“I think I can walk from here,” Twilight gently offered.

“Alright, just hurry, okay?” Pinkie Pie exclaimed.

Twilight nodded and stepped off the troll’s back. The necromancer’s legs still shook a bit from the superhero landing that Pinkie Pie had just done. How the shaman managed such a feat without breaking her legs was a question Twilight did not wish to ponder at the moment.

Looking around, Twilight found that the area was still alive with activity. Wounded were carted away, and the dead had preservation spells placed upon them. They were then either brought to the keep and laid out nearby or placed somewhere out of the way. Twilight was about to ask someone what the difference between the two groups was, and then it hit her. The warriors who had expressed a desire not to be brought back were being separated from those who did.

“This way,” Pinkie Pie urged.

Twilight nodded meekly, allowing herself to be dragged over to where a titanic troll lay inert on her side. Though she had sported a large wound on her chest, someone had already sealed it shut and bound it securely. Leaving behind a creature that seemed to be merely asleep rather than deceased.

“Do you think you could save her?” whispered a voice.

Twilight glanced over to where Marble Pie sat a few feet away. The troll’s face sported the telltale trails of tears that had since dried. She was also joined by a defeated Limestone, though her expression was tightly controlled and neutral.

“If she wants to come back, she will,” Twilight offered.

“Then get to it,” Limestone retorted.

The shout had been intended to sound intimidating, but Twilight could tell that the troll was on the verge of tears. Even still, Twilight didn't want to push her luck and knelt down next to Maud’s unmoving form. A dull glow began at the tip of Twilight's broken horn before traveling down her body, splitting into two and ending at her hooves.

Gathering the blue-green magic within herself, Twilight briefly wondered what had caused that change. Before her magic had been purple, then black, but it had recently shifted for a second time. She hadn't even been aware of when it had happened either, though it was about when her horn broke.

Pushing such musings from her mind, Twilight gently pushed her magic from her hooves into Maud’s body. The wispy green-blue energy travelled across the troll’s form before sinking into her flesh. For a moment nothing happened, then Maud’s eyes opened, and she looked up at Twilight with a bored expression.

“That was a wonderful nap,” Maud remarked. “For a moment I felt as though I was a stone.”

“But you still want to come back, right?” Twilight urged.

Maud lazily looked up at the terrified faces of her sisters, and then back down to Twilight.

“Yes. Though being dead was quite relaxing. I still have a lot to do,” Maud replied.

Pinkie Pie breathed a sigh of relief, one that was shared by Marble Pie as well. Limestone huffed angrily and stood back up.

“Well then. Hurry up already,” Limestone muttered.

Twilight nodded and began channeling a bit more magic into the troll at a slow, but steady pace. Worried that she may have used too much magic, Twilight found that she felt little in the way of drain. In fact, ever since the fight, her aches and pains had slowly dissipated until she was left feeling more alive than when she was alive. Without the concern of burning herself out, Twilight quickly finished the process of rebinding Maud’s spirit to her body.

“Hmmm, that kind of… tickles,” Maud remarked.

The troll extended a forehoof and wiggled it before slowly pushing her way into a stand. Her sisters were quick to help her, giving Maud something to lean on as she got back to her hooves. Twilight took a step back and scanned the newly raised undead, making sure that nothing seemed out of place. When all of her efforts returned nothing out of the ordinary, the unicorn allowed herself to finally smile.

“Oh, thank you!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, picking Twilight up and squeezing her tightly. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“To us,” Marble corrected.

Twilight chuckled and awkwardly patted Pinkie Pie on the back. “You're lucky I don't have to breathe,” Twilight remarked, only to wince. “Though I would still like it if you didn't break any ribs.”

“Hehe, sorry,” Pinkie Pie muttered.

The troll placed Twilight back on the ground and took a step back, allowing Twilight to brush herself off.

“So, Maud, how are you feeling?” Twilight gently inquired.

“It's… colder than I imagined,” Maud exclaimed after a moment of contemplation.

“You can talk to Sunset, and she can fix that for you,” Twilight offered.

Maud shook her head. “That's quite alright. It's kind of nice.”

“Well then, if you have any other questions about your new, uh… condition, then feel free to ask me or Sunset,” Twilight offered.

