The Death of a Angel

"After everything I have seen and done there is still so much that I do not know about the universe around us, but I do know that for every action we make there will always be a positive and a negative reaction both in this world and the next."

Quote taken from Star Swirl the Beaded personal journal

shortly after the founding of Equestria.

Pain. That was all he could feel. Everything hurts, chest, lungs, bones they all hurt. His eyes slowly opened to reveal the damage insides of the TARDIE, the walls were scorch, wires hang from the ceiling and the main console is damage beyond repair. What happen? his mind wonders as he struggles to lift himself off the floor. The smell of smoke and burning metal reach into his nostrils, it made him cough uncontrollably, droplets of spit and blood fell to the floor with each fit.

I have to check on them. Make sure they're safe. With slow wobbling steps he made his way to the corridor that connected the control room to the living quarters. They too were damage beyond repair with half of it being blocked off by debris, but thankfully their door was left unharmed. He just hope that the same could be said for the ponies inside.

His front hooves bashed the door's controls and to his relief the door slid opened, then he was blown away by great wall of fire. With the wind knock out of him, the stallion could only stare in horror as the room was engulf in flames. "Derpy!" he called out desperately hoping that by some miracle his wife was still alive. "Derpy!"

A shadowy form began to take shape in the fiery room, a form with black wings and burning red eyes. "Time Turner." It said in a deathly hollow voice.

The stallion eyes widen in hopeful surprise. "Derpy? Is that you?"

"Why didn't you save us." The shadow demanded as the flames form the room began to reach out of the room like vengeful claws. "Why?"

"I try to Derpy! I swear I did!" The stallion said trying to calm the angry spirit.

"Why?" the Shadow asked again the flames now encircling the stallion

"Derpy please!"

His cries fell on deaf ears as the fire engulfed his body burning him from inside out.

"I'M SORRY!"

Time Turner awoke from his nightmare sweaty and out of breath, his grey body shook heavily as he gasps in lungful of air. Seconds later the doors to his chambers burst opened as a zebra and two shinning metal ponies entered the room. The zebra rushed over to the bed where the grey earth pony laid her eyes full of worry.

"Sir is everything alright." She asked with a heavy accented voice. "I heard you screaming."

It took the stallion several more breaths before he could answer. "Yes. Merook I'm fine."

"Is there anything I can do?" Merook asked.

Make these damn nightmares go away. Time Turner thought as he moved to get out of bed. "No, I don't need anything right now. What time is it?"

"It's twenty minutes past five sir."

I've slept for four hours, a new record.

"Did anything happened that I need to know of?" the stallion asked as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Nothing that warrants your attention sir, well except for…" Merook became quiet, not wanting to anger stallion after he had woken up so violently.

Time Tuner looked at the zebra through the bathroom's mirror as he turns tap on allowing hot water to pour into the sink. When it became she wouldn't continue without his consent he nodded for her to go on.

"It's Applebloom sir." She said earning an irritated sigh from the grey stallion. "She was caught trespassing on the palace grounds again."

"Let me guess with a knife." Time Tuner guessed as he splashes the warm water onto his face.

"No sir this time it was a bomb."

"Well, it's nice to know she's finally getting creative." He said grabbing a towel to dry his face off. "Where is she now?"

"In the throne room sir."

"Good keep her there. I'll be down there in a minute."

Merook bowed before leaving the stallion alone to freshen up and adorn the long red cape that marked his office as the absolute ruler of Equestria, Griffodore and Zebaway. It was indeed an impressive feat for one pony or any sentient being for that matter to archive but it was never about power or glory. No, for Time Tuner it was about bringing order true order to an uncivilized world. A world that he had once fought so hard to protect only for it to take everything he loved.

He looked at the mirror one more time making sure that his cape didn't have any creases and that his black mane was presentable. His eyes lingered on the stallion in the mirror, from the ashen body to the icy cold blue eyes. A word formed on his lips, a word that he had constantly asked since the death of his family, the word that will forever haunt him.

"Why?"