A Dance with Death

A Dance with Death

Please see Ellis1342 's art to know what the OC look like, all credit for them goes to her, I have three stories with some of them in it already witch you may want to read firs if it so pleases you, if not then I hope you have a nice day anyway

     Dancing Butterflies knew this was it. She could feel it happening. She was dying. She had been near death for a while now, but had been holding on to life for her child, Racer. The doctors had said that her baby could be taken home that night, once her husband came by. She considered holding on to what little life remained, so he could be with her when she let go, but she preferred death to seeing the heartbroken look on his face as she passed on.
     Her eldest son, Flying V, was on a date with a lovely rainbow haired filly. This was his first time dating, and Dancing Butterflies was very proud of her little man. She also had a daughter, and it was her that she worried about most. Fluttershy was so shy and timid and she surely would only get worse after this.
     Dance sighed and closed her eyes, her lids felt heavy, but she managed to open them again. She gasped at what she saw. There he was, at the foot of her bed, covered in a long black hooded robe that fluttered in a wind that was not there. A bony skull stuck out from the darkness of the hood. In place of a horn, a jagged scythe blade glinted in the now dark and misty hospital room. He was the unicorn  Death, and he was slowly raising one hoof, bones rattling as he moved, pointing it at Dancing Butterflies.
     Dance took a deep breath before pushing herself up, but it was not her body that rose from the bed. The constant pain and weariness that had become part of her life had vanished. She turned and looked back at her body, lying on the bed. Looking down, she saw the floor through her hoof. Her entire body was see-through. She looked as she did in the prime of her life; not at all the pitiful form she had left on the bed. As she inspected herself, she noticed that her cutie marks weren't there, but they appeared as she watched. The body in the bed no longer had the marks on them, and Dance realized why cutie marks disappeared after a pony died.   They were a part of a pony's soul, and would go with them into the afterlife.
     She turned towards Death. "I guess this is i-" She stopped herself. There was something she needed to do.
     "My special talent is dancing, but I have been so ill that I could not stand, let alone dance. But now I feel no pain, so I am going to dance. And you're the only one here, so you're going to dance with me."
     Death looked at her with eyeless sockets, then held out a hoof. Dance took it in hers.
     They danced. It was a slow two step, but to Dance it was glorious after being confined to a bed for so long. It only lasted a minute, but it was enough.
     "Ok, I'm ready. Thank you, Death. I wish the best for you, whatever that may be."
     Death bowed his head, then turned and pointed towards a doorway. Instead of leading to another part of the hospital, it turned into a long tunnel with a light glowing at the end. Dance made her way towards the end. She looked back once and waved.
     Had Death had lips, he might have smiled. If he had eyes, he might have cried. He had been doing his job since the beginning of time, and Dancing Butterflies was the first to ever dance with him. At best, people accepted their fate and walked the long tunnel without a word; at worst they ran, screamed or cried at his approach. He had been called every name under the sun, and had been offered every bargain one could think of. This, however, was something new.
     Death waited until Dance disappeared into the light before moving on. There was another in the hospital to reap; a filly that had been born with deformed organs. He didn't think she would want to dance with him.