@Mattatatta  
“You were always the Hurricane!” she sobbed, her fragile smile crumbling under her anguish. “Always…”
 
Almost as if the sound of her sister’s voice was all that had been stopping her, Commander Hurricane closed her eyes for the last time, her own warm smile never fading. For the first time in years, she looked peaceful, as if she had merely slipped away into a dream of their foalhood in days past. But even with the snow falling around them, Pansy knew she would never awaken. All the white in Equestria could never cover the growing red beneath them.
 
Pansy held her sister close. It was finally over… they had won.

Whoso Pulleth Out This Sword of this Pony Commander, is Rightwise Princess Born of all Equestria.

-I am killed, Flutoratio!  
-Sleep well, sweet Pegasus… and may scores of parasprites sing thee to thy rest!

For some reason, I imagine that this scene involved a lengthy monologue from Dash before her character finally dies. Shakespearean, perhaps.

Pansy then ranks up!

Her acting is too convincing ;_;

Pansy, now a decorated veteran of many battles with griffin raiders, was selected as the next Commander. Hummingbird, a humble conscript, was immediately promoted to sergeant for the valor and determination she displayed trying to save her idol. She would continue to climb the ranks, and in a decade’s time, would lead the United Equestrian Army to its decisive victory against Griffonia.

“A riveting, ageless tale of friendship and betrayal, am intense heart pounding adventure! I laughed, I gasped, I cried!” - The Canterlot Inquirer
 
“After the success of Hearth’s Warming Eve…Spike Greenscale proves yet again that his mastery over the script does not just extend to historical acccuracy but also to the hearts and minds of his audience…This tale of a pony stuck between two worlds in the foreground of Equestria’s wake is a classic and should not be missed.” - Cherimoya Backsaddle, critic of the Trottingham Post
 
“I remembered it dirreferently.” - Princess Luna

She’ll live on in our hearts. Well, not mine, but someone’s.

Now she’s lying on the cold hard ground.

;_;