Chapter 4 – "You were the one who made my life…"
Ponyville was bathed in bright sunrays and although they were a little too dazzling for Spike’s taste, the mere fact that he was finally able to stretch his limbs after the long journey combined with a light, refreshing breeze was sufficient compensation. If only those ponies could stop staring at him and Twilight! But what can you do, it’s not every day you see a princess walking casually by your store’s windows, chattering lively with a real dragon.
Well, at least they were staring and whispering among themselves, instead of running away and screaming in terror.
“…and we’ll drop by the library on our way to the hospital.” Twilight concluded.
“You’re not going to make me clean those dusty old tomes, are you?”
“Of course not!” she giggled. “No, I’m sure the current librarian is doing just fine.”
Ponyville had changed. For the better, in Spike’s opinion. There was a lot of movement in the streets and it felt like the total number of residents has increased significantly. Some of the timber-framed houses got additional floor and trader thatch for reddish roof tiles, similar to those crowning the Town Hall.
Some well-known points of interest got slightly altered. Everypony’s favorite dating side, Sugarcube Corner retained its original eye-catching marzipan-esque façade and a gingerbread roof, but also got additional glace chimney and a spacious ballroom adjacent to it. Current owners must have expanded their confectionery business by organizing parties and events on a larger scale.
But some places remained the same, although at first Spike thought that the Golden Oak Library had shrunk. He quickly realized that aside from him being bigger, the hollowed tree of knowledge still had formidable, leafy branches and balconies large enough to set a telescope on them. The adjoining beehive was constantly buzzing with little hard-working critters.
Spike was glad that this particular place, with which he associated so many good memories was still intact.
Twilight knocked on the door. She frowned upon a slightly skewed candlestick and straightened in quickly with magic. And just then, a familiar filly opened the door.
No, Spike corrected himself. A familiar mare opened the door. She was no longer a child-sized pony that used to spend her days crusading throughout the town. Taller, with thinner legs and neck, she had grown up into a fine mare, much like her sister. Especially with the white coat, yet not her mane, which had colors of mulberry and pale rose.
“Hello, Sweetie Belle,” Twilight greeted the apparent Ponyville librarian.
“Hi, Twilight… Spike!” Sweetie’s voiced cracked as she assaulted Spike’s neck. “Glad to have you back, Spike!”
“Glad to be back, Sweetie Belle,” Spike smiled when the mare finally let him go. He suddenly felt warm and fuzzy inside knowing that one of his friend actually missed him. “You’re working at the library full time? Did Twilight blackmailed you or something?”
“No, I’m a singer… most of the time,” she replied, turning sideways to reveal her cutie mark: a pink heart with a black music note on it. “I gave up on this year’s tour and came to Ponyville to spend some time with Rarity, and I wanted, you know, after all this singing and shouting… you just want a nice, quiet corner for a change.”
“We’re on our way to see her,” Twilight said. “Would you like to join us?”
“Sure! I was just about to go, too,” Sweetie closed the door and beamed. “Oh, Rarity is going to be so happy when she sees you!”
It was a strange feeling for Spike. Although it had been many years since he saw Sweetie Belle for the last time, he didn't expect her, or anypony for that matter, to be so welcoming. He was expecting uneasiness, hostility, even disgust to a certain degree - after all, he had abandoned Twilight and his life in Canterlot abruptly and without saying goodbye to any of his Ponyville friends. Yet Sweetie Belle seemed genuinely joyous. Did Twilight never inform them why he left? He couldn't really tell.
The trio went through the town and got to the hospital sooner than Spike would expect. As far as he could remember, it used to be located on the outskirts of Ponyville, but on their way they kept passing by recently constructed buildings which only reinforced the impression of a growing community.
“Is anypony with her right now?” Twilight asked.
“Rainbow Dash,” Sweetie Belle nodded. “She hardly even leaves these days. She’s saying that it would against her nature not to stay still there.”
“She actually said that?” Spike asked in surprise.
