Twilight Sparkle lay in a puddle of her own tears in the Canterlot Royal Archives. Books and scrolls had been scattered about. Sheets of parchment covered in notes and tears sat next to piles of books taller than Celestia herself. The moon was visible out of one of the tall arched windows on the wall.
Twilight’s mother would die that night, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Celestia slowly pushed open the door to the Archives. She heard the quiet sobs from behind the wall of books and walked to Twilight’s side.
“It’s time,” was all Celestia said. Twilight hefted herself up and followed the princess into the hall. Her mother had a room in the palace. She had been cared for by the best doctors and magicians in Equestria and given the most luxurious suite available. Nothing had helped.
The walk to her mother’s room felt like a dream to Twilight. She was barely aware of what was going on around her. She trotted forth with an emotionless mask, knowing full well what she was about to witness. It was so unreal for her. She was lost in her thoughts. Wild emotions flew through her head; a cacophony of feelings crashed against her mask, threatening to send her back into fits of tears, alone and depressed, wishing for a way to go back, before—
“We’re here,” Celestia broke Twilight out of her mind. Before the two was the open door to Twilight’s mother’s room. She looked more machine than pony, wired and tubed to machines surrounding her bed. The heart monitor kept a slow, monotonous beat for the room.
Twilight drifted to her mother’s bedside. The tears returned as she draped her arms over her mother.
“I tried,” she whispered, “I looked everywhere. There’s… there… I can’t…”
“Shh. It’s okay,” her mother whispered back. “It’s okay,” she smiled at her daughter and hugged her close. “I love you, sweetie,” she said for the last time.
“I love you too, mom.”
The heart monitor sang a single note, and Twilight Velvet’s heart lay still.
Twilight Sparkle sang with it.
Comments by Kyronea:
Poor Twilight’s mom…Twilight did everything she could, but there was nothing she could do. This was quite artistic with how it was written…the way the final line is written implies far more sorrow for Twilight than just saying “Twilight wailed” or “Twilight cried” might have. At least Twilight and her mom got a chance to say “I love you” one last time…most people don’t get that chance. Twilight will grieve, but she will eventually recover. Life goes on.