Chapter 25: The Sacrifice
But love, True love will not let you go without hope. Love will give you the strength to break the chains and continue on. Love will help you rise from the darkness and into the light as you raise a sword in one hand and a shield in the other once more ready to fight, to protect, despite all the pain. That is True love."
~Spikethed
Spike opened his eyes and he was back in the real world. The storms were still raging, his friends were still injured, and his love was still dead.
“Please. Stop!” choked Rainbow, who had managed to end up in the grasp of the dragon. “I don’t want to die!”
“Rainbow?” gasped Spike, immediately letting go of her, the rainbow pony falling onto the ground. “What happened?”
“You went berserk!” said Rainbow, panting heavily as she picked herself off the ground. “After you…after you killed Rarity, you went crazy; we thought we had lost you to him. Curator told us all to run, that there was nothing that could be done to save you, so he had everyone else head out off of the roof. He wanted to try and stop you himself.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“I couldn’t let him do this by himself!” she grinned, spitting out a bit of blood. “I had to help, much to everyone’s dismay. I ain’t the element of loyalty cause I run away when there’s trouble.”
“So everyone is safe?” asked the dragon.
“Yeah…” she said quietly. “Everyone but me and Curator left, and he’s well…” She motioned her head towards the back of the dragon. “He did charge first, trying to get that necklace around your neck.”
Spike turned around to see Curator lying on the ground; he was covered with large deep gouges and scratches. Large chunks of skin were showing, revealing bone as the alicorn’s glassy yellow eyes shuddered. The pony struggled with every breath he took, life short for this world.
“Rainbow, get the others, he needs medical help NOW!” Spike ordered, dropping to Curator’s side. “Go!”
“Right,” nodded Rainbow, quickly dashing to the entrance from the roof and heading back inside.
“D-d-dragon?” stuttered Curator, his words frail and weak. “Is t-t-that you?”
“It’s me, Curator,” smiled Spike. “Conquest is gone, I watched him get torn apart.”
“He’s been through that before,” coughed the white alicorn. “I’ve seen it, lived through it. He’ll just pull himself back together…like he always does.”
The dragon shook his head, “Not this time… He’s gone from this world. For good.”
“How is that possible?”
“What did you see when Conquest controlled you?” asked the purple drake.
“Hate,” muttered Curator. “Anger, suffering, greed, lust, insanity…squirrels, among other things. Why, did you see something different?”
“I did,” said Spike. “I saw him, Curator. Conquest, when he was a child. I saw what his life was like. You know he wasn’t always this way. He was just a kid, a normal run of the mill pony.”
“Then what happened to him?” asked the alicorn. “What made him so…vile?”
“Ponies,” sighed Spike. “It was the vile nature of the ponies that made him the way he was. The bad side of ponies anyway. All he ever knew was the bad; he was never shown the good side of their nature, so he thought it was non-existent. He was incapable of compassion and forgiveness because he was never shown it. He had lived a terrible life, so it was inevitable that he would become such a monster. His hate was undying, letting him push through such pain and torment. He called himself crazy but he always knew what he was doing. It’s a really long story, I’ll tell you when you’re not on the verge of dying.”
“But I still don’t understand how you were able to defeat him.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t think I did,” said Spike. “When I forgave him, he wasn’t mentally able to take it, he was too far lost. He needed his hatred to survive, even if it meant his death. When I gave him a hug, he got mad. So he did whatever he could do to keep his hatred flowing. I saw every single pony, griffon, dragon, anything that he had killed. They all turned on him, tore him apart limb from limb in silence. Like I said, I didn’t defeat him. He did it himself.”
“So you are sure that he was dead?
“Pretty sure. I woke up and I was in the middle of strangling Rainbow.”
“Is she—“
“Yeah,” said Spike, cutting the pony off. “She’s fine, nothing but a few scrapes here and there. Wings still crippled as hell.”
“Good,” smiled Curator. “I am glad that she is safe. She was a very good fighter, despite her injuries. Tried to save me before you almost ripped me in half.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Spike.
“Not your fault, it was his…” Curator mumbled. “Speaking of him, come closer…”
Spike leaned closer to the fallen pony. Curator was in really bad shape, his blood was starting to flow out less and less, his own white coat growing dim and pale, his mane losing his colour, and his eyes looked pale.