“I will. And thank you,” Maud exclaimed, bowing her head briefly.

“Such a heartfelt thanks. I think I’m going to cry,” murmured Pinkie Pie while sniffing and holding back tears.

Twilight chuckled and gave the group a small nod before slipping away with just her thoughts for company. After a moment alone, the undead glanced back at the tearful reunion taking place a few feet away. It was a pleasant sight but Twilight felt too much like a voyeur and turned her attention to the many dead waiting for her.

As she made her way over, Twilight noticed that there were several notable faces amongst the mass. First amongst them was Sharp Eye. The skeleton’s illusionary body faded somewhat, but was still visible. In her hooves, cradled within a slightly singed cape, was a collection of bones at the top of which sat a familiar skull.

“Beaker,” Twilight muttered.

Hastily trotting over to her old assistant, Twilight called upon the familiar necromantic magic. When she reached the pair, Twilight was quick to press her hoof against the skull, hope burning hot in her chest. It took a moment, but as soon as the magic had suffused the hunk of bones, its eyes flickered with life once more.

“Hmmm, what happened?” Beaker muttered.

“You saved that soldier’s life. Though it cost you your own,” Sharp Eye declared.

“Oh, that worked. Neat,” Beaker remarked.

“Are you alright? Do you want to come back?” Twilight pressed.

Beaker winced. “Not particularly, but I have yet to pay you back, so I will return.”

“Beaker, you died for me. Twice,” Twilight muttered. “I think you’ve more than earned your rest.”

“Are you sure?” Beaker retorted.

“Yes, I’m certain,” Twilight replied, flabbergasted.

“As much as it pains me, I agree with Twilight,” Sharp Eye added. “You did well today and have done well ever since your return. If you wish to enjoy the sleep of death, then you may.”

Beaker’s jaw clicked shut, and the skull was quiet for several long seconds.

“Then I think… I think I’m ready for my final journey,” Beaker whispered. “I’ve relished the time since your return, Twilight, but… I’m not built for this. I’m a pony of peace.”

“You could go elsewhere. Move away to where there is no war,” Twilight offered.

“I couldn't in good conscience do that. Heck, I feel bad enough about just dying,” he remarked, chuckling dryly at his own grim words.

“You’ve earned it. It's your choice,” Twilight stressed.

“Then I’ll go. Just… Just tell that soldier that I moved away or something. I wouldn't want the guilt of my passing to weigh on them,” Beaker murmured.

Twilight smiled and gently brought the skull up to her face, nuzzling it gently. “You are an inspiration, Beaker. Rest well.”

“Until we meet again in those green green fields,” Sharp Eye added.

“Until we meet again,” Beaker echoed.

Twilight slowly let the magic fade, until at last Beaker’s eyes dimmed, and his spirit departed for the final time. Both she and Sharp Eye shared a moment of silence, both thinking about their friend. With a few deft twists, Sharp Eye turned the cape into a bag and gently placed it upon her back.

“I will see to it that he is laid to rest in the manner he chose in life,” Sharp Eye stated.

“Thank you, Sharp Eye,” Twilight replied.

Sharp Eye nodded and took a step away, only to be stopped by a hoof on her shoulder.

“Oh, and Sharp Eye,” Twilight interjected. “Make sure to see Sunset after this. I think you’ll both need some pleasant company.”

“I was already planning on it,” Sharp Eye remarked.

The skeleton then departed, trotting in the direction of the keep and eventually the undertower. Twilight watched her friend go for a moment before once more turning her attention back to those who needed it. The most pressing of which was the other familiar shape amongst the ranks of the dead waiting to be brought back.

“Dark Hallow,” Twilight greeted. “Who has need of me?”

The thestral seemed to have aged a decade over the course of the battle. His gaze had faded somewhat, though it still contained the fire that Twilight had come to expect. Beside him, sitting patiently within a hoof's reach was the changeling Twilight recognized as the old thestral’s partner.

They seemed distant, their gaze fixed on the two dead members of the black rose lying nearby. Draped in a midnight shroud, one was little more than a pile of ash, while the other seemed to be mostly complete and was missing only his head. An injured minotaur sat nearby, waving off every medic that attempted to get him to leave the presence of his allies.

