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The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.

"It's time, Scootaloo…we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, accompanied by their sisters and their friends, Scootaloo turned to look up at the mare. "You never did answer me in the clubhouse. What happens to me now? Is this it?" The mare didn't speak for a moment, but instead gestured to the procession before explaining. "When a life is lost before its time, and while it's still innocent of crime, judgment cannot be passed. There was never enough time to decide who you would have grown up to be or the choices you would have made, and death doesn't believe in punishing the innocent." She lowered her gaze to meet the filly and smiled sadly. "Your life wasn't without purpose though. You lived and you touched ponies lives through simply being there."

Time did not stand to wait for the pair. As the mare spoke, ponies came and went. Each had their own words, but only a precious few being heard. As Applebloom approached the coffin, the mare paused in her explanation. Applejack stood beside her younger sister and gently pulled her close, doing her best to offer comfort that would never be enough to fill the hurt. The little filly spoke with a seriousness that Scootaloo had never before heard her friend take upon any matter before, even her own heart's desire in obtaining her cutie mark. "You were never supposed tah die, Scootaloo. Ya were one of mah best friends, and I…you were like another sister tah me. We were gonna grow up together and find our special talent, an now I don't know if ah can without you. I miss you, and I loved you; so even if ah can't find mah special talent, I'll keep lookin fer yours. You were so special, and I hope, if ya can hear me, that ya know I admired ya. Ahm sorry about the argument, so please forgive me, cause I…I…" then the tears took her again and she was led away by her sister to piece back together a broken heart.

As Applebloom was led away from the coffin, Scootaloo felt her composure beginning to slip. She bit down hard on her lip and willed herself to keep what little she had together. The mare noticed the filly struggling to handle the scene and allowed her to compose herself again before continuing her explanation. "What happens now is this. Your death - much like life - is what you decide it is. It is your choice to make what happens now. Yours to decide what your heaven will be. But please…" her voice faltered as she lowed her head, as though weighted down by the sorrows of the world. "Once you choose…you can never go back. Your heaven can change, but you have to do it on your own. I can only help you the first time. So please…make your decision wisely."

It was by that time that Sweetie Belle and Rarity had approached. The young filly looked up with a lost sort of heartache, unsure of what to do. Rarity only stroked back her sister's mane and turned to reach into a saddlebag she had brought to the procession. From within, she pulled out a garment designed for a young mare. It was a long, flowing cape lined with the shimmering gold of Celestia's sun. The rest was comprised of a rich, heavy scarlet velvet. In the middle was a much more intricate design, three mares of all creeds joining in the center. The earth pony and the unicorn were mere silhouettes, but between them they held the magnificent wings of a Pegasus. Carefully, she draped it over the coffin and nodded to Sweetie Belle. Soft at first, the little filly began in low trembling tones, but as she closed her eyes and turned her head to the heavens her voice grew louder and louder as she sang.

"I have not wings to follow you, and I know not where you go.
I cannot fly to heaven far to ever let you know,
But your wings were made for angels, irreplaceable in their worth,
So goddesses have now taken…an angel…back from earth…"

The song dissolved in bitter tears, and as the former had - she was led away to recover in the company of her only surviving friend.

"I-it's not fair…" she choked, furious at herself for collapsing back into the grief of her own death again. She scrubbed at her eyes and  cursed herself before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to calm back down. Even after the touching words, she felt at a loss. Did they not understand? "You were the best friends a girl could have…Sweetie Belle is more of an angel t-than I am…and Applebloom is just trying to be strong for her. It isn't fair…"

The crowd slowly dispersed as the hours ticked by. Scootaloo watched as many of the adults she had known spoke in low soft tones of their regret and sorrow. She watched as some lay down gifts and letters to a filly that most of them had never known. Was it guilt that drove them to do this? She didn't know. She only watched as familiar and unfamiliar alike gathered to say their goodbyes, and then she was all alone.