“Put this on…” he whispered, reaching under his body and levitating the strange amulet from underneath. “If he is even remotely alive in there, this will flesh him out.”
“What is this anyway?” asked the dragon, staring at the floating amulet. “It’s was never truly explained to me.”
“No one really knows what it is, not even me,” said Curator. “All I know is that those with a pure heart can unlock its power when it’s needed the most, and those who are evil burn at the touch of it. It is a shield, not a sword; it will never take a life, only save them. Wear it, so I may see if any evil still lingers in your body.
“Okay,” said Spike, grabbing the golden chain of the necklace. Almost at the touch of the metal, the heart shaped jewel illuminated with a bright and powerful white light. The dragon felt a pain in his stomach, burning with the passion of a thousand fires. He felt the pain crawl up his throat as he vomited out a river of black sludge. There was a lump in his throat that pressed past the lips of his mouth, as a blob of black fell to the ground.
“Just as I feared…” sighed Curator, as he painfully got up from the ground, wobbling as he leaned on the dragon for support. “He still lives.”
“What?!” gasped Spike, looking down at the puddle of dark liquid he had barfed up. Laying in the pool of filth, was a small dark colt curled up in a ball, slowly whimpering and giggling to himself in illiterate ramblings. “But I thought—“
“Like you said, his mind was incapable of such forgiveness. But his body still remains,” said Curator, limping up to the colt. “You still have done me a great service. You managed to shatter the mind of a mad mare, or stallion in this case.”
“But he’s still alive!” roared Spike. “This is ridiculous!”
“He may be alive, but he a shadow of his former self. His magic and strength are gone, but I sense he is slowly rebuilding it. If we are to end this, it must be done now.”
“And how do we do that?” asked Spike. “We’ve tried everything!”
“What does darkness fear the most?” wondered Curator.
“I don’t know…”
The white alicorn looked up into the sky. “I think it is time to end the madness,” he said. “The sun seems like a fitting end for us.”
“Excuse me?” baffled Spike.
Curator smiled. “Spike, he feeds off of the hatred of everypony, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t see why—“
“Then as long as I am alive, he will keep coming back,” he said. “I have seen everything he has done, every life he has taken, and I was the puppet he used to do it with. I was his slave for thousands of years, I can never forgive what he has done to me and to others, and it is that hate that keeps him breathing at this moment.”
“But what about—“
“It has to be this way, Spike,” the white stallion said, levitating the small gibbering colt onto his back. “The sun is powerful enough to make sure that our bodies are completely incinerated, and with my anger put to rest, he will not likely come back.”
“But still—“
“Tell my sisters I love them, and that I’m sorry for all I have done,” he said before taking off, using every last bit of energy he had left to flap his wings. “Especially Luna.”
Spike watched in shocked awe as he flew, growing farther and farther away from him. Part of him wanted to go after Curator, to drag him down and try to talk some sense into him, but he knew he couldn’t. Conquest was too dangerous to be kept alive. He and Curator knew this more than anyone. This was a mercy, for both of the alicorns, and Curator was probably too proud to admit it. This was just as much for him that it was for Conquest. He wanted to die as Curator, the free and righteous pony that had defended Equestria, defeated evil, and won back the ponies freedom from a crueler dragon race.
“Be at peace, both of you,” said Spike, as he watched the majestic white alicorn charge strait into the sun. There was a fiery flash of light as Curator and Conquest were engulfed in the flames. Spike had to avert his eyes to prevent from going blind. When he looked back up to the sky, they were both gone, disintegrated from this plane of existence.
It took over five thousand years, countless innocents, two wars, the kindness of a dragon and the sacrifice of a noble alicorn, but it was finally over.
Conquest was finally gone forever.
The sudden reality of the situation hit Spike like a wrecking ball. “RARITY!” he cried. He felt ashamed that he had almost forgotten his love. How could he have forgotten such an important thing!?
He rushed over to her heartless and cold body; her fur was soaked from blood loss and rainwater. Her mascara had run down her closed, soft eyes, and of her frozen cheeks. Her mane was in tangles, dyed with the red of her own blood. She was dead, gone without her heart for goddess knows how long.
“No…” He shook his head, praying for this to be another bad dream. “Nonononononononono! Please!” he begged, trying his best to close the wound. “Don’t die! I can’t live without you! This isn’t how it ends! It can’t be!”
