What kind of world do we live in when a pony can be on top of the world one moment, ready to achieve her dreams at the cusp of her greatest triumph only to have it all torn away in the span of a single wing beat? Why would a filly deserve such a fate? To all but touch her gilded dream but find it ripped from her grasp as the cruel hand of fate plays a devastating trick? Rainbow Dash is such a filly, and even in her sorrowful and woe-begotten state, her friends try to help her. Will they be enough to fill the gap left both physically and emotionally by the loss of her dearest treasure? Will they be able to save their friend from the all consuming anguish?

Chem my original posting here on DeviantArt. http://bio-rhythmic.deviantart.com/#/d4i2erd Also, please feel free to ignore this particular fic... not to happy with it but I guess I'll keep it going if the reception is good here.