Spark Of Hope

The Darkness Plunges

A My Little Pony fanfiction. Inspired by a user in DeviantArt, Tharaxia. Please check out her arts. Part 1 art profile is made by Tharaxia, herself ^3^

"STOP IT, THARAXIA!!" Vanilla Bean screamed, yanking Tharaxia's arm away. Tharaxia stood, bewildered to hear her best friend call her by her official name. Vanilla Bean had always called her Thara, but only once in a blue moon had she called her Tharaxia. It was clear that Vanilla was angry.
"CAN'T YOU JUST LOOK BACK AND SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!" Vanilla flung her right hoof to point behind Tharaxia.
Tharaxia followed her hoof and turned. The Castle Of Princess Meteora, which was once the most beautiful place she and Vanilla had ever visited, now stood charred to black, with flames engulfing up the place from all directions. Tharaxia's emerald eyes dilated and shone, showing white dots. Her face was lit up with the vibrant colors of the flames. The emerald iris of her eyes suddenly became glossy due to the arrival of tears in her eye pockets. Her neck almost cracked from looking up at the humongous castle surrounded by angry flames. It was almost like an angel, surrounded by a bunch of demons from hell, nowhere to go and escape. Like a Trapped Angel.
"ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!" Came Vanilla's cracked voice. Tharaxia turned back to face her. Vanilla's eyes and cheeks were wet with water. Tears, to be more precise. Seeing this, Tharaxia's eyes began to well up even more. The barriers holding the tears were almost at its breaking point.
"METEORA IS GONE. ELAGIC IS GONE. AND-.." Vanilla gulped and stared with pain.
"DarkAce.." Tharaxia completed the sentence. She exhaled and stared down, ashamed.
"He..he's gone too..." Vanilla said.
Tharaxia looked up. She could clearly see the rage forming up in Vanilla's eyes. Her eyebrows arched downwards. Tharaxia closed her eyes. Tears, once at the verge of slipping from her eye pockets, now dashed their way down her furry cheek.
"ALL BECAUSE YOU BECAME NEGLIGENT AND INSOUCIANT IN FINDING THE SCROLL. THAT WAS OUR ONLY WAY TO STOP FALLE. AND YOU...YOU...YOU KNEW THAT! DIDN'T YOU?!" Vanilla screamed. Her voice was still hoarse and breaking.
Tharaxia bit her lip. It was true, she had known it was the only way to stop Falle. But she had gotten carried away, and spend all her time saving ponies who were under the hostage of Falle. A taste, almost like a metallic, filled her mouth. She jerked open her eyes. Blood....She had bit her lip so hard that blood began to drip inside her mouth.
"AND WHY DID WE FLEE FROM THE CASTLE WHEN OTHER PONIES NEEDED OUR HELP!? WHY WERE YOU SO SCARED?! THE THARAXIA I KNEW WAS NEVER SUCH A COWARD!" Vanilla continued to scream, mixed with cries.
"I'm..." Tharaxia began, "so..sorry..." She stammered. Vanilla closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Fix this, Tharaxia. Find the scroll and fix this mess...you...have created upon Equestria.." The dry grass rustled under Vanilla's hooves as she began to walk away.
Tharaxia stared up at the sky, her eyes glossier than ever. The night sky had streaks of purple due to the absorption of the powerful magic which Meteora always kept, confined to her castle. The formed auroras, giving of a faint glow.
"My mother...." Vanilla's voice was heard which made Tharaxia's head come down involuntarily. The sparkle had faded from Vanilla's peridot eyes, leaving a dusty and dull mint green. The moonlight reflected of her gloss in her eye, leaving her eyes to shine like a spotlight in which an experienced dancer could dance in it gracefully. "once told me.." she continued, "to be careful around you...that...you might break my heart one day..." she gulped. " I wished I had listened to her..."