There was no response. He was talking to a corpse. A cold, dead corpse.
“There has to be something I can do!” he cried, “I’d give anything to—“
“Spike!”
“Rarity?”
“Spike, over here!” called Rainbow as she lead the group of ponies and dragons. Celestia and Luna’s wounds had healed up a bit, their faces less gashed and bloody. Twilight had found her broken off horn and had it wrapped back on. It still looked fragile but it seemed like it would reattach with time. Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie were all bandaged up, same for the quintet of dragons. Forge had what looked like a makeshift peg leg, and was still supporting himself with a crutch. They all looked fine, recovering from terrible injuries and psychological trauma, but fine.
“Spike, where’s Curator?” asked Luna, looking around the roof in a panic. “I can’t see him anywhere.”
“I’m sorry,” grunted Spike, hardly paying attention to the mare. “But he’s gone.”
“Gone?” asked, Luna. “What do you mean gone?!”
“I mean he’s gone. He died defeating Conquest.”
Everypony gasped in shock, but none more than Luna. The dark princess of the night fell down to her knees, her face frozen with a look of shock, sadness, and denial. Her breaths quickened and her heart raced as she broke out a single tear. It shined and sparkled in the dim afternoon glow of the sun that had been her love’s resting place. “No…” she whimpered. “Not after all this. I thought we were going to be happy together at last.”
“Sister, I am truly sorry…” Celestia said, trying to comfort her distress sibling. “I can only imagine what you’re feeling.”
The dark mare said nothing as she dug her face into her hooves, crying. “It’s not fair!” she wailed. “Why did he have to die?!”
“He died a hero, Luna,” said Spike, still doing whatever he could to revive Rarity. “He wanted me to tell you that he loved you both, and that he was sorry, Luna, for everything.”
“He…he said that?” she whispered, lifting her head up from her hooves. “He said that he loved me?”
“With all of his heart… HEART!!” gasped Spike, as he quickly scrambled over to Rarity’s side again. “That’s what she needs! A new heart!”
“Oh dear,” worried Twilight. “Spike, I’m sorry, but she’s gone. A new heart won’t save her now.”
“Maybe not a pony’s heart…” the drake said, eyeing his chest. “But maybe a dragon’s.”
“Spike…” sighed Forge, pushing his way past the rest of the group. “I know what you are thinking and I have to tell you that it too risky. I mean, she’s a pony! No dragon has ever tried to revive anything else but another dragon with this procedure, and even if it is possible, we still don’t know if it will work!”
“But I have to try!” cried Spike. “I can’t just give up on her!”
“What are you going to do, Spike?” barked Forge, grabbing the purple drake by the shoulders. “Tear out half your heart? And what if she doesn’t pull through? Then you’ll end up like me, an old cripple who’s counting the days until what’s left of your heart gives out!”
“Then it’ll be only half a tragic life I will live!” muttered Spike.
“Don’t give me that tragic hero bull crap!” snarled the crippled red drake. “I know that you think that what you’re doing is noble, and it is. But I refuse to sit here and let you throw away your life like I did!”
“So that’s what you think this is?” frowned Spike. “Love stricken idiot? Who the hell are you to say what I can and can’t do?!”
“I’m trying to help you prevent the same mistake that I made,” said Forge. “You have other ponies that care about you to. What about your friends, Spike?” he asked, motioning to all the others. “Look at them, they all care about you Spike. Can you do that to them?” The red smith dragon let go of Spike and backed off. “If you think you can hurt all of these ponies and dragons, then go ahead, rip your damn heart out!”
Spike growled at all of it as he flexed his claws in his hand. There was still only one selfish thought running through his head. “Fine!” he finally said, bowing his head in defeat. He turned back to Rarity, his one and only love in this world. He didn’t have to cut his heart in half for it to be broken. The sight of her was sharper than any knife in the world. “I’m sorry…” he snivelled, “I wasn’t strong enough. This is all my fault.”
“It… wouldn’t have worked… anyways.”
The purple drake’s head turned slightly, following the sound of the strained voice. “Who said that?”
“Oh… don’t mind me… just dying slowly… just like you asked,” coughed Slitilda. The bronze dragoness had somehow managed to survive. She was sitting in a pile of her own blood and flesh, leaning on a railing for support as both of her claws tried to desperately close the gaping wound in her stomach, but it was proving ineffective. “Thanks for helping me…when you all ran away and stuff…” she droned. “Love bleeding to death…”
“Slitilda? You’re still alive?” gasped Spike, getting up and running to her side.
