Cheers from the crowd became audible as Brandon started repeatedly pounding on a shocked Marekya, punching her right in the face, the torso, anywhere she could feel pain. She kept trying to block his attacks, but he was just angry enough to have his physical and emotional restraints released. This is how I die, she thought as she saw the anger on Brandon's face, I'm going to die like this. If only I moved on...
Different words came from different ponies.
"Get her, Brandon!"
"Kick her ass!"
"For Fluttershy!"
"Alright, Brandon!"
"Brandon Ashford!"
"Go, Brandon!"
Brandon raised the knife and stabbed Marekya right in the heart, "That's for Fluttershy and all of the lives you ruined, Marekya. You're done." Marekya stood horrified, a look of deep sadness bearing over her face, "Brandon...I'm so sorry..." were her last words before dropping to the ground, gone from the world forever. The barrier dispersed and the six immediately rushed to Fluttershy's side. Brandon held her in his arms, "Shy, please wake up." he felt around for a pulse and put his ear on her chest to check for signs of breathing. Nothing. "Please...don't just leave like this." Lizzie started yelling to the crowd, "Is anypony a doctor? Please, we need to hurry!" "Lizzie," he said somberly, "it's over...she lost too much blood."
"Maybe not," Princess Celestia said, "Spirits of Harmony, your presence is requested," she shouted to the heavens. A holy light beamed from the clouds, revealing the Spirits of Harmony to take form. "Princess Celestia,"the Spirit of Magic said, "The Hero has saved Equestria by killing the Two Beasts of Equestria. He has fulfilled the prophecy. We thank him for saving our beautiful world, but we cannot bring his One back.""Why the hell not!?" He yelled, "I did everything you asked! I didn't question your motives, I did everything! I even killed Cichol! What more do you want?!"
"We only have the power to bring one soul back. And, as you now know, Fluttershy has two inside of her. One being her own, the other being your offspring. You must choose between the two. If you choose Fluttershy, then the child will be born dead. If you choose your child, then we will take it on, and form it until it is ready to awaken in the womb. You know as well as anyone that there cannot be a goal accomplished withoutsacrifice."
Sacrifice,
he thought, that's all they need. But...what do I choose? If I choose Fluttershy, she'll never forgive me...but...if I don't, then how would I tell it that its mother died because of me? Can I handle this...what do I need to do? Brandon looked down at the lifeless body of his beloved slumped into his arms. Arms...he thought, arms! That's it!
"I choose both," he said. "We are sorry, Brandon, but you can not have them both. We don't have the power.""I do, though. Will my ancestor's magic be enough to bring the baby's soul back? Princess Celestia told me that the power exceeded Starswirl."
The Spirits looked to eachother. "We will try our hardest, but be warned, there is only half of a chance that this succeeds. We hope the best for you."
He felt the magic being sucked out of him, thousands of years of ancient magic being used as an energy source to bring Fluttershy back. The light surrounded her, it looked like it was working. The knife fell out of her back and her wound started to heal, her chest started rising and sinking, indicating she was breathing again. The lights faded away and the Spirits dissapeared. He looked at the unconcious mare as she slowly opened her eyes again. "B..." Was all she could say. "Don't talk. No, you're not dead. Not anymore. Let your blood start pumping again. And don't worry about the baby, I handled it." Fluttershy smiled, still weak from the blood loss. "You look beautiful, even covered in blood," he told her, brushing her mane out of her face. "I'll carry you home. We've got a wedding to plan and a nursery to build." He said as he picked her up and held her in his arms. Lizzie screamed, "Wow, brother, you're getting married!? And I'm going to be an aunt?! This day just got amazing!...Wait...if Fluttershy's pregnant then...oh, gross! How could you two-?!" "Grow up, Lizzie!" he snapped at her. Twilight chuckled at the two. They reminded her of her and Shining Armor. Never having a real argument, but never showing anger when they tried to make a point. "Well, every pony. It's a new day and I think we have a brand new adventure heading our way." "Oh, yeah? What's that?" Brandon asked. Twilight chuckled, "Well, I would happily help you two plan the wedding." Pinkie jumped in, realizing what was going on, "Oh, definetley! And I think I can get the Cakes to cater, and I'll be in charge of the reception!" "Fluttershy will need a wedding dress. That usually takes weeks of perfection, but I, being hardworking in the name of fashion, can get it done by next week. No charge, of course. Oh, Fluttershy, this will be so much fun! I have about fifteen different designs, eight of which will suit you perfectly! Brandon, you'll also need a suit! I know something you'll look just charming in!" Rarity quit talking in order to get a basic idea on what she wants for the perfect dress for Fluttershy. Applejack threw on her hat, which was previously lowered as a respect to the loss of Fluttershy, and said, "Well, I'm sure I can help y'all with the nursery an' everything, you two will have your hands...hooves...whatever, you'll be busy is all I'm sayin'." Rainbow Dash thought of a way she could help, "I guess I could help make sure the weather's nice and sunny on the special day!"
"There's no stopping them now, Shy. They've got their minds set on it." Fluttershy chuckled weakly, "We still have to think of a name for the baby," she said, her voice straining to make sound. "We'll think of something," he said, kissing her forehead, "Right now, we've got bigger things to take care of, most importantly giving you a bath. You still smell," he joked. "We still have nine months to think of a name, but the wedding and nursery come first." "You're right," she said.
"Oh, and Fluttershy?"
"Yes?"
"The next time you survive jumping in front of a knife, I'm kicking your ass."
"I know, sweetie. I know."
THE END.