“Whisper Wind and Old Blood,” Dark Hallow exclaimed, gesturing to the two black sheets. “Though I’m uncertain if you’ll be able to bring them both back.”

“I will try,” Twilight declared.

The unicorn steeled herself and pulled aside the first shroud to reveal a headless thestral body. Garbed in the armor of an assassin and with the weapons to match. The thestral was also missing his back hooves below the knee. There were other injuries, but they were minor compared to the two more obvious ones.

Twilight wasn't certain if she could bring him back, but steeled herself and began to try anyway. The magic gathered and again was diffused into the body, sinking beneath the his flesh. Then she waited, sitting impatiently as her energy seeped into every pore of the thestral. She was about to give up when suddenly a pair of ethereal hooves emerged, replacing the ones he had lost. A head followed suit a moment later, though strangely even in death he wore a strip of cloth over his mouth and throat.

“Hmmm,” murmured the assassin ruefully.

“Ready to continue the crusade?” Dark Hallow asked.

“Always,” muttered the headless thestral.

Dark Hallow nodded to Twilight, who in turn continued to push magic into the newly awakened undead. It took a bit more power than Twilight anticipated, but in the end, the assassin rose and shook himself off. He then glanced once to the necromancer, giving Twilight the impression that was all the thanks she would ever get.

“I don't suppose you can reanimate dust by chance, do you?” Dark Hallow grimly remarked.

Twilight glanced down at the lump of ash sitting before her.

“I can try,” Twilight replied.

Kneeling down next to the small mound, Twilight repeated the usual routine, only this time she wasn't quite as hopeful. Rather than be disappointed, she was surprised when a mere spark of necromantic power awakened a spirit. Rising up from the dusty pile, the ghostly unicorn gazed down at her own remains with disdain.

“All my wards, and she still annihilated me. It seems as though I still have things to learn,” Old Blood remarked aloud.

“So, you’ll return?” Dark Hallow asked.

The spectre nodded. “I still have a pupil to teach and much research to complete. So until the work is done, I remain.”

“How like you,” deadpanned the lone changeling.

“Yes, well. When you live as long as I do, you get rather set in your ways,” Old Blood retorted. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

The ghost gave Twilight a bow, his ethereal robes billowing out under him. He then rose once more and floated away without another word being spoken.

“How like him indeed,” Dark Hallow agreed.

“If you don't mind, I think I’ll move on to the others who need my help,” Twilight exclaimed.

Dark Hallow waved a dismissive hoof in the air. “Of course, of course. Go on, my friend, and thank you again. Neither of my compatriots are big talkers, but they do appreciate your assistance.”

“I’m just happy to help,” Twilight replied.

Vambrace, Dark Hallow’s changeling partner, gave Twilight a faint smile and a nod before the unicorn departed.

Twilight then moved from one of the deceased soldiers to another, bringing each one back. Some expressed a desire to not return and were allowed to pass to the beyond. Others eagerly hopped back into their bodies with minimal prompting. A few required assistance getting used to their new existence, but by and large, it seemed to be second nature.

Twilight wondered if there was something unique about the creatures of the Everfree. They were so eager to return to life and so unbothered by the realization that they would come back as an undead. Perhaps, Twilight considered, living so close to death led them to adopt a different mindset from the one Twilight had grown up knowing.

Some time later, Twilight sat down on a large rock and released a long, withering sigh. Her magical reserves that had seemed so infinite a few hours ago had taken a hit. She still had more to give, but she’d require rest relatively soon, if she didn't want to collapse.

“Is that everyone?” Twilight muttered.

“It seems so,” Sharp Eye remarked, only to pause. “Though there are a few that have not been given the opportunity.”

Twilight followed the skeleton’s gaze to where the viscera that had once been the celestial invaders were being piled. Limbs, bits of bone, and blood were being dumped into the pit Spike had emerged out of during the battle. It was grim, unfortunate work, but with the help of a few undead, it was getting done.

Not all of the attackers had been liquified by Tempest’s call, however. Five mostly complete bodies lay beside the hole in the ground, a blanket stolen from the keep placed over them. Spike stood next to the small group of bodies, the teenage dragon pacing back and forth.