“Nice to see you too…” snickered Slitilda, smiling weakly at the purple drake that had rushed by her side. “Oh, and thanks for killing me…”
“Listen, I’m sorry,” apologized Spike, examining her wounds. “Look, it’s going to be okay, we can get you to help, we’ll get a medical team up here, we can save you.”
The dragoness shook her head feebly. “Not going to happen, I don’t deserve it… I’m just a bad dragon…”
“You’re not a bad dragon!”
“Yes… yes I am, Spike,” she hacked, a mix of saliva and blood coming out. “Do you know why I even came here with the rest of the dragons?”
Spike shook his head.
“I… I came here…” she looked past Spike to Rarity’s dead body, “I came here…to kill Rarity.”
There was silence, Spike just staring blankly at the bronze dragoness.
“I wanted…to be with you Spike,” she said. “More than anything else in the world. I was ready to kill her if I couldn’t….couldn’t have you,” she coughed again; they were getting worse. “But then I saw how you tried to save her…what you were willing to give up…your own life, just to save her… Your…Rarity.”
“I—I”
“Shhhhh,” hummed Slitilda, “You don’t have to explain anymore. I understand now,” she weakly took his claw in her own. “Love is more than hugs, cuddles and screwing each other. True love is the willingness to give everything, to sacrifice it all if you had to for your special someone, because you can’t stand to see them miserable.” She placed his claw over her chest, smiling as she pressed harder. “Take it.”
“N-no, I can’t. We can—“
“You can’t save me,” strained the dragoness. “I’m dead, Spike. And I want to do something good with my last breath, so take the whole heart, she’ll have a better chance this way.” She stared lovingly into Spike’s startling green eyes.
“Slitilda, please don’t—“
“Think of it this way,” she smiled. “Now a small piece of me can always be with you.”
“I…don’t know what to say…” Spike said, staring back into the bronze dragons eyes, watching as the life was slowly trickling away from them.
“Then don’t say anything,” she said, wrapping her other arm around the dragon’s neck and pulling him in for a last kiss.
Spike didn’t fight back, there was no point in doing so. He tasted the bittersweet flavour of blood and brimstone on her scaly lips. She stilled had that smoky flavour in her mouth, the musky aroma that only a dragon could love. His heart wrenched as Slitilda slipped away from him, the lips of her mouth curled up.
“Had to steal one last…kiss…”
“I know.”
“If you’re going to do it…now would be…”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t…don’t let her die…” whispered Slitidla, as she started to fade away. “I…love……….” Her grasp around the dragon’s claw grew limp as it fell down by her side. “…You.”
Spike watched as her eyes started to roll up her head. He brushed fingers down her face, closing her eyes forever. But he would mourn later. Precious time was lost each second as he quickly flicked open one of his claws, and gently carved it into Slitidla’s flesh. It was a simple incision, a small ‘X’ over her heart. He gently opened the folds to reveal Slitilda’s still beating heart. He looked at the golden organ for a moment, before carefully reaching into the hole, and grabbing the heart.
The bronze dragon only grunted as Spike remove her heart, the rest of her life slipping away within the moments. Spike held the precious dragon’s heart with both claws as he walked to Rarity. This was his one and only chance to save her, if this didn’t work… He’d rather not think of that at the moment.
Everypony watched with sympathy as Spike made the slow walk to the dead mare. The storm outside had started to calm down, as with the rest of the world as Conquest’s influence faded, but the marks he made would never be forgotten.
The rain was like a drizzle, a similar shower like the night when he had first proclaimed his love for Rarity, the one and only mare he would ever love. His dream, his fiancé, his everything. Life would have no purpose without her in it.
The drake bent next to Rarity’s body, still motionless as he cleared the hole in her chest, making sure that the large dragon’s heart would fit. With every care, Spike lowered the heart into her body. He watched with amazement at how fast the heart reconnected to Rarity’s existing arteries and veins, still beating weakly, and healing even slower. The dragon place his middle finger and his ring finger together against his lips, and blew a gentle green flame. The embers lingered on his fingertips as he placed the two fingers down on the open wound, using the other hand to press the flesh of the hole together. The wound cauterized quickly in the shape of his two fingers, a heart.
