Carriage racing had always been a long time hobby of Billionaire Twilight Sparkle; in her later years of life, the sport instilled excitement, adrenaline, ecstasy, and even fear. The fear of being so close to death and life at the same time is a quality that any carriage racer needed in order to push forward. The thrill of being so close to that line of death is what makes the sport so exhilarating to those in it and to those who watched it; so of those in it enjoy it a little too much.
"You're pulling the carriage to hard Twilight," a voice on her radio advised while yelling to prove her point. "The wheels will come bursting off and you won't fair well yourself."
"I can handle it," a gravely spoken Twilight and she pushed herself even harder. She was just behind the lead pony who was also getting a good yelling from his crew chief. Twilight sped up just enough to be side-by-side with the lead pony and exchanged a look of competition.
"The whole assembly is starting to fall apart," Twilight's crew chief argued again. "That's it! I'm taking over control and slowing you down before something bad happens."
"Somethings bad happens?" Twilight thought to herself. "That is exactly what I am planning."
Twilight back kicked the console that was just behind her on the carriage; preventing her crew chief from taking over control. A good idea when you stop and think about it, especially in Twilight's mind set.
"You bitch!" her crew chief yelled. "Are you trying to get yourself killed!?"
"Maybe," Twilight said quietly, somewhat hoping that her crew chief heard her. It had been ten years since Twilight had retired from being Mare-Do-Well; ten years have not been kind to her. There were multiple reasons why she retired: she was getting older, being overwhelmed at times by the various criminals that she fought and the lack of respect she got from the general public at times. But there is one reason that rules them all that forced her to retire early, the one aspect of her life she regrets and would have taken her own life to pay for it: the death of Babs Seed, the second Good Steed. Her death will stay with Twilight as a reminder of her failure, a reminder that she is only a Pony, a reminder to never wear the mask ever again. Retirement was not easy for her. She forced herself to pick up other hobbies such as carriage racing.
In the the ten year of retirement all Twilight longs for is a good death, a good death to end her never ending suffering.
Twilight had pushed the carriage too hard, it began to skid which led to it topple over: rolling on its side; Twilight no where to be seen. Her good death seemed closer then even she had realized. "At last," she said to herself.