“You bet!” Sweetie stopped by the hospital entry. “I think she feels that Rarity has… you know, not much time left.”
“I see,” Spike stepped aside to let a pegasus on wheelchair out. “How are you holding up?”
“I don’t know,” the mare stared at the ground. “It’s… difficult.”
As they entered the lobby, a blue pony with a screw on her flank and a pair of plum-colored eyes behind square glasses waved at them.
“Princess Twilight! I see you’ve made it!”
“Hello, nurse Loose,” she greeted the mare and approached her desk. “Is patient Rarity–”
Suddenly, a well-known voice of the fastest flyer in Equestria and the Wonderbolts’ aerial trainer was heard from within the hospital’s halls.
“Doctor Redheart to palliative care, room seven!”
“Room seven!? Oh no!” Sweetie Belle dashed to Twilight. “That’s where Rarity is!”
Spike didn’t need to be told twice. He fell on his front limbs, as moving on all fours was the only way he could fit into the corridor, and while it was terribly clumsy – flowerpots and tables knocked on the way being the best evidence – he ran forward, blazing a trail for Twilight and Sweetie Belle who were just behind him.
“Do something, doc!” Spike heard Rainbow Dash’s trembling voice coming from a room on his right. “What do you mean, you can’t?”
Spike stormed in. There were Rainbow Dash and supposed doctor Redheart inside, both staying by the only bed in the room, surrounded by medical equipment of all sorts. On this bed he saw motionless Rarity.
And for a brief second, they eyes met.
Spike wanted for this moment to last longer, but it sadly didn’t. If there was anything he had learned from his seven-year adventure and recent return to Ponyville, that was the time waited for no one, neither for a pony, nor for a dragon. It all lasted the said brief second, and Spike wasn’t sure if Rarity actually recognized him, or if it was her last breath that moved her lips.
Rarity was gone.
A single, continuous beep coming from the life-supporting machinery filled the room and Spike's mind before it got turned off by doctor Redheart. He slumped on the floor, falling to his knees and shattering lime tiles under his weight. Twilight and Sweetie Belle ran to the bed and fell into crying Rainbow Dash’s embrace, realizing what just happened.
Rarity, the mare Spike adored from the very first moment they’d met, the mare who worked tirelessly in a spirit of generosity to make the world a more beautiful place, the mare who kept sending letters to him even though she received not a single reply…
Rarity, the mare so very special to him… was gone.
Spike approached the bed. Rarity had been struggling with the illness for a long time, suffice to say that her coat lost its usual glamour and took a color of unhealthy, pale yellow in place of brilliant white. Her mane got thinned drastically, but was still combed into and elegant coiffure, although the colors seemed faded. But her eyes, still staring into a place where Spike stood a while ago, remained the same. Azure. Enchanting. Beautiful.
And then Twilight put a hoof on Rarity’s face, closing those remarkable eyes and covering the mare entirely with a fresh white sheet.
“Goodbye, my friend,” she whispered, rivers of tears flowing from her eyes. She stepped back to crying Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash and embraced them. “We’re going to miss you.”
As for Spike, he scrambled outside the room. Tears of a growing dragon were an extremely uncommon sight, mainly because their faces, covered with rows of adamant scales revealed hardly any emotions. But little Spike cried. On the outside… and inside.
“Mr. Spike?” said somepony behind him. It was a amaranth-maned mare wearing a medical apron and a stethoscope on her neck. “Hi, I’m doctor Redheart, I don’t know if you remember me?"
Of course he did, although back in the days she was just a nurse at the Ponyville Hospital.
"Miss Rarity had me write this earlier today," she continued. "I was going to send it, but since you’re already here, I figured there’s no need to. Here,” she gave him a folded piece of paper.
“Thank you…”
“My sincere sympathies, Mr. Spike.”
