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Famous Last Words · FiM Minific ·
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This day isn’t something I’d like to see so soon… Princess Celestia thought as rain pelted her umbrella in her magical grip. It hadn’t seemed fair, no… it wasn’t fair. Not even to him. It wasn’t fair that he—controversial as he was---should have been snuffed out this early in his life.

But life wasn’t fair. It never was. Nopony foresaw the war when they made first contact. Neither did the griffons, nor did the deers. All hoped that friendship and harmony would spring when they sent their envoys and diplomats to the Wolfish Khanate in the Far East—the ponies had peaceful contacts when the griffons came to Equestria across the seas after all, despite being predators.

No one asked for the war. No one asked for the death and destruction. But life wasn’t fair. It never was. Maybe the deers should have seen it coming, given that the contact they had with the griffon had been swords and conquering. But hope was blinding and thus everyone paid the price, including him, along with many mares and stallions. They all gave their lives for the defense of freedom.

“Blueblood had changed quite a lot, had he not?”

The voice of her sister, Princess Luna, jolted her out of her reverie. Celestia spied out of the corner of her eye at the dusk alicorn. Luna’s countenance held nothing. But the slight downcast and quiver of her eyes belied that—she was sad. They sat at the far back of the gathered ponies—a larger turnout than either had expected, given who was being buried, each covered under an umbrella.

Celestia said nothing for the moment, watching a white unicorn mare as she walked down the center aisle to a little podium, an umbrella over her in her pink aura. A black shawl hid the mare’s face and her two toned pink mane tied up in a neat bun but Celestia caught something glistening through the translucent material.

“Maybe he had, maybe he hadn’t,” she finally said.

At the reply, Luna angled her head toward Celestia. “What do you mean, sister?” She frowned. “Certainly, in his bit to woo the heart of Cloud Swirl, his wife and now widow, he had shed most, if not all of his old nasty attitude and all that to marry a commoner.”

The mare, Cloud Swirl, gave two taps on the mic and when she was satisfied that the mic was working, begun her eulogy of her dead husband.

Celestia met the eyes of Luna. “That was what it seemed to everypony but privately? I believe most of his ‘attitude’ had been to dissuade mares who wanted him for the status and wealth.”

Luna snorted. “That did not change his disdain of the commoners nor excuse his cowardice. His pursuit of Cloud Swirl must have forced him to confront his flaws and defeat them.”

Celestia smiled. “I… concede that point to you, Luna. Cloud Swirl was perhaps the best thing to ever happen to Blueblood. I’ve never seen him so attentive and supportive to anypony other than her…”

Luna returned the smile. “Indeed. Love is such a powerful force, to turn a sniveling, elitist coward into a caring, loving husband.”

Cloud Swirl slumped, sobbing as her eulogy near its end. Nopony applauded, only hanging their heads at the sight of the distraught mare.

“But life wasn’t fair,” Celestia said.

The smile disappeared off Luna’s face. “No, life never was.”

The two sisters watched as two solemn faced guards helped Cloud Swirl off the podium. As soon as the trio was off, more guards in their gold plated armor removed the stage, giving a clear view of a rectangular hole cut into the ground.

The sea of black umbrellas stood up. A slow rendition of ‘the Taps’ was started by a lone trumpet. A coffin carried by the pallbearers marched into view from the right and turned towards the hole after they crossed the front of the crowd.

“At least he saved the lives of his unit…” Celestia inclined her head.

Luna joined her sister in the action. “At the cost of his life… The line was faltering and was on the verge of routing but he stood and led the counter charge that routed the enemy…”

‘I— We don’t want to be food!’

Luna sniffed. “It could have been more eloquent.”

“But it will still go into the history books,” Celestia solemnly as the pallbearers lowered the coffin into the hole.

“Indeed, it will.”
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