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“Yeah Twilight?”
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“How long does it take Forge?”
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“Spike, I’m sorry, but I don’t think she’s coming back.”
A tear fell from the dragon’s face. “I…” He didn’t want to finish his sentence as he looked at his love. Rarity looked so peaceful.
He picked up the magnificent unicorn in his hands, her body was still very cold. So very dead and cold.
“Just one last kiss…”
He pressed his lips against hers. They were freezing at the touch but he didn’t care. They were the lips that he wanted to kiss forever, the lips that tasted better than all of the gems and cakes in Equestria, the lips that he wished that he would never have to part with.
And he never would, because they were also the lips that kissed him back.
There you have it folks. its all over. not the story, but the battle... you know who lived and who died...who gave sacrifices and who recieved them. we learnt that there are no good or bad ponies and dragon, just those who are driven to do one or the other....
i thank thee Bunsen, for the edits. as they were great. next chapter begins the epilouge... and just cause that this means the war is over.. that doesn't mean i dont have a trick or two hidden up my sleeve!!!! anyways hope ya enjoy!!
with lots a love, The FFB
OHHH MY GODTHATWASMAZINGHOLYSHITOHMYGODHDFJDSGFHDGFVHCS
Now I feel absolutely terrible for calling Slitilda a cunt...
Can't wait to see the next chapter!
1514246 Another wonderful chapter. Loved the finality of Curator flying into the sun. So, all in all, wonderful end to the fight. Bravo Flim. My jimmies were thoroughly rustled this whole time, and I thank you for writing such excellence.
Picture looks sad :( Sad stories are good though
...what an awkward chapter when it came to some of the characters deaths...
Also, in regards to that ending, someone pick up the phone because
I FUCKING CALLED IT!!!!!!!!!
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are you god in disguise? You probably are because only god could craft such an epic story. Can't wait for the next update
Well, it was a nice ride. I feel like waxing poetic... about boats...
Love would be so obvious if we were all boats. We meet when we let our heart set our course and let the wind blow us where it will. To love, we cannot just sail towards each other because we would crash; dashing ourselves against one another in brilliant passion, but ultimately sinking because to move towards one another is to move in opposite directions. No, we must now take out our maps and hone our minds so that we can sail forward together. Wind blow us, sea toss us, storm rock us, tempest separate us in the waves, but we can always count on the ones who love us to keep sailing towards the point we picked together on the horizon. All we have to do if we want to love them in return is make their heading ours.
What am I being all sentimental for? Must be the pirate in me.
Poor Luna, she doesn't get a happy ending
YES!!! GOD, THIS IS SO EPIC!!!
The end is near... The end of this story is near and I am satisfied!!!
Slitilda has died, Conquest is no more, and Rarity LIVES!!!
You win man. You have won, and you have risen to fame! I applaud you good sir.
I just worked my ass of for nearly two hours turning in an essay so I didn't flunk my class, what do I get to wind down to?
I'm so glad Rarity didn't die but dear god I wouldn't be surprised if everyone invloved had non-stop nightmares for years to come, mentally breakdowns a constant worry. The scarring would be canyon depth on their psyches.
I still love it all though.
-Sturrn
tell you that it too risky. Sorry I'm a Grammar Nazi and great story btw
cute
1514331 *Ring Ring* I'm a jerk so Ima just let it go to voicemail cheers though.
Anyway amazing story spike gets all the ladies whether they are alive or dead.
Ah love. I have to say I'm almost envious of your writing ability, but I cannot feel said emotion . Anyways this story is among my favorites, but I could never bring myself to pick and choose my number one. There's just too many.
All in all everything has been great. Curator's story, Spike's story, Conquest's story, everything down to the last detail. There were so many moments that were the emotional equivalent of a kick to the balls that I started wearing a cup!
I'm glad to see that Rarity lived after all (kind of), but also a little saddened at Slitilda's death, not to mention Curator. Although I hope you don't go to the lowest common denominator and have the white alicorn live through the SUN, but I know you wouldn't do that. You're to good an author to insult the reader like that . I am of course looking forward to the conclusion.
You know...this part of the story always leaves me conflicted. It's the end. When the next chapter comes out it will be the stunning conclusion, but then there won't be anything more to the story. It's always been bitter-sweet for me. Sadder yet: I don't have an emoticon for that emotion.
awesome, Rarity lives
You sir, deserve a button. Now, where is it? Ah!