Scootaloo could feel a dull ache in her chest as she sat there, waiting. Out of many faces - there had been one missing. "I-I guess I wasn't…I wasn't really important to her." she began, looking up at the mare who moved to sit beside her, offering only what she had to give, if only an ear to listen. Scootaloo continued as she looked up at the sky. "I wanted to grow up to be just like her. She was the most amazing flyer in all of Equestria…she could break the sound barrier. She could move the world if she wanted to…but…she didn't…"

A creak of protest interrupted her. The origin came from a rusted hinge at the funeral's gate, and two figures seemed to move at the edge of the haze that had begun to enshroud the grave site. They seemed to speak to each other for a few minutes. One turned away only to be shoved by the other, gently but firm in its resolution. As one ushered her companion nearer, their voices began to materialize. "I-I c-can't…oh Celestia…please, I can't d-do this…" "Yes you can…I know this is hard, and it's going to be hard for a little while longer, but if you don't do this than you'll never get another chance. Please…" The silhouettes began to become clearer outlines, and Scootaloo's eyes widened as, finally, they stepped into visibility and approached the coffin.

"H-Hey kiddo…I-it…it's me. I just…Oh Scootaloo, I'm so sorry!" the mare choked, a cry of anguish ripping itself from her heaving chest. Tears blinded her as she bowed her head and rest it against the coffin. "I'm so sorry! I-If…If I had known…I should have…I'm so stupid, Scoots. I should have seen w-what was going on. You w-were the first filly to believe in me. You looked up to me. You d-depended on me and I was so blind…It should have been me!" She cried, beating the earth below her with her front hoof. "I-it shoulda been me…I'm so sorry…I loved you, Scootaloo…and I n-never t-told you that…it didn't have to be this way…and it's my fault. I'm sorry…please forgive me…Scootaloo…"

It was then Fluttershy tucked her wing around her friend and held her close. It was disturbing in its way. Scootaloo could find no words for what she saw before her. The strongest flier in Equestria now bowed before her, broken and inconsolable by even her closest friend. She had never seen Rainbow cry before. She had never even known if the confident mare was capable of allowing herself that relief; that didn't matter to her anymore. Scootaloo had mattered. Now it was too late.

Yet, at the same time, Scootaloo couldn't bring herself to anger. She had been angry at times, yes. Why had no one ever looked for her? Why had her parents failed to take care of her? Why had Rainbow never once asked if everything was ok with her home life - or known there had never been a home for her to go back to? In life those things had made her angry. Now they only made a deep sigh well within her as she wished she could tell Rainbow her true feelings.

She had never blamed any of them for what had happened and she never would. They never needed to ask for forgiveness - because they were never blamed…but how could they know? How could they hear a voice come from a mouth that would never move again?


Fluttershy did her best to console Rainbow for the time that passed so slowly. Finally, after a moment in eternity that lasted what seemed forever, Rainbow got up. The mare silently pulled out something she had tucked beneath her wings, placing it on the coffin and whispering a final, "Goodbye…" before turning to leave with Fluttershy at her side.

Once they had finally gone, Scootaloo brought herself to look at it. It wasn't a second longer before she couldn't look at it anymore and turned away. The crown of Equestria's Best Young Flyer had been placed over the cape Rarity had left behind.

It had been Rainbow's pride and joy. It had been her happiness and inspiration. Now, it was only a memory they would never share, and a broken dream. She would never get to see her fly - so there was no reason to wait for the next best flyer, her flyer, that had never gotten to soar. As they reached the gate to the funeral, Rainbow stopped one last time to cast a glance back at what could have been. She couldn't see Scootaloo staring back at her, nor could she see anything more through the tears that blinded her.

Now truly alone, the air was silent. The filly and the mare sat together there for a long time, the filly staring off into a nothingness that stretched endlessly before her. There were endless possibilities now to fill the void of all that she would never grow up to realize. The destination of heaven now loomed to replace the journey of life to reach it. There was no hurry to get there. She had all the time in the world now. The mare knew this just as well as she did, and did not move to disturb the filly's thoughts.

Days passed in the course of those thoughts, and Scootaloo uttered not a word. She sat there, perfectly still, staring sadly into forever that merely stared back. Tears would occasionally brim and flow down her features, but even those waned and ended as time passed. Finally, on the first morning of winter, she spoke.