Spike caught a glimpse of Twilight trotting up to doctor Redheart and inquiring about something, but as he was already on his way out, he didn’t listen. He looked at the letter. It was definitely Rarity’s paper and ink, but obviously not her style. It was surprisingly readable for an earth pony physician’s writing, but it lacked Rarity’s elegance. The paper was creased and the letters were larger than in previous letters, even a bit cramped, and although several ink stains were something of a decoration, there were no match for exquisite and high-toned swirls.
As he went outside, Spike put the letter closer to his face, coughing almost immediately. It smelled with medicine and anesthetics… well, it smelled like all hospitals do.
He took a deep breath and began reading Rarity’s final message to him.
Mr. Spike,
As Miss Rarity is currently indisposed to hold a writing feather on her own, she asked me to write this following leather for her. As her attending physician, I assure you that I will not reveal its content to anyone under no circumstances whatsoever.
Doctor Redheart
Dear Spikey-Wikey!
I am afraid that I’m a bit under the weather right now. But that’s okay, I left the boutique in capable hooves. Flickerflight is an exceptional mare, I’m convinced she’ll do fine. I think I managed not to leave any matters unclosed, but I guess we’ll see about that.
My friends come here every day to keep me company. I hate to be a burden for them, but they insist. They are kind, they make me laugh, they stay with me. So many things have changed, but their greatest qualities remained the same. They remained the same. Remember to never lose faith in who you really are and keep to those you trust no matter what.
This is probably my last letter to you, Spike. I hope that you’re going to live a long and good life. Perhaps mine wasn’t as long as I wished, but I cherished every moment of it, especially time spent with you. I only regret that I might not see you again.
Farewell, dear Spike.
Yours,
Rarity
“Farewell, Rarity,” Spike whispered. He turned around to see Twilight, Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash standing right next to him. Twilight handed him a small object. “Doctor Redheart said it was going to go with the letter.”
“An envelope? But I already–”
“Turn it over.”
Spike took the envelope and did as she advised, revealing the way it was addressed. At first he couldn't believe his eyes, then he became even more confused.
Spike the Dragon, Ponyville.
“I… I don’t understand,” he showed the envelope to Sweetie and Rainbow. “How could she possibly know–”
“She didn’t,” Twilight said softly. “She believed.”
There were no words that could describe how Spike felt right now. Lost, yet found. Confused, yet tranquil. Chained, yet liberated.
“We’re going to get the rest of our friends,” Sweetie Belle said. “And prepare the ceremony for tomorrow. Would you like to come with us?”
“No, thanks,” Spike replied, adding the fourth letter and the envelope to the growing pile of memories in his woven sack. “I’d rather… be alone now.”
“I understand,” Twilight nodded and reached to embrace Spike’s neck. “We’ll talk later. See you tomorrow, then?”
“Of course. And…” he hesitated. “Thank you for bringing me back, Twi.”
As the ponies and the dragon went their separate ways, the princess smiled. She was glad that she fulfilled the task entrusted by Rarity, but also one of her own: she made a huge step towards reuniting with her Number One Assistant. Perhaps it was going to take time before they could fully trust each other again, but they were undoubtedly better now. Twilight believed that from now on, many things were going to get much easier – for her and Spike alike.
Those next hours he didn’t spend resting, Spike devoted to wandering around the town and reminiscing about Rarity. He visited every place that reminded him of her, but he consequently steered clear from a Ponyville post office and the Carousel Boutique. He was going to have plenty of time for that later.
For now, as the sun was hiding behind the horizon, he enjoyed occupying a certain bridge built of pink stone.
* * *
At first Spike was reluctant to show up at the funeral. He was afraid of alienation, completely justified anyway as he didn’t keep in touch with any of his old friends for years. But here’s an interesting thing about funerals: you’re bound to meet plenty of individuals that you hardly ever met, or have nothing in common with. Nothing, but shared feeling of respect towards those who passed away.
And so he went, and he didn’t feel alienated at all. All of his Ponyville friends remained his friends. For a moment he wondered if they actually knew what had happened between him and Twilight, but when it turned out that they were all happy to see him it ceased to matter. They smiled and waved at him when they saw him, of course in so far as the solemn nature of the ceremony allowed.
