VII.

September

Year 6 of the Harmonic Age

They all got died.

Author's Notes:

I've always been so afraid of the ending. It's sudden and violent - the kind that I think a story like this deserves. The Night Mares were never meant to be invincible super-soldiers and fall into the heroic tropes we so often see. I didn't want them to deliver a mighty speech before partaking in some grandiose sacrifice. Their ends are without warning and completely out of their control, just like most ponies'.

I apologize for the wait and thank you all for reading. I know this isn't what a lot of people were necessarily expecting, particularly given the word count, and I apologize again if it's not to your liking. The story couldn't be too long, and this is how I always wanted things to end. I just could never bring myself to finally make it happen, you know? I love my first fanfic, not that I am biased or nothing. Bring on the ol' downvotes if you want. I got to get over my fear of them somehow!

Thanks again, you guys. Your theories and analysis blew me away and I never imagined Night Mares would receive such support. It means the world that you'd even give it a shot, let alone take the time to draw fanart, compose music, make sculptures or even lend a hand in the comments. You guys helped me so much, and I can't thank you enough. You guys are the best!

P.S. - This is absolutely, 100%, no-doubt-about-it, not the final chapter.

Happy April Fool's, I'll be seeing you.