"I've decided." the words came from absolute silence. The mare started at the sudden resolution is such a young filly's voice, but listened to hear what she had deemed worthy of heaven. Over thousands of years she had heard and seen many different heavens. Sometimes, the heaven would be of one who chose to become a god and rule forever in their own domain. Sometimes, the heaven would be a fantasy they had never gotten to fulfill. Then, sometimes, it would simply be to never want or need for anything again and to simply join their loved ones when their time came; living in paradise for all eternity. Scootaloo continued, pushing herself up and bracing for whatever was going to come next. "I know what I want, so now what?"

While the mare found it odd she did not simply speak it and let it be, she nodded and turned to stare into forever once more. "Will it to be, but be sure…there isn't any going back after this. Do you understand?"

Scootaloo only nodded and closed her eyes. This was her heaven. This was her final wish.
Who mourns most when a young life is lost? The answer is those who knew how such a tiny light could light up their lives.
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Elven-Tigeress Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*cries everywhere*
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LPStrinity Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Would it be okay if I did fanart of Sweetie Belle's song?
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:iconamberlepu:
AmberLepu Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2013
Sure! I'd be delighted if you did!
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:iconlpstrinity:
LPStrinity Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks!
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Nettleheart Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Don'tcrydon'tcrydontcrydontcrydontcrydontcry...
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AmberLepu Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2013
Did you cry? :iconheplz:
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:iconimsokewl27:
imsokewl27 Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2014
Hell yeah I did. I lost it with Rainbow Dash.
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WildStarofForestClan Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2013
I DID D:
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:iconnettleheart:
Nettleheart Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
No...
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Sketchy-32 Featured By Owner May 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
got done in by the cape
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Marcleine Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Okay, the miracle is lost. I'm crying so hard right now....
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Whiskeybound Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
I've been crying the entire time, but when it came time that Rainbow Dash stepped up...I lost it. I just lost it. I had to stop after I read it all to cry, I could barely read.
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RubyClockwork Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Sweetie Belle's song made me lose it.
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:iconpkbrony:
PKBrony Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2012
I shed a few tears
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geckolord123 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2012
o my gosh ive been bawling......
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CaitieRawr Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
So sad. I started to cry when Applebloom said her goodbyes. You're an amazing writer
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DD2111 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2012  Student
...briliant...*sobs*
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Trueblue02 Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2012
this chapter is the one that got me...

T_T
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billyogoat Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2012  Student Artist
god damn it... i haven't cried in 4 damn years. it feels like my soul has just been ripped out...
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Vennyr Featured By Owner May 9, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I really loved this story, if not simply because it made me cry.
I uhh was wondering if it was alright if i used the lyrics that Sweetie Belle sings at the funeral in a song that a couple of friends and I are working on.
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AmberLepu Featured By Owner May 10, 2012
I don't have a problem with it! Actually, there's a full version of the song called "The Filly Angel" that was written by Cinnamon Clover if you'd rather have the whole thing. It's here: [link] and it's really beautiful! :3
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lookman3733 Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2012
i just sent the lyrics to the real singing voice actor for weetie bell michael creber
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Vennyr Featured By Owner May 12, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks! :3
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X-Nightcore-X Featured By Owner May 7, 2012
T_T I cried at the best young flyers part
so sad
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Mrucux7 Featured By Owner May 6, 2012
MANLY TEARS WERE SHED :manlytearsplz:
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SuperBrony79 Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I-I'm a guy... and crying... lord why is this so beutiful?
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KagamineRiin Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist
TEARS. I TRYED SO HARD BUT THEY CAME OUT ANYWAYS D:<
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xXDarkestRoseXx Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconsadplz: I-I broke at sweetie bell's song.
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Ciano930 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
where is this story? PAGE LOOOOOAAAD!!! D=
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:iconciano930:
Ciano930 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Its workin now...... and damn this fic is soo sad!
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Ciano930 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
wrong tag..... ='(
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LunarVengeance2456 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I just read My Little Dashie and now this...
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lookman3733 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2012
good god why.add bubble and you will cry for a week
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NightFeathr Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2012  Hobbyist Interface Designer
ITS SO SAD.
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FinalGamer Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2012
Well this is heartbreakingly beautiful. Loved your view of an Equestrian funeral, very humble and the cape was just sweeteningly heartwrenching.
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DomoLedraw Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
sed.
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deathguard-lundmark Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012
Second time around and I still cried :'(
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LayserA Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012  Student Digital Artist
MY EYES!! I'M LEAKING! please make it stop...please...
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NurseTenderheart Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I love and hate you soo much right now... I can't stop crying..
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DracoDei Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
SPOILER ALERT!!!


Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.
-Maybe better weather for a funeral anyway... I could see Rainbow Dash being professional enough about such matters to have researched such things... plus... well Scootaloo was the president of her fanclub, and that probably meant enough to her, especially in retrospect that I could see her matching the sky to her own mood.

"What happens now is this. Your death - much like life - is what you decide it is. It is your choice to make what happens now. Yours to decide what your heaven will be. But please…" her voice faltered as she lowed her head, as though weighted down by the sorrows of the world. "Once you choose…you can never go back. Your heaven can change, but you have to do it on your own. I can only help you the first time. So please…make your decision wisely."
-Caution and care in a Crusader? She has a strong challenge ahead of her.

Soft at first, the little filly began in low trembling tones, but as she closed her eyes and turned her head to the heavens her voice grew louder and louder as she sang.
-Cutie-mark incoming? And Applebloom gets her's second (or third?) so she doesn't feel guilty about "winning" the argument.

The song dissolved in bitter tears, and as the former had - she was led away to recover in the company of her only surviving friend.
-I guess not.

She could move the world if she wanted to…but…she didn't…"
-I doubt it... she's waiting until everyone else is gone... far gone. She isn't good with words, especially not words that show her to be less than perfectly strong. The clouds weep her tears for her, because her two eyes are not enough for the work.

"H-Hey kiddo…I-it…it's me. I just…Oh Scootaloo, I'm so sorry!"
-Bingo.

The crown of Equestria's Best Young Flyer had been placed over the cape Rarity had left behind.
-Not all burdens fall upon you, some of them you have to look for to pick up... some of the most important ones will fight you tooth and claw to remain laying their in the muck, drowning... I hope that Rainbow doesn't break her back. She's only the best (mortal?) flier... she's not even an Alicorn. Her wings can only lift so much. But... she will look for what she can carry, and what she carries will rarely fall to the ground once she picks it up. She will need to know how to pass off what she must (Applejack might be able to explain that to her).

Days passed in the course of those thoughts, and Scootaloo uttered not a word.
-And finally (just in time) she learns patience and care...

Scootaloo only nodded and closed her eyes. This was her heaven. This was her final wish.
-Cliffhanger... cliffhangers never turn out badly (it is a rule that COULD be broken, but I have yet to see it be).
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espion400 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2012
Sweetie Belle's song made me cry. I have no words for the sorrow I feel...it's just...just...oh fuck it! I don't know. I'm just sad.
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SpiritWolfSong Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012
grr.. this hits home... one of my best friends took the nickname 'scoots' after the character in the show and my very best friend took the name raninbow dash and this.. this funeral... DAMN!
i actually teared up.. and i didn't cry at my little dashie.. bravo!
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Tatsu-Nana Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I got this far, and I was doing pretty good...but then the funeral...just...GODDAMMIT.

The one thing I'm kinda having a problem with though, is that it feels like you are wanting to add more emphasis on the fact that there is so much Scoot wants to tell her friends but can't...when this is mentioned, I feel like it lacks the necessary emphasis/emotion to really make it stand out. There is still lots of necessary detail fit into a very small amount of space, it doesn't drag on at all. Keeps you hooked.
For a fanfic, I think you did a wonderful job!
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Sorasshadow1 Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2012
I started crying for real in the second chapter, and now I can't stop.
This is wonderfully written and I really have to say that you did a splendid job writing this.
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Xip3rheartsLuna Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2012
You caught me by surprise,

Here is a fitting song with this chapter:
[link]
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PrincessMolestia Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2012
wait, you can make your own heaven? Scootaloo should wish to be John Freeman.
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Matva-The-Ysalamiri Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2012
This part got me SO HARD :( When Rainbow showed up...
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FabiotheTurtle Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2012
And again... You truly are evil sir. But evil madman borders on brilliant genius, so I shall forgive you.

It's amazing how much you can make me care for Scootaloo through just words.
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ArcticFox501 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
omg scoots why
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FeatherCollector Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2011
Honest to god crying here. This is beautiful and just... why are ponies determined to make me feel so emotional?!

While reading, I listened to Chain Algorithm's "Beautiful Blue Wings" and... wow

The Best Flyer Crown really got to me...
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