Death Is The Fairest.
Creak... Creak... Creak...
Back and forth rocked Granny Smith on her rocking chair placed on the porch of the Apple Family household. She felt the fall breeze brush through her hair and caress her face. Granny Smith hummed, looking over to the once green leaves on the apple trees turn brown and slip off. Floating gently down, touching the earth.
She managed to see a red figure off in the distance, assuming it was her grandson using a rake to gather the fallen leaves, gathering them into a pile. Some leaves managed to slip through the cracks, but Big Macintosh remedied that mistake quick, putting the leaves back into the pile and raking them along.
"Granny Smith?" A faint voice called out, and the elderly Earth Pony looked over to her right and sees Applebloom standing there next to her.
"Yes, caramel?" Granny Smith spoke softly, "What is it?"
"Are ya okay? Ah called yer name, and ya didn't hear me tha first time, is everythin' okay?" Applebloom asked.
Granny Smith smiled and gave her a nod, focusing on Applebloom's lips. "Everythin' is alright deary, my mind was just wanderin'."
Applebloom was still concerned but moved on, "Ah was just askin' if ah could go hang out with tha crusaders?"
Granny Smith scoffed, "Now, why do ya need my permission? Ye're free to go, hang out with yer friends."
"Well, it's just that Applejack told me to take care of ya while she's away solvin' a friendship problem with Fluttershy in tha south," Applebloom replied, to which the elderly mare hummed.
"Alright, caramel, go on ahead," Applebloom's eyes brightened, and she skipped along down the path to Ponyville, but just before she gets too far, Granny Smith called out; "Oh, an' Applebloom?"
Applebloom stopped herself and turned to face Granny Smith, mouthing the words; "Yes, Granny?"
Granny Smith smiled, "Ah love ya, Applebloom."
Applebloom smiled back, mouthing; "Ah love ya too, Granny." Before she skipped off down the path, leaving Granny Smith alone on the porch.
She took a deep breath, gathering all of the nice cold air before releasing it through her mouth and kept rocking back and forth.
Creak... Creak... Creak...
She then heard a sound so clearly, as if somepony fixed her hearing for her. The sound was a whistle, the whistle rang across the farm, yet it wasn't loud. Granny Smith stopped rocking her chair and turned her head to face the sound. She saw a figure so clearly, as if somepony fixed her sight for her. The figure was a large silvery-white, bipedal wolf with an elongated snout, gray "mask" marking on his face, sharp teeth, and calm red eyes. He wore a black riding cloak with a built-in hood, and brown trousers under it. The wolf stood in front of the door which was right next to her.
"Hello, Granny Smith," The Wolf said like an old friend.
"Hello, Death," Granny Smith replied. The Wolf appeared to be surprised, having not expecting her to know his name. His eyebrows raised high before he smiled and took the hood off his head. "Ah've been expectin' ya."
"Likewise," He glanced down at the Earth Pony, and Granny Smith looked right back. The two stared each other in their eyes, "You lived quite a while, Ms. Smith."
"Oh, please, call me Granny Smith, everypony calls me that anyway." Granny Smith gave Death a warm smile, "And besides, a mere seventy years is nothin' compared to ya."
Death shook his head, "Abuela, your memory seems to have failed you, for you have lived to one-hundred-ninety-seven."
"Ya couldn't have waited three years?" Granny Smith joked which managed to make Death snort out a laugh.
"I'm afraid not, your time has come." Death replied.
"Ah suppose that's fair, ah've lived longer than any of tha other folk 'round me." Granny Smith continued to rock in her chair and look out to her farm, her eyesight was better than ever before, she could see so clearly. She saw that Big Mac was no longer raking leaves, likely to have gone to Ponyville, and leaving her alone on the farm.
"Well, that isn't particularly true, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are centuries old, and they're still alive enjoying retirement." Death said matter-of-factly.
"That is true, ah can't make it past two centuries it'd seem." Granny Smith chuckled to herself; Death couldn't help but chuckle too.
"That's life for you, life isn't fair, but death on the other hand," Death gestured to himself, "Death is the fairest. Everyone gets it."
Granny Smith nodded, "Ah suppose so, everypony gets it sooner er later."
"Indeed, although, it is a shame I had to take Bright Mac and Butter Pear so soon." Death admitted, "It's unfortunate that Applebloom never really knew them, and you were left with the burden of taking care of three foals."
"Ain't no problem, like ya said, 'life isn't fair, death is the fairest.'" Granny Smith said cooly.
Death smirked and walked away from the door to sit down left of Granny Smith on the floor. "The afterlife isn't all that bad, after all, people are dying to get to it."
"Hah! Who'd-a thought that Death was a comedian?" Granny Smith chuckled as she rocked. Death stared ahead into the farm as did Granny Smith, looking past the apple trees, past Sweet Apple Acres and into Ponyville.
"And who would have known that this town would hold so many unforgettable memories to your grandchildren?" Death asked, "From Nightmare Moon's arrival to the rise of Twilight Sparkle as the ruler of Equestria. You've done so many things, you should be proud."
Granny Smith snorted, "Proud? Ah didn't do diddly squat, ah just made tha town, it's my granddaughter and her friends' doin' that really made this town a special place."
"I suppose that is true." Death mused.
The two had sat in silence for a while and eventually, Death stood to his feet, taking out two crescent shaped sickles.
"Well, git on with it."