Vision proved difficult as the eyes of the pegasus tried to navigate through the thick, invasive fog. The hairs of her body stood as though at attention as a howling breeze passed over the ravine she stood in. Despite her trying, she couldn't recall where she was or how she had gotten there. She trekked forward a short distance to see if she could make out any markings on the canyon walls, but no luck would be had.

A small, silky voice spoke directly behind her. "It's your fault."

The pegasus whipped around to find the source of the noise, her mane creating a small whipping sound which echoed around the cavernous walls. The voice had been behind her, but even she knew she was alone. Utilizing her other senses, she sniffed the air. Her nostrils flared. Rancid. A pure, unadulterated rank scent invaded her sense of smell. The voice echoed through the air around her again, but this time it came from in front of her.

Sheer interest drove the pony forward, her hoof steps reverberating loudly off the walls that towered on each of her sides.  Her pace was slow and monotonous, almost too afraid to move any faster, yet an equal fear of losing the voice kept her from slowing any further.

Wet slime splashed up and coated the lower half of her forelegs as she pursued the voice. The minutes snailed by as she continued forward through the slimy muck, much of her lower half was now matted with it. Malice laced through the voice as it materialized again. "She trusted you. Look how you repaid that trust."

Her brain reeled at the statement and her legs snapped forward midstep, causing the pegasus to fall forward. No claim of denial she brought forth could challenge the truth that had just been spoken. A cough escaped from the pony as she rose to her legs, her entire front covered in the muck. Some of the muck flew off as she shook her atheltic frame, but large clumps still clung to her fur.

The voice repeated the line, but it failed to trip her up again. Picking up her pace, she started to trot in the direction of the voice, which still came from in front of her. The voice sounded out three times in a row. As it disappeared after the third declaration, she had noticed something. The voice had kept shifting position, slightly. Confusion took home in the pony's mind. How could the voice keep changing position if it was coming from something physical?

Continuing her trot forward, she noticed that the walls were no longer around her. Tempted to turn around to find them, she went to turn face but stopped as the voice sounded again. "Her death tore asunder your friends, your life, your essence."

The pegasus stopped in her tracks. A thunderous crack sounded off in the distance behind her. She turned to face the canyon again. The fog had dissipated and she could clearly see the entirity of the canyon, which seemed much smaller than she remembered, or perhaps she had walked longer than she had been aware. In the middle of the darkness that comprised the middle of the canyon, a flame burned bright and hard.

The flame split into four, into the cardinal directions. The flame splintered again, but this time into the intercardinal directions. The flame ceased to exist in the middle of the eight smaller, but equally bright flames. A crack sounded, and electricity formed between the edges of the shape that the flames had taken.

The shape grew ten times in size, filling the canyon to the brim. Electrical strands shot from each flame, into the center of the shape. A center of untamed electricity sprung forth to life when the strands of electricity touched. The light show going on illuminated the walls of the canyon and beyond.

The pony looked up to get a better view of the canyon, or what she thought was a canyon. She had been staring at the center, where the electrical light show had been going on, for a while and some things had escaped her notice. As she surveyed the spectacle in front of her, a realization came to her. Canyons don't have fur, and canyons do not move. The canyon had shifted and the lengths closest to her had shifted and rose, as though they were legs. Her gaze extended even further as she raised her head even more.

The shape of a pony materialized in her mind's eye as she looked up from the canyon; an orange furred, pink maned pony. She glanced down back to the light show and saw a pink tail extending beneath the show. A tough knot formed in the pegasus' throat, one she tried to swallow away. Her gaze redirected back up the body of the pony, to where the head should be. The pair of blood stricken, purple eyes stared back at her, from a face all too familiar.

The pegasus clamped her eyes shut as the purple eyes bored into her and her mind reeled again. The sight before her could not be real. Curiosity drove her eyes open again as she heard a fresh crack come from the storm brewing in the canyon.

She watched dolefully as the strands of electricity arced upwards then pulled back at the center, which complied and began to split again. As the center began to break apart, a bloodied, matted multi-colored mane began to materialize from the epicenter. The shattered center grew even larger, and eventually gave way to a head, then to a body. Eventually, the torso finished materializing and legs began to form.

As the phenomenon played out before her, she noticed something... odd about the body. It was not, as it should have been, naked. Instead, it was wearing a black, lace dress. Not just any black dress, but one typically reserved for funerals. Not for the parties attending to mourn, but for the one being put six feet under.

Rainbow Dash's mind cracked then shattered. Her legs gave way and mud splattered over her side as she landed. Screams pierced the air as her mind flooded with guilt, accusations, blame, and memories of disappointed looks.

Minutes etched past as her mind slowly reformed itself, thoughts came in short bursts of simple words. She tried to use her wings to lift herself slightly, but white hot pain shot through her joints at the prompt. A fresh scream pierced the air around the battered pony. She slowly lifted her head and turned her neck, despite the shoots of pain that sprouted from her actions, to look at her wings. The joints at the base were shattered, broken bones could be seen splintering out of the top of various spots around the joint.

Rainbow Dash groaned as she took in the sight. A short, simple thought summarized her feelings. Useless.

Stomach churning cracks and pops sounded as she stood up, careful to not disturb wings. Her body swayed dangerously from side to side, her bones almost refusing to hold her weight.