There were Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, some of them with their life companions, whether mares or stallions, and some of them even with offspring of their own. There were Princesses Celestia and Luna, Crystal Princess Cadence with Shining Armor. The ex-Cutie Mark Crusaders with their purpose in life finally discovered. For some reason Gilda with a crimson-coated griffon by her side. Slightly nervous Trixie with a miniature version of herself differing only by an orange-yellow mane, but not the coat. Fido, Rover and Spot, the infamous Diamond Dogs. A seemingly misplaced pony with a white goatee, a crooked bite and a single fang sticking out of his muzzle. And so on, and on…
Spike stood in the back of the growing crowd and could see them all, glad that although he didn’t make it on time – or perhaps he did, just in time – Rarity was never alone. Not during her final hours, not now, in the end.
Princess Twilight Sparkle lit the candles by an elegant, oaken coffin, illuminating a small, silver frame with the portrait of smiling Rarity. She approached a lectern, cleared her throat and began the ceremony.
“We’ve gathered here today…”
* * *
What will you do when you will face the end?
Because you will face it, eventually, as we all will. Sooner or later some chapters of our stories are meant to come to a closure. Sooner or later we are going to be challenged by passing of our friends, families, people close to us. And, sooner or later, we are all going to face the end, regardless of race, religion, orientation or values which we adhere in life.
You will then stand proud, knowing that you lived your life to the best of yourself as well as the others, that you didn’t waste it on pointless quarrels and unnecessary grief and that you stayed true to what is really important.
And that’s exactly what you and me alike should do.
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So I guess this is it! I hope that you've found reading my story worthwhile - if you have any final thoughts (a verdict, perhaps?) don't hesitate to drop them somewhere. Either here, or better yet, under this blog post. Be sure to check it out and tell me if you'd be interested in a sequel to Fading Away. And if you're in a hurry, thanks anyways for your support!
Wow what a way to end a story, I do wish that Rarity had a chance to talk to spike but any way wonderful story Prane and keep up the good work!
cute sweet and sad.
Well done...
Wow....just no words ,
No words I can think of would fit this situation.
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My heart was broken in the first paragraph of the first chapter, and it just got worse from there. I need to go spend a few hours sobbing in the fetal position, now.
You have made me, a person practically made of stone feel.
Well done my friend.
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Glad that you enjoyed it! And I guess Spike and Rarity weren't meant to talk to each other in the end... poor Spike.
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It's okay, man. I'll stay and watch over you for these hours to make sure you'll recover.
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Really? Aww, I was aiming at sad, sweet and cute, in that order...
Just kidding! Thanks for commenting, friend!
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Thank you, glad that you like it!
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No problem, lack of words is actually a fitting response. Thanks!
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Thanks for the support, Jason, it's really appreciated!
I told you that you'll be needing them tears.
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Achievement unlocked: make DARKPHANTOM13 actually feel. Yay!
I love you for this feel-packed story. I hate you for doing that to Rarity (and by proxy, Spike).
You my friend, have a gift. Your story is beautiful.
Well... This is a great read, totally made my top ten. I like the how this story feels like this could happen, absolutely believable.
and I like how they are presented in this story. They have their disagreements or differences, but deep down they have a special connection, be it BFFs, siblings, mother and son, or romantic interests, they depend one another for in many ways.
Noticed some grammar errors in earlier chapters, but let them slide because they didn't interfere the story. That's how good it was.
My favorite characters are
The story lives up to its tags and am cool with the ending.
