With the Changelings vanquished, Twilight turned to congratulate her brother and his true bride to be. The sight before her violet eyes was not one she wished to behold. There lay the two lovers under the alter. Their bodies sat still and motionless on the cold marble floor.
 
Twilight rushed to her brother and former foal sitter. Tears streamed down the unicorn’s face.
 
“Shining Armor! Candence!” she futilely shouted, but there was nothing she could do. Her two oldest friends were together forever, though not in the most conventional of ways.
 
Twilight gazed upon their faces. They both appeared to be at peace. The young unicorn sat down, holding back her sheer agony. Weakly, she began to sing, honoring the memory of her fallen friends.
 
“This day is perfect,” she worded out before sobbing to the floor.