“Perhaps we should see if they desire to return as well,” Twilight offered.

Sharp Eye merely nodded, shouldering her halberd and following after the other undead.

“Spike,” Twilight called, stopping just next to the five bodies. “What are you doing over here?”

“Guarding,” Spike muttered. “The night guard wanted to burn them, but I wouldn't let them. It's disrespectful.”

Twilight nodded. “Most ponies back home wish to be buried with a headstone telling of the honors they won and the names they had. A rather silly tradition born from a belief that when the ‘gods’ return that they will find the most devout and bring them back.”

“Silly or not, it's what they believed,” Spike retorted. “Also, it’s funny how that changed over the years. Back in the day, it was simply a matter of family bragging rights over who had the coolest ancestor.”

“Really?”

Spike shrugged. “Pretty much. Oh, sure, they dressed it up as ensuring that all knew of their bloodline’s deeds, but that's just a fancy way of bragging while dead.”

Twilight chuckled. “I suppose.”

“Were you thinking about…” Spike gestured to the bodies. “Bringin’ them back?”

“I mean, I was considering it,” Twilight replied. “Some of them were basically mind-controlled and forced to fight. Others were just fed propaganda and slowly twisted by Celestia’s machinations.”

“I’d do it,” Spike declared. “Give them the opportunity, that is. This Celestia didn't seem to give them much of a chance.”

“It would be one of the few choices they weren't coerced into making in their entire lives,” Twilight whispered.

Spike nodded.

“Alright, give me a second,” Twilight exclaimed.

Spike flipped up the various sheets to reveal the twisted visages of the now-dead celestial soldiers. Then, once more the necromancer knelt and once more she put a bit of her power into the closest body. The pony chosen had bright pink fur and a straight-cut mane of yellow that hung down just over her eyes. Struck down when attempting to bypass the gorge, she had been spared from Tempest Shadow’s spell.

“Is it working?” Spike whispered.

Twilight frowned and watched as more and more of her magic entered the mare, only to billow out once again.

“There's something stopping me. Help me remove her armor,” Twilight encouraged.

A few sliced straps later, the caved-in breastplate was removed, followed closely by the rest. Leaving behind only a sun pendant that hung from the pony’s slightly twisted neck. After removing the lone piece of jewelry, Twilight found that her magic was able to seep into the dead unicorn’s body.

Again, it took more power than usual, but in the end, the pony’s eyes began to flicker and glow faintly. She then groaned and turned her head, peering up at Twilight. There was barely even a flicker of recognition on the young mare’s face.

“You, you’re… why do I feel like I should know you?” murmured the soldier.

“You were part of the army sent to kill me,” Twilight answered.

“Why would I do that?” muttered the mare. “I don't even know you.”

She paused and glanced around, her confusion growing with each passing second. “Where are we? Why is it so dark?”

“We're in the Everfree, and it is night,” Twilight replied.

The newly resurrected pony lay back down and stared up at the moon. “Huh. I feel like I should be terrified, but there's just… nothing.”

“You’re half revived. Your feelings will be muted for a bit,” Twilight explained. “Speaking of which, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering an important question.”

“Sure, just give me a second here. This is a lot to take in, and things are fuzzy.” The unicorn touched a hoof to the side of her head. “Last thing I remember clearly was going away for basic training, then just pieces. Like I was waking from a dream, only to fall back asleep again.”

“Take your time,” Twilight murmured.

The necromancer took a step back and glanced nervously at Spike.

“Using mind magic so frequently is pretty messed up,” Spike murmured. “Something really bad must have taken over Celestia. There is no way she’d do this.”

Twilight was about to respond when she heard the shuffle of hooves and the wet thud as something dropped into the pit. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Twilight saw several workers stop and look over at the unicorn lying on the ground. A brief, muffled exchange was then had before the pair trotted around the bend and approached the necromancer.

“What exactly do you think you're doing here?” asked a gruff thestral stallion.

“Not bringing back our sworn enemies, right?” added a recently resurrected griffon.

“I am giving them…” Twilight paused. “Actually, I want you to come here for a moment.”

The workers glanced at one another before doing as was asked and trotting over beside her.