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There are just too many tragic thing about this story, I think. Obviously, you have the fact that Rarity is dead which is sad on its own. Then you have the fact that Spike missed the last seven years of her life on a stupid grudge with another pony, entirely. That Rarity was trying in vain to find him that entire time just ups the angst factor to eleven since it shows just how much his absence impacted her. Then, at the very end, Spike is robbed of his chance for catharsis. He makes it, but only just as she dies, so close that he doesn't even know if she really saw him before she went or if she died not knowing if he was even alive or dead, himself. He never got to talk to her, tell her the things I'm sure he wanted and needed to before she died, and never got to hear the things from her that he may have needed to hear before she died. The way the chapter titles add up to their own letter to Spike really captures that: their relationship, whatever it was or could have been, will never be complete. The final letter provided some matter-of-fact info, some pithy advice, and confirmation that she missed Spike (which the other letters already told us, really), but it just didn't feel like it gave any answers that would have given Spike closure. I can only hope that if you do a sequel Spike will be able to find a letter somewhere that will give him something. I don't know what, exactly, but... something.
Now, sequel.
I love the story, it's not at the point were it makes me cry (But it was close), but still sad indeed... Unfortunately I noticed something's in this chapter... and my personality forces me to point them out:
Loose? Screw Loose? The insane barking pony?
That's one miracle recovery in just a few years...
Please, don't tell me this is a reference to what I think it is...
Why is Discord in disguise?
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I won't lie, I sometimes feel bad for conceiving such idea. Fun fact: Rarity is my favorite of the Main 6 - I guess I should now write something in which she actually conquers the odds.
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A gift? Well, a wise man once said that with great power comes great responsibility... I shall make the best of it, thanks!
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Thank you for thinking of it as a possible thing to happen, its believability was one of my biggest concern!
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Whoa, by the amount of words I see how deeply reading this story has affected you! I'm kinda... proud and ashamed at the same time. And you've listed all tragic themes, thanks for that! I honestly never thought of them that way - I promise I'll do my best to deliver the 'something' in the sequel... someday.
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Well, not anytime soon, friend. But sequel is definitely something I'd like to work on in the future!
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Indeed, this is the very same Screw Loose! I figured that somepony who had (likely) spent a large chunk of her life in a hospital ward would be a perfect employee. But I don't think of it as a miracle - after all she seemed quite alright in Just for Sidekicks, and I'm certain that the loving community of Ponyville helped her recover.
I think Discord chose to disguise himself so he could cry freely at the ceremony. Because, you know, draconequuses are way to cool to get all emotional in front of everypony! Or perhaps something happened to him in the last couple of years? Who knows, who knows...
And lastly, regarding Gilda's companion - the beauty of your inquire allows me to answer 'it is' or 'it's not' without even knowing if we're on the same wavelengths. So... it is!
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Well, I did have to sleep on it before I could form a proper response, so I had a good chance to figure things out. Really, it's still percolating in my mind. I've read a few Rarity dies Sparity sadfics before, but I think with the others there was more of a sense of closure. Rarity dies of old age after a long relationship with Spike, they die together of old age due to some form of preservation, or Spike at least gets to give Rarity some final words. Don't get me wrong, I think the rawness of the tragedy in this case is very good from a storytelling point of view. Still, throwing Spike a metaphorical bone for the sequel would be nice. I'd thought it would be cool for Spike to find out Rarity had a foal (whether his or not... the story sort of leaves a lot of possibility open for what their relationship was like between current canon time and the time he left, and the devotion Rarity puts in her letters does make it feel like there was some kind of very strong connection beyond friendship in the past, even if it was only a one-night stand), and then ends up raising or helping raising it out of loyalty to Rarity's memory. Or perhaps some project that Rarity never got the chance to finish. Spike ending up with Rarity's assistant would also be interesting, but I don't think it would work except as a result of the closure due to being able to move on. I think the best I've thought of so far would be if those letters really went into detail about Rarity's feelings for Spike and about certain events in their lives together. She wrote that she enjoyed their time together the most, but I didn't get the feeling that she did. Having Spike slowly find various letters in which she reveals the extent of her feelings would be both sad and very sweet and cathartic. I feel like it would be most interesting for him to find them out of order, and perhaps at first he finds later ones when she's calm and composed and then starts finding earlier ones where she's more stiff, then going earlier to bitter and angry, and then he gets to the letters that are maybe a year or two after he leaves in which she's desperately trying to convince him to return by just telling him everything. The first letters, I would imagine, would be more like the last ones, full of unwavering faith that Spike would return, but perhaps without the comprehension of how long that would really be, a more naive faith than the last ones. But, y'know, that's just what's been going through my mind for the past day or so. I'm sure you could probably figure out something even more suitable given the time.
