* FIGHT
Frisk believed with all their might that Tia would be fine, it was just a test right?
The mare fell to her knees, a large gash tore clean through her robe and her chest. The cloth slipped off, a pair of white swan like wings unfurled from her back and hung limply as Tia smiled through the pain.
She told Frisk that they did well, that this was not their fault and asked them to be good. As her body crumbled away into fine, white dust Tia unlocked the exit and spoke of a Luck Dragon that lived not far beyond the exit, a dragon that would help them. She continued to smile, even as the last of her body turned to dust.
Frisk stood in shock as a white upside-down heart with a smaller red heart inside floated up from the pile, it seemed to wobble and waver in the air for a moment before it shattered into a million pieces. Numbly, they gathered her remains into her cloak and carried them upstairs and through the house to her room. Nothing else mattered as they placed the remains on her bed, found some paper, a pencil and wrote a note. They left the note on the dining room table and trudged back down towards the RUINS exit.
They barely paid attention to Twily as she congratulated them on living up to her ideals. The rest of her speech was tuned out as they walked past her towards the exit. Frisk had a job to do and in the name of Princess Celestia, they were determined to carry it out.
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