The next few weeks were cleanup and back to back funerals, casting the entirety of Ponyville in dark clouds for an entire month, the only sunny areas being over the farming areas. Queen Twilight had taken to wearing black and crow emblems everywhere, hanging onto Crow's old spare cloak with an almost obsessive desperation to keep at least his memory alive. Crow's visor was sat upon her dresser, right by a picture of him in his normal combat uniform.

Twilight threw herself into cleaning away the rubble of her former castle and into politics, already planning for a move to Canterlot within the next month. Chrysalis had taken the reigns of her newly formed Black Ops division, running manning it with quietly hired agents and hundreds upon hundreds of drones. Luna and Celestia had returned to Canterlot at this time, the elder comforting the younger about the loss of one who had somehow become so close to her heart within the space of a single night.

Cadence left for the Crystal Empire once again, leaving Twilight with a few comforting words and a bit of a lesson:

"Remember, Twilight. Crow was a hero, and if there's one thing that heroes do no matter what, it's turn up at the exact moment that they're needed, even when they've passed on..."

Author's Notes:

If you're wondering why I'm drawing these out....

A picture is worth a thousand words, isn't it?

Ah, Distinctly I Remember

Author's Notes:

Bear with me a while longer, this is almost done.