The Night that Never Ended p9Spitfire held Frostburn's head in her arms, crying softly. Next to her, the limp body of her colt Blizzard lay motionless. The floor vibrated from another explosion, but Spitfire didn't notice.She looked down at the scorched face of her filly. It was unrecognizable to any eye but a mother's, but Spitfire knew that somewhere deep down her child was smiling. She was at peace with this horrible world, and Spitfire was left to pick up the pieces.I should be angry, she realized, but I'm not. It wasn't the Shadowbolts or the rebels or Nightmare Moon that caused this. It was all of us, everypony. If I hate anyone, it should be myself for not tr
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