• Published 24th Oct 2016
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Dreamed A Dream - Gypsy Heart



For other ponies, the winter is fun, lovely, and special season, but for Rainbow Dash, it always reminds her of what she has lost.

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Everypony loved winter. Nopony could not deny that it was the best time of a year when you had a bunch of activities to do; making snowpony with your siblings, fighting snowball with your best friends, holding your special somepony's hooves and ice skating without falling on your bottom, or even baking homemade cookies for your family. Moreover, presents were the most exciting part of Heart’s Warming day for all colts and fillies. They sat beside a decorated fir, listening to a traditional story about the Windigos, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows on the top, before hanging their socks on a fireplace for lovely presents which Santa Hooves would come and give them while they were sleeping. When the Celestia’s sun of the next day rose, kids were eagerly up from their beds, running to presents that Santa Hooves had left for them and opening them. Sounds of joy, smells of love, views of happiness spread all over Equestria. Everypony were happy, everypony, but her.

Rainbow Dash walked on a tiny path in the middle of a cemetery on the outskirts of Ponyville. Even thought, her little red wool scarf with yellow and orange stripes flapped fiercely like it was going to blew away from her neck, her legs screamed from walking quite a long distance in this wild wind, and the cold caused her body to shake barely uncontrollably, she did not stop walking until her destination came into her sight.

Two medium size tombstones were set close to a fence. There was a bouquet of withered roses laying in front of the tombstone which had a name ‘Sky Storm’ on it. Dash stood still before she dropped two fresh flower bouquets beside her hooves, staring at gravestones without saying a single word. Letting minutes pass by, she let out a long sigh and slightly opened her mouth.

“Hey,” mumbled Dash, “long time no see, huh?”

Aside from wind sound howling among the area, there was not any sound reply her back. She stepped forward a bit, putting a bouquet of lilacs, which was wrapped in a small piece of light brown paper, on an empty space before the gravestone with a word ‘Windy Breeze’.

Her eyes dragged from the flowers to the gravestones, biting her lip, and said. “How are you guys doing? It’s already winter here. It’s not too cold up there, is it?” She looked at the lilacs again, trying as hard as she could to put a smile on her face. “I could give you lilacs this year, your favorite flower. One of my best friend, Twilight, the one with a horn and wings if you can remember her, used her magic to prevent them from getting grip by ice. They’re still fresh and beautiful…just like you in my memories.”

The picture of a full-grown light violet mare standing next to a white outdoor table popped up into her head. That was Windy Breeze’s favorite place. Cutting a bunch of lilacs from backyard, putting it into a glass vase which always stood on the table, and gave little Dash the prettiest smile in the Equestria.

Dash’s lips curled up a little. “Do you like them?”

When her words drained off, everything became silence again.

She licked her dry lips, keeping her eyes on a bouquet of red roses looking exactly like the one that already withered. Dash put it in front of another gravestone.

“Fluttershy wants me to bring this to you. She said she’s sorry that they are roses again, but, you know, it’s kinda hard to find other flowers in this season if you don’t have magic, of course. Oh! And she’s sorry for not being here by herself as well. She has to prepare those animals for their…hibernations.”

The smile suddenly vanished when the last word came out of her pouty mouth.

“Tank is going to hibernate, either” muttered she, “just like the last year…and the year before that.”

She had thought the burning feeling in her eyes was caused by the strong wind running against her face, but at this point, as she let the words out of her chest, she knew that it was not about the wind, but the cold and her own loneliness.

“I…I,” stammered she, struggling to hold back her tears. “I miss you. I…I really m-miss you guys.”

Rainbow Dash always won. There was nothing can defeat her; not even monsters, changelings, or any wicked creatures, but this time, these stupid emotions beat her hard, kicking in her gut, and took over her mind. It gained a gigantic victory. Her four legs collapsed on the frozen ground. She could not bring them back anymore, letting tears fall along her cheeks. Like she would care somepony could find out that the one and only Rainbow Dash was crying, there were not anypony around here anyway.

“I’m sorry,” said she, as her eyes filled with tears. Dash could not remember how many time she said these words. She had promised she would not cry like an immature filly in front of their graves again, but when the time came, she could not help it. They all automatically came from somewhere deep in her heart, as well as the memories between her and them since she could remember until the very last minute of their lives.

“A grown mare doesn’t cry…right?” whimpered Dash, glancing up at the tombs with miserable expression on her face, wiping her tears on her right hoof hastily. Unfortunately for young mare, the more she wiped them out, the more new sets of tears fell down. She slightly moved on, resting her heavy head against Windy Breeze’s gravestone, an agonized look still passed across her face.

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, the freezing wind blew through her rainbow-colored mane, but she still sat there, not even single move. Dash did not know how much time had passed. Every time she came here, the time did not matter to her, everything around her did not matter to her as well. She just wanted to sit there quietly, and let the air hug her tightly, calming her from this dreadful nightmare. She was exhausted, too exhausted to stand up and find someplace where can protect her from the colder and colder weather. Dash did not know where to find that kind of place and did not want to. She decided to close her eyes gently, and let the wind take her to dream.