She misses them. Swore to avenge them. She had been through so much. Too much. Walking through hell would be child's play. Everypony she knew, loved, and cared for were either corrupted, or dead. She was the last crusader.
It was the day of the galloping gala, in the middle of September. She and her two best friends were doing random things, running around, throwing Frisbee, anything to get their cutie marks. But something was out of place, a stallion with blue and red mane was acting all suspicious, he seemed to be excited for such an event. He had seemed to be crazy. But the filly was not wanting to be rude. So she had just continued to run around. About half an hour later, they had gone to the ball room. That stallion had got everyponies attention "its finally done... ITS FINALLY DONE HAHA". Somepony shouted "Stop him! He's trying to kill us all!". Everypony had started to panic, they crusader had to think fast. She quickly grabbed her friends, and tried to rush out. They heard the stallion screaming "NO! No. I'm going to save you all, don't you try and stop me!". This had started to go haywire. They needed to grab their sisters! They had rushed back to the ball room seeing them distracted by the psycho. But it was too late. "This is your redemption day, everypony! Go away from me! Stay away from me! Go away! You can't touch me now! You see this button here?"
"I'M GONNA PRESS IT!"
Screaming. Darkness. Questions. Many un-answered questions. Pain. "This was the death of me" She had thought. She felt a brush against her hoof. She was pulled up by somepony. She could not see who it was, but they had taken her back to a cart. She woke up in a small little tent. She had seen a mare with a cape on. The mare had turned around saying "oh, you're up". It was the great and powerful. The young crusader was relieved to see that she was alive, but looked around to see her friends. She asked where her friends were. Trixie took off her hat, putting it against her chest. The crusader burst into tears. Sobbing, she asked what had happened. "Somepony had gotten corrupted by this new ocatvious disease. Celestia has been hiding this for years. We've been lied to. This disease was founded four years ago, infecting a mare named Octavia. She went crazy, killing her roommate. It was quite sad. You really must be going now." The crusader went out, seeing so much destruction. The air had gone to a color of dust, the buildings were on fire, and bodies on the ground. Seeing how traumatizing the site was, she ran into sugarcube corner, picked up some supplies, she had food, water, a backpack, and a green sword that had Taylor slayer written on it. All the items were heavy, but she carried on.