A/N:  Here is the ghost song again.

http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US#/watch?v=pMHWh_pFb4Q

Chapter 2

The Past

The three fillies snuck out of their homes that night, and they met on the edge of the Everfree Forest. They then walked the path to Zecora's hut. When they knocked on the door, the zebra opened it and smiled at the three foals. "Scootaloo, Sweetie Bell, and AppleBloom! What brings you here under the moon?" The zebra was known for her ability to make every sentence rhyme, as well as her knowledge in herbs and other, less common things. The foals walked into the hut. Applebloom spoke first. "Zecora, what do you know about ghosts?" Zecora's eyes widened, and she tilted her head. "I know much of ghosts, that is true,  but tell me, with what does your question have to do?" Sweetie Belle spoke. "Well, we wanted to help that ghost, the one that everypony calls Void. She seems so sad, Nopony should be like that." "I have seen this apparition. At this point, very few think it a superstition. If you want to help this mare, you will have to see how she previously fared." Scootaloo spoke up. "How do we do that?" Zecora narrowed her eyes. "Follow her tomorrow night. Where she leads you will give evidence of her plight." Applebloom asked "What'll we do once we get there? What if she's angry we followed her?" "How a ghost interacts with the living shows what kind of message the ghost is giving. If this was the spirit of an angry mare, she would not treat the living with much care. If she does speak, it means she giving you her trust. If you listen, you will more easily end this fuss." Sweetie Belle spoke. "So, she's not angry at anypony, but why is she always playing that same sad song?" If a ghost plays a hymn, it is based off of what emotion it is in." Applebloom's eyes lit up. "That's why she's playin' that song!" Zecora nodded. "Thanks, Zecora. We'll help her out." Sweetie Belle promised.

The Crusaders snuck out once again the very next night, and they met in front of the town hall to wait for Void. After a few minutes, they saw her coming, that same song filling the air. After she circled the town hall, the foals followed behind, keeping pace with her. After following her out of town, and finally reaching a small dirt mound just outside city limits, Void stopped. The Crusaders hid behind a tree and peeked out. Void looked around, and her frown drooped even further. She turned to the dirt mound, but just as she was about to fade back into the mound, Scootaloo jumped out and shouted "WAIT!" Void spun around, and at the sight of Scootaloo, broke into a grin. She dropped her violin, which sunk through the ground. She ran up to Scootaloo and hugged her. Scootaloo wanted to break away, but she felt so comforted in Void's hooves. Then she heard Void speak. What the other two heard was the same illiterate choir of angels, save the fact that the tone was speaking, instead of singing. What Scootaloo heard, however, was something very different. In her mind, she heard something that she never expected.

Oh, my lovely child. You look so beautiful.

A/N: Bwahahaha! Bet you weren't expecting that! Well, tell me how I did. I must know how I did!

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Welcome to the inner workings of my mind, also known as me talking to figments of my imagination in the form of the show's characters.

Scootaloo: You're an ass!

Craterfist: Hey hey whoa whoa hey! Language, missy!

Applebloom: She's kinda right, ya know.

Craterfist: Not you too... Seriously, guys. It's a fanfic, a sad ghost story fanfic.

Scootaloo: Why did you make my mother dead!?

Craterfist: Because it fit! It's a ghost story involving you three, and you're the only character that doesn't have a family, at least, not one that has been revealed as of yet.

Applebloom: We're calling you out on account of Scootabuse!

Craterfist: I promise, it's a sad story, but for you, I'll add a happy ending.

All three in unison: Fine...

Sweetie Belle: Well, what's gonna happen in the next chapter?

Craterfist: You can go see for yourself in the Editing and Revising section. The elevator's right over there.

Applebloom: Thanks, Craterfist!

Sweetie Belle: Hey, Craterfist, what's this in your Favorite Authors section? An author named Blackwing?

Craterfist: Oh, yeah, he's awesome. I'm just waiting for the next chapter of his story to come in. He actually helped to further the creation of a self-insert HiE fanfic of mine. I already had the idea long before I read the story, well, it was more of a daydream fantasy at the time. But I'm still going to write it sooner or later. Say, don't you have an elevator to catch?

Sweetie Belle: Oh, hay, WAIT FOR ME!

(elevator ding)

Craterfist: Aren't they nice? Alright, see you soon!