Sorry about the story spamming folks... This next one's going to be sad again... Not entirely sure what I was thinking on this one... Character Death Warning.
Twilight closed her eyes as a sad smile spread across her face. She'd done it, she'd saved the world from Nightmare Moon. Even now she could hear her friends calling her name in cheers as the warmth of the Sun slowly covered her form. Oh it felt so good to feel the light's warmth again, but she knew it was fleeting. She had gone too far with the magic, it had pushed her abilities beyond the limit. She could feel the pain fading away as wave upon wave of exhaustion washed over her. Spike would be okay with her friends, she thought. Maybe Rarity could take him in.
"Twilight!" that would have been Applejack. Good ol' Applejack, always the dependable one. Twilight would miss her. She seemed like the friend she would have gotten along with the most. Her hard work ethic, her good cheer.
"Twilight!" oh Rainbow, always so quick on the pick-up, too bad Twilight hadn't been quicker to realize just how good a friend she would be. There was so much more that she could have learned from that one.
"T...twilight..." dear Fluttershy, she hated to leave like this. She didn't sound like she was all that torn up, but with working with animals all her life, it made sense that more than once she'd seen one die. Oh, she wished she could have been there when the dam broke and the tears fell. But she was just so tired.
"Twilight darling! Get up! We... we won!" Rarity was pleading with her. Yes, she should get up, but she just didn't have the energy. She could see the beauty of the generous soul inside that pony. She would be a good host to Spike, Twilight thought, a good shoulder to cry on late at night when his facade finally crumbled.
There was one voice she was missing, the one she expected to cut through all the others. In fact she could almost see her now, that messy pink mane, the perpetually cheerful smile. Dearest Pinkie, where was your voice? In her mind's eye she saw the filly looking around a black void, searching for something. Oh how she wanted to help the poor lost pony find what she was looking for, but she didn't have the energy. The spark had been too much and now she was burnt out.
The image of Pinkie hunting around in that darkness began fading from her sight as she felt her breathing slow down. The voices a distant and faded noise, much like hearing it through water. Mustering up the last of her energy she parted her lips and spoke very softly that only those closest to her could hear. And then she was still, leaving her friends to wonder just who she was apologizing to.