• Published 9th Jan 2017
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The Phoenix Princess - Sonic Rainboom Dash



'The Mare In The Moon' wasn't the only legend that Twilight read that fateful day. And just like the aforementioned legend this one was also true. it just happened earlier than the other, and Twilight is 'dead' center of the legend.

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surging strength. fiery clash.

Twilight's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a painful reminder of Spike's absence. She could feel the surge of power coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to avenge her fallen friend. As Sunset and Nightmare Moon taunted her, their words piercing her already shattered heart, she felt her anger reach its boiling point.

"No!" Twilight shouted, her voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief, grief, and fury. She tightened her grip on Spike's lifeless body, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No! Spike!" Her anguished scream reverberated through Ponyville, its intensity chilling those who heard it.

Unaware of the storm brewing within her, Twilight turned her gaze towards the ones responsible, her eyes burning with a fire that matched the lightning flashing outside, despite the clear skies. She pointed a trembling hoof at Sunset and Nightmare Moon, her voice shaking with a potent cocktail of pain and rage. "You won't get away with this!"

With each flash of lightning, Twilight's emotions surged, causing her form to briefly change, a mere glimpse of the power dwelling within her. But she was unaware of her transformation, her focus solely on her burning desire for revenge. "I'm going to destroy you!" she declared, struggling to contain the overwhelming rage pulsating through her being.

Nightmare Moon cackled, attempting to mask her nervousness with arrogance. "Foolish little pony," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You cannot comprehend the darkness that resides within me. You couldn't even protect that pathetic whelp. Face it, little pony, you are no match for us."

Those words shattered the last fragments of Twilight's restraint. The anger within her surged beyond control, and her entire being erupted with power. Her coat, once a deep mulberry, transformed into bone-white, while her mane, tail, wings, and hooves burst into vibrant flames. Her once-violet eyes blazed with a deep crimson red, radiating a raw intensity that mirrored the color of blood.

Twilight had tapped into a power she never knew she possessed.

As Sunset and Nightmare Moon made their escape, Twilight's eyes narrowed with unwavering determination. Without a moment's hesitation, she spread her fiery wings and took to the air, leaving behind a trail of sparking embers. The sheer intensity of her power crackled in the air around her.

A sphere of pure magical energy materialized in Twilight's hooves, pulsating with an otherworldly glow. With a forceful motion, she hurled the sphere toward Sunset and Nightmare Moon, unleashing a devastating explosion of magic.

A fierce battle ensued as Twilight unleashed a relentless onslaught of magical projectiles, each one more potent than the last. She soared through the air with astonishing speed and agility, evading the retaliatory attacks of Sunset and Nightmare Moon while launching her own ferocious strikes.

Sunset sneered, skillfully blocking Twilight's blows, her facade masking the pain she felt with each collision. "Oh, dear sister," she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "You should know better than challenging us. You were always so weak, so easily swayed by your emotions." Charging up her horn, Sunset prepared to launch a point-blank fireball into Twilight's face.

"You took everything from me!" Twilight's anguished cry pierced the battlefield, a culmination of pain, rage, and grief. Her voice cracked with raw emotion as she stared down her adversaries. "Why did you take him from me? Why?!"

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Shining Armor and the others stood frozen, their grief overwhelming their ability to move. The aura surrounding Twilight was overwhelming, emanating a power they couldn't comprehend. Nearby, Pinkie's mane and tail took on an unusual spiked appearance, and she donned a bizarre oversized eyepiece with a green screen displaying strange numbers. Before anyone could question it, she removed the eyepiece from her head and let out a sorrowful, yet determined, cry.

"Her power level is over 9000!" Pinkie's voice resonated with grief and rage, her words carrying an air of desperation. Suddenly, she produced a megaphone from her seemingly endless mane and shouted with every ounce of her being, directing her words to Twilight. "Kick their flank, Twilight!"

The atmosphere grew heavy with heartbreaking anticipation as Twilight's transformation built up slowly, the tension thickening with each passing moment. And then, in a blaze of fury, she unleashed her full power upon her enemies, her resolve unyielding, her grief channeled into an unstoppable force.

It was a battle that would be remembered for ages—a clash of darkness and a phoenix rising from the ashes of despair. And Twilight Sparkle, consumed by her emotions and driven by her undying love for Spike, would stop at nothing to bring justice to those who had stolen her dearest friend.

The battlefield crackled with raw magical energy as Twilight and her adversaries clashed in a mesmerizing display of power. Each movement, each spell cast, was infused with the intensity of Twilight's grief and rage. Her attacks were swift and precise, guided by an inner fire that burned brighter with every passing moment.

