Various parts of Mare-Do-Well's suit lay scattered across the floor cave. Twilight had made it to the deepest parts of the cave, the part that she only goes into to find something. Not something physical but inspirational. A thought, a memory, a good deed. Anything to get her back at a hundred percent in both body and spirit.
A memory of her parent's funeral haunts her. Twilight collapses from the immense pain from earlier, still heavily bleeding from Queen Chrysalis's attacks.
She remembers seeing her mother's face in the casket, closed and peaceful, like she always was.
"Where are you," Twilight says quietly, hoping to get some answer.
She looks into her father's casket, the man that was her protector and hero. Now he lay dead but still had the calm collected look in his face that she remembered last seeing before he died.
"I'm not finished yet," Twilight says with more power. "And your not finished with me!"
Twilight stares into the casket, but she was not looking at her father but Mare-Do-Well herself. Twilight often wondered in she and Mare-Do-Well were one and the same person and that if one died the other would live on. Mare-Do-Well died ten years ago when Twilight went into retirement but Mare-Do-Well never died, she only was resting. resting to one day rise again and rid Ponyville any every bad deed that stood in her way.
"You're never finished with me!" Mare-Do-Well said, claiming her destiny.