Remember a few weeks/months ago, when I asked you all about whether or not you wanted to read a story about an elderly mare's last hours before she goes to the Golden Meadow? Well, I've decided to write it! Here we go!
Willowmoon stood on the grassy hill, her magenta wings, long ago turned useless, tucked on her sides. There was a slight breeze, and it ruffled her black and white mixed mane. It was a beautiful day, and the sun warmed her bay pinto coat. She saw foals playing in the meadow, and yearlings in flight school, eager to learn. She sighed, remembering when she was young.
She had so many dreams, and anything seemed possible. She wanted to be a battle mare, find a mate, have a family. She had accomplished her dreams, and she was happy. Willowmoon thought of her family. Her beloved mate, Icethorn, had died during battle many years ago. Her colt, Thunderwind, and filly, Seamist, were both grown up and had their own families, and Willowmoon couldn't be prouder.
She watched her grandfoals play in the field with the other foals, not scared, or concerned about their future, just enjoying their foalhood. Icethorn would have been so proud of their family. Willowheart missed her mate more than she thought possible, but found console in knowing that he was safe with the Ancestors, and that they would be reunited one day in the Golden Meadow.
She remembered the day he died like it was yesterday. They were in a battle over lands with another herd, and they were both fighting in it. A stallion kicked Icethorn in the back, breaking it, and sending him plummeting to the ground. She dived after her mate, but it was too late. He looked directly into her eyes one last time, and he left. Her heart broke. She wanted to sob her heart out, but she was in battle, and unless she wanted to die, she had to get off the ground and keep fighting.
As Willowmoon remembered this scene, she started feeling different, lighter. Less grounded than she had felt since her wings were broken. She saw the lights of the Ancestors in the sky, even though it was midday, and she didn't live in the North. With a calm understanding, she realized. It was time. She wanted to see her foals one last time, before she left. She turned around, and called her foals and grandfoals. Seamist's mate went to get Thunderwind and his mate, while Seamist followed her mother into the woods, silently crying as she understood.
Everyone arrived, crying, and Willowmoon hugged her family, then laid down. The lights came closer, until they were no longer lights. They took the form of all of the loved ones she had lost. Icethorn, her mother, father, and sister.
Icethorn flew to his mate, a glow the exact same color as his feathers surrounding him. He touched her muzzle. "It is time, Willowmoon." he said. Willowmoon nickered to him, and as she rose up, her body stayed still. She felt so much lighter! The Ancestors lifted off, into the clouds, and Willowmoon followed, leaving her body behind. She felt sad, leaving her family. But she knew that she would see them again. And until then, she will watch over them, watch her grandfoals grow up, and fly to the heights that no pegasus could fly to whilst alive. Her wings were healed, and she was weightless!