The Author shook his head.
"Returning a soul to a vessel (not to mention the correct vessel) takes magic, lots of magic. I don't even think Twilight Sparkle has enough magic, even if we helped. This would give Celestia, and Luna combined a run for their money." The Author explained.
"So then... all we gotta do is bring her to the princesses?" Lyra asked.
"Her soul will burn out before we get there."
"But we could use-"
"There isn't enough time."
"But what about the-"
"No time. There's nothing we can do." The Author interjected. "She's got a minute, max." He slowly walked out of the room, and up the stairs. Dusk walked up to her. I could see a tear rolling down his face.
"I'm sorry." He said. "This is all my fault. If I'de never met you... you'd be safe." He said, tears coming faster now. "I never even learned your name."
"No," I said. "Dusk it's not your fault." I rushed to him, to his side. "It's my fault."
He stopped,
Then he looked up at me.
"How can I blame you for being born?" Diana's voice said. We turned and looked at her soul. Around her soul, I could almost see, a strange figure. Two legged and much taller than me, with long forelegs- hang on... arms... with hands and fingers... "You fought for your survival... who can blame you for winning?" The Author walked back into the room.
"I'm fueling her with artron energy from the TARDIS, it will add a little more time to her... afterlife. And as an added bonus, she gets last words."
"But, why can I see her?" I asked.
"Because you know what she looked like." The Author explained.
...
"Author, Can you... can you really travel through dimensions with a magic pendant?" Diana asked.
"It's more like a magic box actually." He laughed slightly.
"Tell my Grandad... tell him that I love him."
I couldn't take it anymore.
"What if we use my soul as energy?"
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"That..." The Author thought for a moment. "That could work! But..."
"Ide die," I replied. "I know, but... she has a life. I see that now. There is, and only will be, one Diana. And destroying her, would be a waste."
"That's very noble of you, Echo." He walked, and put a hoof on my shoulder. "You'll have only done one thing in your brief life... but it was a good- no, great thing!" he said, spinning around. "You, you right there, Echo... You are at the top, the apex, of kindness, the apex, of love, the apex... of humanity. And there's nowhere better to be." I nodded in reply.
"Let's get started."
Do you know, what it's like? Working with the purpose of your own death? It's like your hooves won't move the way you tell them to. Holding things, and even walking becomes hard. But, after a few agonising minutes of preparation, We were ready. But... I wasn't sure I was ready. I mean, I was sacrificing myself, and I hadn't even lived a full day. I began to break down. Tears rolled down my face.
"Are you ok?" Dusk asked, walking over and putting a hoof on my shoulder to comfort me. I shook my head.
"As ok as somepony who's about to die can ever be." I joked.
"Alright! We are, all set!" The Author exclaimed. "And in the nic-of-time too! The TARDIS can't keep this up much longer, she's about to reach critical levels. You ready?" I slowly nodded. I felt sick to my stomach. The Author calmed down and continued. "Don't worry, it won't hurt at all."
"Ok." I nodded. On the floor was a chalk... oh I don't even care enough to describe it. Hey, I'm about to die! I stood on the chalk drawing where the Author pointed. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath,
And was no more.
