> One Last Letter > by ForgottenDreams > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > One Last Letter > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Twilight Sparkle, I am sorry but this will be the last letter that I will be writing for you. Over the course of the years I have served you faithfully never complaining. I have watched you grow into a promising princess of Equestria. I have seen with my own eyes what happens to this nation without you and our friends. However that was years ago and time has marched on. I have watched as all of you grow old and I because dragons age much slower remain the same. That never bothered me at first, but when Rarity had her first foal it dawned on me that so long as I lived with ponies I would never find my life mate. However I knew that because I've lived with ponies all my life that no dragoness would want to bond with me. So I wafted through life most days were very lonesome. I don't know if you've ever noticed but when we are together no pony even sees me. I guess that is to be expected though after all you are a princess, and I'm nothing more then a baby dragon; there is nothing special about me except for my magical flame that princess Celestia gave to me when I was born. Though that seems moot now between the crystal map, the servants, and the royal guards you haven't had need of me for decades. Through these past fleeting years a darkness has crept into my heart weighing me down. I crawl through these busy crystal halls and not a single soul even says hello or nods to me. I don't think that you intended for things to happen as they did, but as I look back to my earliest memories I can see the abuse, and heartache that you gave me. I don't blame you for those though you were young and naïve. How could you see that deep down I was suffering when even I didn't recognize that it was there. These days however I rarely see you for more than an instant, and when I do you don't even seem to see me; just another servant in your eyes. In truth I doubt you even remember me as your friend. I am telling you this not to cause grief but understanding. I am alone in these halls Twilight; all the colour of the world has left my sight all I see now is gloom and grey. Even in my dreams I no longer find escape it is nothing and I am no one. I tried to find a new propose in life I really have, but since all those around me see nothing but an infant I am left with nothing. It would be wonderful if by some miracle that you could sense my intentions and try to stop me tell me that everything will be alright, but even if you somehow did manage that I wouldn't believe you. This is not the first time we have had a discussion similar to this situation, but every time we do you tell me that you love me and that you would never leave me. Then by the next day you are back to your old habits and leave me behind. So no Twilight even if you read this and use a time spell to travel back in time to stop me it would only delay the inevitable. I am already dead inside anyways I no longer feel anything both physical pain nor emotional I am but an empty shell. Alive but not truly living; if you wanted we both know that you could use your magic to bind me to your will; but then that would fix nothing I would be a mere puppet. I have tried to coup with my dilemma Twilight I really have I even went to therapists, and counseling, but none of them can grasp it since they are adult ponies that have propose, and I am a dragon. I would have outlived even you Twilight. Do you even believe me? There are dragons from the beginning of this world that are still alive today, but only a small handful of alicorns. Then again you aren't a true alicorn are you? You will live a longer life than any of three tribes of ponies, but you will not outlive my kind. If the circumstances were different this wouldn't bother me so much. Now though as I ponder about the future of Equestria I only see blackness for me; there is no place for a dragon raised by a princess. I am being crushed by the weight of my depression Twilight it is hard to breath. I am left with one option and it is the one that I have been fighting for so long. Death will be my release I have even tried a few different times before, but when I did my scales would slice through the rope or the blade couldn't cut through them. I even tried both drowning in the lake and falling off of a cliff, but I guess I can breath underwater, and survive a fall from great heights who knew. Since fire is an obvious no go for a dragon to kill themselves and starvation takes too long I am left with but one option. As I write this letter to you Twilight a poison is spreading through my body. I have taken an incredibly rare and lethal poison that has been used to kill dragons in the past I will be dead in mere moments. Please don't cry for me Twilight I am at peace for the first time in many; many years. Maybe we can start over in the afterlife and become real friends again. That is if we go to the same place though isn't it. If by some chance there is some pony that cries for me please tell them that I am sorry, but if you are the only one that cries for me I guess that is ok too. Maybe my life had some meaning then for the princess of magic to mourn my passing. Maybe the others are waiting for me on the otherside? If they are I will join them, and wait patiently for you to come back to us. I might even see my biological parents there wouldn't that be something? Whatever lies on the otherside for me I will embrace it. Twilight I hope you will come to understand my pain, and use it to help others who are dealing with depression. It won't be long now I can feel Twilight! I can feel the embrace of death it isn't cold Twilight it is warm, but not in the sense of heat. It is more like the warm embrace of a loved one gently hugging you. I of course can feel the cold surrounding me signifying that I am close but my soul feels the warmth of the embrace not the chill so that is what I write to you. Please just do one last thing for me Twilight from one friend to another remember the good times that we shared together. Goodbye. Yours former number one assistant Your friend always, Spike. A half empty bottle of clear liquid lies next to a letter. The gentle rays of sunset outline a small figure sitting in a chair with it's head down in it's chest. A single tear falls from it's face landing on the parchment. A murder of crows caw as they take flight outside the window sending black feathers to dance within the now barren room.