• Published 9th Jun 2017
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Fall of Harmony - Moon-Lite

Sunset Shimmer struggles to deal with the accusations of Anon-A-Miss, and decides that this may be the straw to break her back.

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Fall from Grace

Fall from Grace

Sunset pulled the collar of her leather jacket up, attempting to wrap her face in as much protection as possible from the raging of the wind and ice that whipping around her face, freezing the slow tracts of her tears. Pausing from her endless march, her leaden legs thankful for the pausing of motion, Sunset turned her eyes upwards, attempting to pierce the veil of snow and sleet that was hiding everything past her nose. She sighed, before starting once again to lift and place one frozen leg in front of the other, wondering where she went wrong. Not even an hour ago, she had attempted to meet her friends, or rather former friends it seems from their actions, and give one last argument as to why she was innocent, that she was not Anon-A-Miss. She thought back to the start of her week, her emotions high from the enjoyment of the sleep-over at Applejack’s, and how much she wished that those emotions could have continued, unsullied by the threat of fellow students attacking her, first verbally then physically, and the scorn of those she thought of as more than just friends. They were family. They said it themselves. Obviously it meant nothing. Come Wednesday, the day after the Rainboom’s sleepover at Rarity’s, she had been disowned. Somehow the photo’s of the group’s little fashion show had been uploaded onto the internet, somehow acquired by Anon-A-Miss, and used to both embarrass her former friends, and to slander the good name that Sunset had attempted to gain for herself since the Fall Formal. Everything she had done, ranging from community service, to all the actions of atonement she had attempted, she thought it was getting somewhere. Then the Battle of the Bands happened, and it appeared that it was all for naught. In the end she helped save the school from the Sirens, playing a major part in the final defeat of the three Equestrian beings, and it seemed like she was finally forgiven…

So why was she slogging through ankle high snow drifts in the middle of the biggest blizzard the region had seen in years?

The Rainboom’s made it clear that they no longer wanted her. The students of CHS made it abundantly clear that they shared that opinion, as Sunset had spent all of the day skipping school, afraid she would be attacked again. One of her hand sorted through one of the pockets of her leather jacket, before bringing the object that caused her so much panic that she skipped school. It was a simple piece of black plastic with a little yellow slide that, when pushed, caused a small, thin, but very sharp blade to come out. Commonly known as a box cutter, this item had been used by a student to attack Sunset, attempting to gain vengeance for the spreading of a secret that she had once again been framed for. Sunset managed to avoid the attack, the student heavyset and obviously not used to such motion, and used the student’s charge to trip the student, causing the knife in his hand to fall to the ground. Sunset scrambled to pick up the small blade, holding it shakily in front of her, brain frozen for a moment in shock at the fact that someone had just tried to attack her, before she ran away from the school, away from students so hellbent on getting rid of the fiery haired young woman. She flipped the item over in her hands, sliding the blade out and looking at the sharp glint of the blade from the overhead streetlights. She should have let the student finish the attack. Fresh tears assaulted her eyes, as she paused once more, looking around and trying to get some kind of landmark to help her recognize where she was. Bright light poured out of a building ahead, a business perhaps she thought, still open even as the blizzard tore through the city. She couldn’t feel her legs. She willed them forward, slowly rising from one shaky leg to the other, before the frozen ground rushed up to greet her. She laid face down in the snow for a moment, just trying to find something to grasp onto. Her former friends had abandoned her. The princess who reformed her refused to respond to desperate pleas. If she attempted to return home…

Sunset slowly rolled over onto her back, her arms flopping uselessly around her before contacting something. It was small, her fingers slowly grasping it and bringing it before her eyes. The box cutter. Sunset made her decision. If no one wanted her, if no one cared about her, then she would leave. Leave everyone, and everything. She slowly reached her freezing, aching fingers across, up to the cuff of her sleeve, before pulling the pop together clasps apart and rolling the leather down her arm. She took the blade, broken from the fall somehow, and drew the ragged, chipped blade down her arm.

We trusted you, Sunset.

Crimson pooled around the blade as it broke her skin.

We thought you were our friend!

She drew the blade down, the crimson bubbling up to meet the frozen air.

How could you do this?

The blade continued its slow path down the frozen skin of the teen, who was unaware of any feeling.

After all we’ve been through together?

A single tear came to Sunset’s face, freezing instantly from the cold.

You must’ve just been pretending to be our friend, when all along you were just after our secrets!

Sunset pulled the blade away and held the arm above her head, unfazed as she felt droplets fall onto her face. She put the blade down, using the now bloody arm to tear the sleeve down her other arm, before grabbing the blade once more.

You’re not our friend!

Sunset brought the cold metal down her arm, quicker than she had with the previous arm.

Yer not welcome here, Sunset!

The instrument clattered to the ground, followed by her arms, as she stared up at the falling snow. At least here, in some unknown part of a city, on a world that she wasn’t even born on, she could make things right…


The cerise skinned woman waved farewell as she exited the business, a long black bag protecting the coat that she had just picked up from the elements that were raging outside. She hoped that her old beater of a vehicle would start in this cold, suddenly regretting not listening to her boyfriend of many years when he suggested she buy a new one. Shaking her head she started down the road, before pausing. There was something laying in the snow, judging by the way fluffy white flakes were pilled. She slowly creeped forward, wondering what it was, before pausing in shock when she noticed what it was. She screamed as she dropped her bag, rushing forward and kneeling as she dug the sunken figure out of the freezing snow. Her cries went answered by the shopkeeper, and older, portly gentleman, who rushed out, broom brandished to help defend his customer. Instead he found her cradling a young woman.

“Quick! Call 911!”

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