“Oh, uh, hello. I’ve never met a thestral before. Or a griffon. I know they say you drink blood and eat ponies, respectively, but I’ve never put much stock into what the teacher said,” remarked the unicorn, only to pause, wince, and clutch her head. “Or at least I think I didn't. It's so hard to remember anything for some reason.”

Twilight looked to the new arrivals and then motioned toward the unicorn.

“What's, uh… what's your name?” offered the griffon. “I’m Sea Breeze.”

“That's a funny name. Aren't griffons all supposed to have names like Blood Talon or something? Or am I misremembering again?” the pony sighed and shook her head. “Either way, the name’s Meadow Flower, and I was a florist, I think. I went to the mandatory training like everyone else, but after that, it's…”

Meadow Flower fell silent, a look of confusion crossing her face.

“It's okay. Relax,” Spike whispered. “You’ve had mind magic used on you.”

Meadow Flower blinked and looked around in confusion. “But you all can't use magic. Unless that horror book I read when I was little was right about thestrals being able to hypnotize people.”

“I don't think we can do that,” murmured the thestral worker.

“Then… who?” Meadow Flower muttered.

“We think it may have been Celestia or someone else in your government,” Twilight reasoned.

“That doesn't seem right,” Meadow Flower retorted. “Celestia looks out for us. Protects us and shepherds all of ponykind to a brighter future. She wouldn't do that.”

“Then I’m sorry to say that you may have been lied to,” offered Sea Breeze.

“Huh,” whispered Meadow Flower.

Twilight glanced from one worker to the other, causing the thestral to sigh.

“Guess these folk deserve a chance same as everyone,” he muttered. “But you may wanna let the higher-ups know about this. Might cause a fuss.”

“Well, I think what you’re doing here is wonderful,” remarked Sea Breeze. “We should always be ready to grant mercy, even when you know it wouldn't be granted to you.”

“You don't sound like the griffons I’ve read about,” exclaimed Meadow Flower. “You’re way too nice.”

“He gets that all the time,” remarked the thestral, who bumped his hip against Sea Breeze’s side.

“Heh, yeah,” muttered the griffon.

“Come on. Let's go inform the brass. We’ll leave Miss Twilight to her work,” declared the thestral before pulling his partner away.

“What strange ponies. Or would it be creatures?” Meadow Flower asked, her nose scrunching up in confusion. “For some reason just saying that makes me angry. Like, really angry.”

“That's probably part of the mind magic,” Spike explained.

“I don't like this. It feels like there’s a war in my brain,” Meadow Flower muttered, clasping her head in her forehooves.

It was then that Twilight heard the sound of hooves stepping across the grass in her direction. From the weight and canter, Twilight was able to deduce who it was well in advance. Turning around, Twilight looked up to find that Cadance was trotting toward them. The alicorn had a few bandages and sections of gauze covering her fur but otherwise seemed relatively uninjured.

“I see you’re still making friends and enemies in equal measure,” Cadance exclaimed.

“I’m just doing what's right,” Twilight declared.

Cadance chuckled. “I’m not disagreeing. Merely stating that some may not see it as such.”

“An… alicorn?” murmured Meadow Flower. “But how? Celestia is the last.”

Cadance’s smile faded, and she knelt down next to the celestial soldier. “There is much that Celestia has told you that is not true. But that doesn't matter now. What matters now is the question of if you have the strength to continue on despite knowing that there will be much suffering in your future.”

“I… I don't know,” Meadow Flower whispered as if to herself. “There is a part of me that wants to dismiss the offer to come back, to spit in your face, but I don't know why I feel that way.”

“I see goodness in you,” Cadance exclaimed, placing a hoof over Meadow Flower’s chest. “You have the capacity to grow past this, to regain the destiny taken from you by those who would shackle you to a hate not born in your heart.”

Meadow Flower was quiet for nearly a minute before suddenly nodding her head. “I don't know what I’ll do or what will happen to me, but I know that I need to keep going.”

Twilight held out her hoof. “Then welcome back to the world of the living, Meadow Flower.”