Sunset, her confidence shaken, struggled to keep up with Twilight's onslaught. She deflected magical projectiles with great effort, her defenses slowly crumbling under the relentless assault. "You think your anger will save you, little pony?" Sunset sneered, her voice strained. "But you're merely a vessel of emotions, while we possess true power!"

Twilight's eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire as she dodged and weaved, her body moving with a grace she had never before achieved. "You don't understand, Sunset," she retorted, her voice dripping with determination. "This isn't just about anger. It's about justice. Spike deserved better, and I will make sure you pay for what you've done!"

Nightmare Moon, her arrogance fading, unleashed dark spells in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hoof. But Twilight's fury propelled her forward, her movements guided by an unknown force. She weaved through the dark magic, her fiery wings leaving trails of shimmering embers in the air. "You won't escape this time," Twilight hissed through gritted teeth. "I will bring you both to your knees!"

The battle raged on, the clash of magical forces resonating throughout the battlefield. Twilight's attacks grew more potent, her flames intensifying with each passing second. It was as if the very essence of her being had become intertwined with the raging inferno that enveloped her.

Unbeknownst to Twilight and the others, a single feather, seemingly innocuous, drifted down from above. It gently landed on Spike's wounded chest, right where the hole had been. And as if guided by some mysterious force, the feather dissolved into a soft golden glow, seeping into Spike's now unconscious form.

Pinkie, her eyes darting across the chaotic scene, caught a glimpse of the feather's intervention. A knowing smile tugged at her lips, but she said nothing, allowing the events to unfold as they were meant to.

As the battle neared its climax, Twilight's attacks grew even more relentless. She unleashed a torrent of flames, engulfing her adversaries in a blazing inferno. The searing heat seared the ground beneath them, and the intensity of the flames mirrored the turmoil in Twilight's heart.

Sunset and Nightmare Moon, their forms battered and bruised, staggered back, their strength waning. But a twisted smile played upon Nightmare Moon's lips as she whispered to Sunset, her voice laced with a mixture of pain and determination. "Retreat... for now. But know this, Twilight Sparkle, your flames may burn bright, but they will eventually be extinguished."

With those words, Sunset and Nightmare Moon vanished into the shadows, leaving Twilight standing alone in the charred aftermath of their battle.

As the smoke began to clear, Twilight's fiery form slowly dissipated, her flames flickering and diminishing until she returned to her normal appearance. Breathing heavily, she staggered towards Spike's motionless body, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Spike," she sobbed, her voice choked with sorrow. "I failed you... I'm so sorry..."

Unaware of the miracle that had occurred, Twilight's trembling hoof reached out to touch Spike's cheek. And at that moment, as her hoof made contact, Spike's eyes fluttered open, confusion etched on his face.

Twilight recoiled in shock, her gaze locked with Spike's bewildered eyes. Her voice trembled with disbelief. "S-Spike? But... how?"

Spike blinked, his expression mirroring Twilight's astonishment. "Twilight? What... what happened?"

The truth of the situation slowly dawned on Pinkie, her eyes wide with a mix of wonder and satisfaction. She had known all along but chose to keep the secret locked within her cheerful heart.

The others, still in a daze from the battle, began to stir, their gazes turning to Spike, who was now alive and breathing. But none of them could comprehend the true nature of the events that had transpired.

Author's Note:

Hey there, dear readers! First off, I apologize for the lengthy delay in updating this story. Life can be quite unpredictable, and the writer (me) found themselves caught up in a whirlwind of adventures and deadlines. But fear not! I have emerged from my self-imposed bunker, where I had been hiding from the Spike fans who were out for my blood. Yikes!

Now, as I timidly peer out, hoping the coast is clear, I must admit that I am still in awe of the overwhelming response to Spike's demise. Who knew that the little dragon had such a dedicated following? Your passion truly frightened me... in a friendly and creative way, of course!

And speaking of friendly and creative... let me tell you a little secret. As I was hiding away, there was one pony who seemed to be in on all the inside jokes and twists in the story. You guessed it—Pinkie Pie herself! She somehow managed to break through the fourth wall and give me the scare of a lifetime. You can imagine the look on my face when she appeared right beside me, grinning mischievously. I may have let out a high-pitched squeal that only dogs could hear.

So, as I bravely soldier on, continuing this intense and emotional battle, I want to thank you all for your patience and unwavering support. The story is far from over, and there are still surprises to come. Stay tuned, my dear readers, and remember to keep your guard up in case Pinkie decides to pay you a visit too!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be double-checking all the closets and under the beds. Pinkie's stealth skills are no joke. Wish me luck!

Yours in storytelling madness,

Rainboom_dash.

"and Pinkie."

GAH! Pinkie! I thought I told you to stop breaking the fourth wall. that's the fourth... wall... you've broken, pin unintended.