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What? I don't get any thanks?
Bhutan, in al seriousness, it has been a wonderful story, my friend. And, though I knew what was going to happen, I never knew how.
Once again, this isn't the end. After all, don't all Sparity fics end in something?
You did good flim you did really good. I'm glad with what you did to this story. Now the ending is all that is left I won't tell anyone
My father got scared and almost crashed the car when I yelled YES as loud as I could to the end.
Magnificent
1514246 thank you
It as I have foreseen :MadamPinkie: (It doesn't exist, but I want it to!)
1514367 Look at the upside, Spike has a birthday coming up
Wonderful! Oh simply simply wonderful! The drama, the action, such a perfect mixture!!
Cant wait to see the ending of this, even if i truly don't want this to end. And here is my quote. It doesn't matter if you don't add it, i just want to do one's bit, you know?
Keep up the good work!
"Love. Love is such an interesting concept. It can is the catalyst for so many wars, so many conflicts and death. Love is an envious muse, childish and innocent, making us do the impossible just to hold it. What makes "LOVE" so good when it provokes so much pain? We fall deep into the evil within our hearts, we desire love, we lust after love, we destroy because of love.
But what about the other side of Love? A sensation that brings warmth to our hearts, makes us stronger and happier. Love is a double edged sword, and the ones using, for the greater good, can change the world.
In the end we fight wars, but to protect. We overcome conflicts, to share that everlasting warmth with everyone. We cry for, we give up everything that makes us what we are, and the only reason we do such nonsense that goes against nature's law is because we do it
For the ones we love.
You clever son of a bitch!!!cdn.head-fi.org/2/20/20b746c1_clap.gif
Bout time... story finally got its best ending.
Ah, that's awesome, so freakin' awesome. Knew that Slitilda would give her heart to help Spike saved Rarity and I like Curator's heroric sacrifice, fitting for him.
By the goddesses' grand reign
You sir have made a timeless tale
I congratulate you.
You get happy end.
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL
I am saddened that possibly the greatest MLP Alicorn villain is dead. So in honor a quote for you good sir.
"Killing off our enemies, our allies, those we should protect, nations we should rule, even ourselves, but its STILL not enough. Your lot and I truly are incorrigible warmongers aren't we Dark Conquest?"
Also I am surprised that with all the sorrow, death, destruction, randomness, and violence the god of chaos hasn't re awoken. Though I guess it would take focus off of Conquest and Spike. That is why you eliminated Chrysalis isn't it Flim Flam bros?
Oh my Celestia
Why
1514246 YOU CRAZY SONOFABITCH I LOVE YOU!!!! YOU MADE ME CRY SO HARD!!! WELL DONE
we hath read through thou entire story and there things that we must say to you now that will mark thy day for eon to come. my good sir you have created an epic tale of evil, conquest, despair, madness, hatred, lust, greed and finally love these separate emotions are powerful in singular order but putting them together is something that not many people have the power or knowledge to do and when combined correctly can create a new world open to us. we hath observed what thou hast done here and we must say that we are impressed with your skills in writing. this stories teaching can teach the young ones something about love and thy fact that it is so powerful that nothing can stop true love from bringing two lost souls together i give you a round of appluase now pat your self on the back good sir for you have attained GLORY
Wow. Just, wow.
1514296 So is that 4 seizures? 4 seizures caused by sheer awesomeness?
1514307 You should feel bad!! No, just kidding. I think we all misjudged the poor dragoness... she was just madly in love
1514308 Yeah me too! It's going to be legend--- wait wor it--- DARY!!!
1514312 I so do enjoy rustling your jimmies, I quite love doing so as it fills me with great satisfaction... And I shall continue to rustle them in the time to come!
1514321 Well THIS sad story is really good (possible writer's bias)
1514331 Don't see what you mean, but im sure you enjoyed it! also, what did you call again?
1514339 I know right! I know right! I know right! I know right! I know right!
1514344 --take mushrooms
1514345 SHHHHHHH Don't tell anyone.... im incognito!!
1514362 IM ON A BOAT!!!
1514367 Sad Luna is sad... But she will be happy again... Someday maybe.... we can only hope
1514378 Awesome!!! what do i win ( i hope its ice cream!!)
1514398 just because the C-man is out of their lives, that doesn't mean that his influence went away, his control is broken, but what he has taken cannot be returned, the minds of many that he has decayed will stay that way. like a mother lion who dies, her cubs must fend for themselves, making them desperate... and a despreate enemy is a very dangerous one... glad you like the story bro!