That ending diddn't feel satysfying for me, after all this traveling they did and your backstory through letters, I expected Spike to be able to talk to Rarity one last time. But anyways, you are an amazing writer but I wish it would've ended differently. 4/5
... A little short. Hard to get a good emotional gravity or impact from this. Should of extended it out by at least another chapter or two... or lengthen the chapters by another 1-2k words.
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Well, I wouldn't have expected to satisfy everyone's tastes, but 4 out of 5 is fine in my book! And thanks for dropping by!
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When it comes to its length it was planned as such from the beginning, so I won't change it. I am, however, considering a sequel, so perhaps in the future you'll be able to feel the impact better. In any case, thank you for commenting!
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In this quote lies that metaphorical bone, and from what I see we're on similar wavelengths on how we'd imagine a sequel. Yes, collecting the remaining letters is definitely something that I'd like to include, but Celestia forbid Spike hitting on Flickerflight! I feel that her character is going to be key figure when it comes to supplementing whatever Spike will find in the letters, but not a love interest - Rarity was probably irreplaceable in that matter. But then again, that's planning, outlining and writing, all of which will happen months from now, I suppose.
Once again thank you for your insight!
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Didn't expect a change, just saying my thoughts.
Wow, this story turned out to be short. But it works very well, it's a great little piece. Reminds me of many short stories I've read over the years that just imagine and describe a certain idea, situation, a certain circumstance, maybe with a bit of backstory, but not do a "full" storyline. I like those every once in a while.
Anyway, I'm at work so I didn't change my expression but I felt a lump in my throat and that doesn't happen often. But it's not a nagging sad that would haunt me for the rest of the day and make me question why the hell did I even read it (some stories were like that for me. "Piece of a grey cloud", or "In memory of", for example. Great works too but depressing as hell). This is a beautiful sad, the kind that you accept as it feels right, meaningful and other such bullshit.
Also, was that one dragon's name ever explained? I thought you promised! (Unless I'm completely mixing up stories here. Or unless I missed some hints).
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Thank you very much, I'm glad that you enjoyed it despite its shortness!
As for the name, I ultimately chose not to explain it in the story (I know, I'm a terrible teasing person!). Instead, just as I mentioned in the follow-up, I'm probably going to write a sequel one day that will give more insight into anything anybody would want to know about Kryvarost himself, his relations with Spike, Equestria/Dragon Dominion political situation... and more!
I felt that mentioning the explanation somewhere in a random two-sentence thought would be lazy and meaningless, while dedicating a good chunk of a sequel is just the way to introduce it. Please forgive me if not revealing it immediately disappointed you! I feel bad because of that, but I'll do my best to make it up to you in few months' time. And once again thanks for staying around!
3473539 Don't worry dude, while I'm curious, it's not like it's eating me up or anything. I thought you just forgot. Don't feel any pressure and take all the time you want/need for your next story! I'm sure most people have things to keep them busy while you do quality work without rushing.
there's only one thing i hate more than spike,and god knows i despise him.
and thats when some prick author writes a spike centric story that is well thought out,well written and not only makes me cry but makes me like spike. im not going to say that retarded manly tears or liquid pride bullshit,i cried,unashamedly at this sad yet beautiful story.
so i hope your happy author now have to exit the stock cl0set at the school i work at and explain why the custodian covered in scars and tattoos with more muscle mass than remotely necessary is red eyed,damp faced and sniffling.
upvoted,faved and most importantly i think.
fuck you.
