MUHAHAHHAHAHHAH! I am the evil one for stopping right there. Keep going to find out what happens.
Disclaimer: Nah-uh, still don't own it.
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Tiger threw his head away as he heard the loud sword smash into the water. She couldn't have survived. She was gone.
Rattles was now not screaming out of fear but crying and screaming for DarkHeart. Tiger didn't feel the need to cry, but he guessed it was okay for Rattles, DarkHeart had been her only sister, all they had left in the world was each other and trying to get their Mama and the rest of the ponies back. She had been alittle honorable, in the end.
He heard Flicker sniff a couple of times, not crying, just sniffling to keep from letting the few tears for DarkHeart fall.
Tiger pulled his head back and laid the crying Rattles on his back, leaving Flicker to try and comfort the poor tiny baby.
It would take half a day to reach the other beach. Rattles cried the whole trip. Nothing would comfort the child, Tiger doubted anything would.
Reaching the beach, Tiger was glum, Flicker was glum, Rattles was unreachable. Rattles took a place right on the sand, looking out towards MangoTango Island, and stared, as if waiting for something. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she never seemed to notice, she would just stare ahead. Gone was the chasing of the waves on the beach, instead, she sat, letting them swarm around her, and then retreat, as if along with tiny bits of her childish sanity.
Tiger and Flicker decided to camp out along the beach. They had no clue how long it had been since Rattles had eaten, they heard her stomach grumble a couple of times, but she wouldn't move from that spot that she chosen when they landed. They finally had to give it to her where she could stare ahead and still eat.
It was long past her bedtime. She didn't care. Her ears would flick sometimes as she heard Tiger and Flicker both softly snoring around the fire they had made. They wouldn't leave her....but she didn't care.
Sure her companions were asleep, Rattles got up. She wandered down the sea-line, following the jagged tracings in the sand the water had made. "DarkHeart...." She mumbled to herself.
Rattles had always looked up to DarkHeart. DarkHeart wasn't a bad pony like everyone wanted to believe. DarkHeart was a good pony, like everyone else, you just had to want to find the good. Would you want to be good, even when every time you do something good, you're still considered bad? After a time, some people can still take it, and Rattles guessed they were better role models maybe...but DarkHeart never lashed out at anyone publicly. DarkHeart stayed in private when she lashed out, and never at another pony, no, if she lashed out it would be in her songs, in her pictures, in bashing the tree trunks. So sure, bashing the tree trunks was alittle violent, but it's not as if DarkHeart could really harm the trees she chose to bash her hooves against.
Rattles was sure that DarkHeart never wanted to be someone's role model. She remembered when she was slightly younger how DarkHeart would disclude her to try to make Rattles hate her. But she couldn't. Rattles couldn't hate DarkHeart, she never did something wrong to the others except be herself. Rattles had over heard her one night, saying she wished Rattles would hate her so Rattles wouldn't get tainted by her. Tainted? By what? The good that's locked inside of you, DarkHeart?
And it wasn't all one sided. Oh no. Rattles knew that DarkHeart needed her, just as much as she needed DarkHeart. DarkHeart needed to see that there was love for her not only in her mother, but in other places. Where Rattles needed DarkHeart emotionally and physically, DarkHeart needed Rattles emotionally.
...Why was she thinking all of this in past tense?
It never really registered to Rattles that DarkHeart could die that early....dying was for old ponies and old animals right? DarkHeart wasn't that old...why did she have to die so young? Why did she have to die when she was actually trying to show the world she had good in her?
It was the witch's fault.
All the witch's fault. The witch had to be defeated.
Rattles looked up at the sky as she plopped back down into the sand. The moon was high, a half moon....kinda like her half heart. It was like a hole had been shot into her, DarkHeart....
"It's past your bed time." A voice said behind her.
No.....
Rattles' eyes grew wide as she slowly turned her head to look behind her. Black kneecaps. Black upperlegs. Black chest. Black neck and blood red striaght mane. Amythest met pink.
"YOU'WE AWIVE!" Rattles cried joyfully, tears appearing the second time today, but this time out of joy.
"I must have nine lives or something." DarkHeart chuckled as she nuzzled her crying little sister's tears away.