1514416 fixed it for the GRAMMERLAND!!!!
1514432 it is, isn't it
1514485 left ya speechless, in't i?
1514570 necrophiliac is almost as awesome as incest!! [EPIC SARCASM]
1514603 To be considered amoung your favorites is an hounor!!
hope your balls are not too bruised...
Heheh..... *quickly deletes next chapter* yeah, i would TOTALLY never do something like that...
be happy and sad, all things must end... but just so new things can begin!
1514634 yeah, that is awesome, isn't it?
1514927 i'll put that next to my EPIC button, thank you for the button!!! now it spells EPIC WIN!!
1515073 you are a great dragon Argo... a very good dragon... you are a ragon correct? and by my stories classification a fire dragon, no?
1515075 BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!! no, but thanks for all the help that you did, and for doing pre-dits for that one chapter. i know i give you crap in a handbasket on a near daily basis, but its all in good fun IC
1515147 Remember that this was your idea... which is why you and i need to have a talk...
1515195 You win best comment if that actually happened!!! Glad you loved the ending bro!
1515443 "And then Rarity died of cancer just moment later..." nah, she's back bro!
1515646 and that is why i made you an old god of madness [that and for you adding King Curator in The Balance, would love to see him make an apperance!]. and yes, there should be a madame pinkie...
1515702 You are great you know that, but as I may have said before, it is limit one per customer... which is ashame cause you have come up with some awesome ones.... but there is always next time!
1515796 Yes.... ALL the claps!!!! and way to massage my massive ego! and call me a bitch! I'm so happy right now!!!
1515926 yes it is, took a little longer, but aren't cha glad that you stook around to see his demise (just to be clear, he is not coming back from that. i swear that he will not come back in this story, or any story that may or may not precede this. although i do enjoy the character, i need to still tweak him a little)
1515986 CANADA!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!! don't know why i said that....
1516359 he is the opposite of conquest in almost every way... where conquest is selfish and evil, curator is selfless and good. it was a fitting end.
1516540 and the gods will sing songs of its glory! and i will get all the 'hapy endings' wink wink. glad you liked it!
1517852 THANK YOU. I FEEL AS PRETTY AS A PRINCESS FLUTTERRAGE
1518016 nice to see that at least one person remembers how much of an ass hat he was. a great ass hat but an ass hat no less
1518607 while he is gone for good in this story.... let me tell you soemthing... >:) evil always finds a way....
you are a Nightmare too my good devilish fiend? Where have you been all my life...
i was going to have conquest shatter the statue of discord, but in the end, i just ignored it, he is still in his prison. just ignore it for now. also on a side note harly.... when did i ever say that Chrysalis was dead >:)
1518687 chicken thigh
1518776 COME TO ME!!! DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR EARTH PONIES JACK!!!!!! glad i made you cry... good tears right?
1519666 its awesome comments like this that make it worth it all. i love all comments but just uncensored praise is always nice. im glad that you thought it was a great tale, and i hope it was a pelasure for you to read as it was for me to write
1519861 Yes... just yes...
1523491 well, bravo to you sir. You have truly written one hell of a story. I can only hope my story telling gets as good as yours.
As Jeremy jahns would say, your story "is awesometacular!"
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1523491 I called that exact scenario, that Rarity would be given a new heart! (though only to myself)
1523491 Ha! I knew it! Anyways, thanks god.
1523491 You have won all of the internets in the entire universe. And one more thing, but I'll wait for the end.
1523491
Now the question remains on what to follow up with.
I think I'm gonna go ahead and give my girlfriend a call and tell her how much I love her.
1525719 good idea,
also i'm glad you liked it!
DAMN! Conquest was evil but give him props he went out like baddass!
1523491 This story deserves to be in my favorites. The happy, the sad, the mental and emotional whiplash that accompanies both, it's just a damn great story all around .
Oh, and don't worry about my balls. Last guy that kicked me in the nuts hurt his foot. I've got balls of steel!
dammit u made me cry with that last sentence
out of joy of course great job with the suspense
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I WARMED YOUR HEART glad you like'd it bro!