Looking down, she saw only a few remains of what once belonged to her: Hairs from a purple mane, an orange wing... and enough blood to paint the massive grinder below her a deep crimson. The sight brought pain, enough to quell the red mist in her eyes and force the tears to run once more. Why...? Why'd all this happen? I tried, darn it... all those colts and fillies... Aurora... Orion... me.