A Rainbow No More- Chapter 5


So, we witnessed that terrifying dream of Applejack's, and we also have little information on her side of the relationship.

But, we know something lurks in the back of her mind.

*Somewhat ambiguously floats away*


Rainbow's eyes shot open, her sudden movement making her gasp.

Sweat beaded around her temples, and a dull throb oozed around behind her eyes.

It was only a dream. It was her imagination. None of that would ever happen, nor did it happen.

She slowly caught her breath. The hospital was awake, and Rainbow could hear foals crying in the lobby, the occasional squeaky sound of wheels of a cart passing by. It was just like every other day she had spent here. The only difference was that Applejack was in the bed to her left, with a rough, blue curtain pulled through the middle, separating the two.

She was no longer afraid of how Applejack felt, nor was she afraid that she had done the wrong thing and told her.

She wasn't afraid of her mind, anymore.

She wasn't afraid of her worries.

She didn't fear anypony's thoughts.

She had learned that night.


Rainbow was flying.

She was flying very high.

She had no recollection of when she started flying; it was as if she had always been in the sky.

She just knew that she had been flying for a long time.

Below, the land looked like a dollhouse.

Everything looked like a toy.

She decided to land.

When she hit the ground, she felt a puff of dust blow away in the wind.

She observed the land around her.

Everything was still; the only disturbance being a gentle breeze. Ponies stood in place, eyes locked in place. Some were smiling, some were just looking ahead, into the gloom. She walked past a salesman, handing somepony a viola. The surface was dusted like an old statue in a mansion, its strings vibrating in the wind. The bow was on the customer's hoof, precariously tilting on the edge. Her face wore a smile, and the salesman wore one as well. The houses and stores were small, the paint chipping off of their walls, flaking and drifting away every so often.

The dry, cracking pathways hadn't been walked upon in years. Dust swirled around on their surface, flowing over the broken dirt like an ocean.

The wind.

It whispered.

It beckoned Rainbow.

She felt a yearning to follow the voice, a desire to uncover something.

The wind led her to a certain building.

She looked at the door. It was still, like the rest of them.

She pushed the door open slightly, the silence surprising her.

The memory of what stood before her sunk into her brain, dripping into her subconscious.

It stained her very mind.

Rainbow saw herself, frozen in time, holding a hat.

It was a Stetson hat, the kind Applejack wore.

Rainbow was sitting on a stool, on the edge, as the stool was on its side, laying in the hay. The wood peeled and cracked along the sides and legs.

As she approached herself, the door quickly slammed behind her.

On the inside of the door, there was a message, scrawled in dried, aged blood.

It read: "Pain is never heard."

As Rainbow turned to look at herself, sitting on the stool,

A single tear drop fell from her eye.


Whoa.

Another dream!

What does it mean?

...and why were they so similar?

Answer in the reviews!

Thanks!