The Beginning
It was a normal Day for BlackRose, she and her friend WindWhisperer were going mountain climbing later. Even though she didn’t like heights she was willing to go for her friend. She began to open up her flower shop for the day, being one of the few ponies who still sold black roses. The smell always made her happy, flowers had always made her happy. She would always remember the day she got her cutie mark.
Begin Flash Back
She had walked through the market and spotted the most beautiful rose. It was a black rose, the flower was just blooming. She asked the pony running the stand if she could have the rose, the pony told her yes but seemed upset.
“Whats wrong?” asked BlackRose.
“Oh nothing,” said the mare, “Its just I have to close my stand and no pony wants a Black rose stand, they all dislike my roses and I can't afford to run the stand anymore.” BlackRose looked at the rose and then back to the mare.
“If its ok with you, Id like to buy your stand and run it.” Rose said.
“Really?!?” the mare replied. “That would be great, but are you sure you want this?”
BlackRose thought about it. Then she answered, “Yes, I would love to run such a beautiful stand.” She then noticed a small glow coming from her flank. She looked back and gasped. For there on her flank was her cutie mark, A Beautiful BlackRose. She then knew this was her calling but something was off, for on her other flank was a different symbol, something she wouldn't understand until the end of her trip with WindWhisperer. The symbol was a scythe with blood-red roses around it.
End Flash Back
A knock on her door brought her back to the present. As she walked to the door the pony knocked again when she answered it was WindWhisperer. The steel gray stallion that had befriended her when she moved to town. His ice white mane was slicked back, as always, and he was wearing is navy blue scarf.
“What’s up?” asked BlackRose, “I thought we don’t leave till tonight.”
“I know, I know, but I was too excited to wait so I got us tickets on the next train leaving Ponyville!” He squealed.
BlackRose looked at him in shock, she had hoped to prepare herself for the trip during the day. She wasn’t prepared for this but seeing her friend so excited made her heart grow warm.
“Oh ok um... let me finish packing then we can leave.” BlackRose stated.
"Here I'll help." WindWhisperer exclaimed. He flew around here home grabbing everything he though she would need and threw it in her suitcase.
BlackRose Grabbed the few things that he missed, like food and water, and gave a patient sigh.
"You forgot a few things." She stated. After she finish unpacking and repacking her suitcase.
"You're a Mare today, correct?" asked WindWhisperer.
"Yes, Windy, I go by She and Her today." She said as she smiled. Windy had always been good at guessing when she was a Mare or when she went by stallion. She loved the way her gender fluidness messed with ponies kept them on their hooves. She had known since she was little she didn't want to be assigned to one gender. It make her feel encased in a cage, something no pony likes. Her parents were not as accepting when she told them but they learned to live with it, they couldn't change her. Some had tried to make her say mare or stay stallion, their efforts failed.
"Lets go," WindWhisperer exclaimed, "and Don't call me Windy. You know that bugs me."
"That's what I always call you though, why does it bug you?" she asked confused.
"Same way as if I tried to make you stay a mare, it just doesn't work." He stated. BlackRose looked down at her hooves.
"I'm sorry" She said, "I didn't know."
"Hey, Hey it's ok honestly it's fine if you call me that I just don't want others to start calling me that." He said as he lifted her head. "Your my best friend, I could never stay mad at you, your to gosh darn cute."
"Really?" she asked, "You mean it?"
"Yes, call me what ever you want." They started toward the train station again.
"So how did you get the tickets so soon?" BlackRose asked.
"Oh some old guy gave them to me, said that I would pay the price later what ever that means." he said, "Strangely there's only one ticket back, guess we got to buy one for the way back when we leave the mountain."
They had arrived at the station, WindWhisperer loaded their things while BlackRose found there seats. She promptly sat down and fell asleep. She didn't know why she was so tired but, she slowly closed her eyes and began to snore. She came to in a dark place the world was desolate and barren. Nothing seemed to be alive, the trees were rotten and the flowers were wilted. As she turned around she saw something, a pony, standing on the hill not to far from her. They for clad in a black cloak. As she walked toward the mysterious pony, she called.
"Hello?" she asked, "Excuse me, but can you tell me where I am?" The pony turned to look at BlackRose and Pulled down it's hood. BlackRose screamed, for the pony was nothing but a skeleton. Where it's eyes had once been were now but empty holes, the feathers on its wings were molting and damaged, worst of all it had no jaw!
"SOON!" it somehow said, "SOOOOOOON!" BlackRose screamed again and tried to run away, but her legs seemed to sink lower and lower into the soil. The dead pony began to move toward her.
"NO!" BlackRose cried, "Stay Away!"
"Soon you will take my place." said the pony, "You will free me from this horrid job." The ghoulish thing then leapt at BlackRose. She screamed again only to realize she was being shaken awake.
"BLACKROSE!" yelled WindWhisperer, "Wake Up!" BlackRose looked around realizing she was on the train again, not knowing what else to do she began to cry. WindWhisperer to her in is hooves and began to comfort her.