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I'm not entirely sure how to respond, so a generic 'thanks for dropping by and commenting' will have to do - have a wonderful, Spike-free day, mate!
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dont misconstrue my intentions withe that comment,i only use personal attacks via swearing to authors who not only temind me i have feelings but manage to break my bias versus charecters i hate and use said charecters to do so. i was well more than impressed and will undoubtedly read it again.... prolly several times.
Y-you—I— pardon the language, but FUCKING SHIT!!!!!
What have you done?!! I don't appreciate being brought to tears! It--just, keep writing! Don't ever stop! This was probably the only fic to make me cry. I don't cry. Ever. How dare you break my streak?!! How dare to write one of the most amazing fics ever?!!
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*hugs* Shh... it's alright now, everything is going to be fine. Don't neglect your tears, they're a proof that you can still feel, which is good!
That said, thank you for faving, liking and commenting on this story of mine! It was designed to be sad, but should you need something more uplifting you're more than welcome to check my other fics. Once again, thanks for feedback and sorry for breaking your feelsmeter.
Dear Sir,
You have a gift! This story made me cry. It realy got me and i loved every moment of it. So i thank you for a story that I will read over and over again.
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Dear Yurtus,
It probably doesn't sound right, but... I'm glad to hear that you cried! That said, thanks for giving it a read. I can only hope that you'll be enjoying this story in the weeks/months/years to come!
I cried. I cried a lot. Almost a full 20 minutes. I don't know how you did it, because this story is just pure beautiful sadness. It really made me thought about life and the fact that I was born here to die. I loved every simple detail and the way you wrote this was absolutely amazing. I hope you will write something more like this in the future. The feels
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Thank you! It's hardly a How To Live guide, but I'm glad to hear that you've found the story though-provoking.
This is pretty sad, but also sounds kind of half-baked.... so it loses a good bit of impact...
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I don't think you've inferred correctly. You do realize that the first letter, the one about the fabric, was sent about 7-7.5 years ago, but it's being delivered only now? And that Twilight's decree about the dragons only sounded bad from Spike's point of view, who let his emotions cloud his judgment? It wasn't even close to the actual act of slavery.
That said, characters may seem OOC to you (btw I don't know what you mean by "so many characters"; there's like three of them in the story), because they are not Twilight and Spike that we know from the series. They are Twilight and Spike that we know from the series after many years of changes, going through the adversities of life, and making tough decisions. I dare say this justifies their behavior to some extent.
All in all, thank you for giving my story a read. It's a shame it didn't live up to your expectations.
DE FEELZ!
This, Was. Beautiful!
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Hey, thanks for giving the story a read and please thank your sister for recommending it!
WAAAA this is soo sad and a good story
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WOOOO I'm surprised that you found this one! It's one of my older works and probably has a ton of issues, but I'm glad you found reading it worthwhile.
6573112 it awesome I LOVE IT
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Thank you for saying that, and thanks for the follow! I hope you'll love some of my other stories, too. There's plenty to choose from.
This story has been in my "read-later" list for a LONG time, and I finally managed to come and read it.
It's a really good story, but there were grammar errors abound. Aside from that, it was a good read. Take an upvote.
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First off, congratulations on reaching it in your "read-later" list! It's an oldie, and I know its execution isn't perfect, but should you stumble upon some of my newer stories you'll find slightly less errors there.
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Thanks for dropping by!
It's difficult for me to provide insight to this 3+ years old story, but as far as I remember, the general idea behind the notion was to make sure that Equestrians have enough information about local dragons to be able to contain them if they try to pose a danger to ponies. I don't think there was ever any border tension behind it - just hoping for the best while preparing for the worst.
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This was... Beautiful... I've been looking through a lot of Sad stories/Slice of life- based around spike... and this was just... so beautiful
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Thank you kindly for giving it a shot. Writing about beloved characters passing away is difficult and I hope it didn't turn out too depressive.
Damn, this is all kinds of heart stabbing.