The former soldier took the offered limb and smiled as magic spilled into her body. A gentle tug hefted Meadow Flower back to her hooves, and after a brief moment where it seemed like she may fall over, she steadied herself. It took another few seconds for her bearings to gather fully and for the unicorn to notice the bodies sitting next to her.

“These were… I knew them,” Meadow Flowers muttered.

“They were your comrades at one point,” Spike offered.

“I don't remember their names, but I know that I feel a strange kinship with them,” Meadow Flower replied. “How strange is that? To feel all that and not even recall what I would have called them.”

“Would you like for them to be given the same chance you have?” Twilight inquired.

Meadow Flower nodded. “I know that not all of them will take you up, but… we must try. That is, if you are okay with that?”

Twilight smiled. “Of course. I wouldn't have asked if I hadn't been prepared for that possibility.”

“A moment. I think we have a visitor,” Cadance exclaimed.

The alicorn turned around and smiled as a familiar changeling queen approached them. Chrysalis’ grim expression melted into one of joy, and she gently nuzzled the underside of Cadance’s jaw.

“It is so good to see you, my love,” Chrysalis whispered. “I was so worried.”

“As was I. Did you bring them? What few who were not forced to take their own life,” Cadance replied.

Chrysalis nodded and gestured back to a cart loaded with nearly a dozen bodies mostly hidden beneath a tarp. A changeling pulled it over, and together with the help of a fellow drone, began to unload the corpses. Though they had been foes at one point, the changelings were gentle, almost reverent with the bodies.

“I fear that is all,” Chrysalis explained.

“It is more than expected, but still unfortunate,” Cadance replied.

“Please, continue,” Meadow Flower urged. “I want to see them again, to talk to them again.”

“As you wish,” Twilight answered.

Over the course of the next hour, the various former soldiers were questioned and either laid to rest or raised fully. It was a grueling process filled with shouting, demands, and even a few punches being thrown. In the end, only half of those given the chance to return did so, with the rest stubbornly clinging to their past allegiance.

Even in death.

“What are we going to do with them?” Spike whispered.

Twilight hummed thoughtfully as she watched Sunset and Cadance going over each of the celestial soldiers. One placed wards upon their body in order to protect against rot, while another undid the magic placed upon their minds. Both were arduous processes, given how much Celestia and those who served her had altered the servants under their command.

“Whatever they want,” Twilight replied.

The pair paused as a pony tried to place its head atop their flaming neck, only for the thing to tumble off. So began a chase wherein the undead sprinted after their tumbling cranium while also kicking it every few steps.

“That one seems to have a future in hoofball,” Spike exclaimed. “Do you think that's what their actual talent is?”

Twilight shrugged, idly noting that like many of the soldiers, the headless pony had no cutie mark to speak of. Some had kept theirs, but they all seemed to be oriented around combat in some way like Steel Strike. Those whose names did not reference fighting found themselves blank flanks once more, such as Meadow Flower.

“I didn't know you could take away someone’s cutie mark, but then again they were always wearing armor. Even Tempest, er, Fizzlepop had hers covered,” Twilight replied.

“I think they’ll find a home here,” Spike stated confidently. “Once everyone hears their stories and talks to them.”

“It will still be hard, but if any place would accept them, it would be Ponyville,” Twilight added.

Spike nodded.

“Great work back there,” Chrysalis exclaimed.

To Twilight's credit, she only jumped a little bit. “Thank you,” Twilight replied. “I heard you guys did well.”

“It wasn't even sporting,” Chrysalis stated in a disgusted tone. “Effective, brutally so, but repulsive and dishonorable.”

“Celestia in a nutshell,” Twilight murmured.

Chrysalis grunted her agreement. “After this is all dealt with but before the party happens, we’re going to have to talk about the Elements.”

“Hmmm?” Twilight murmured, glancing back to the changeling. “What about them?”

“They are artifacts of great mystery and even greater power,” Chrysalis explained. “The fact that they have appeared here and now is a strange omen.”

“Wouldn't they be a good thing?” Spike inquired.

“Yes, but they also only appear in times of great turmoil and under specific conditions,” Chrysalis replied. “It seems like the next war’s gonna be a big one.”

Twilight gritted her teeth and looked out over the creatures moving about the courtyard. She wondered how many of them would die in the coming weeks and months.

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