MoonThief

"Day" 47, Week 22. 3:49 PM.

Pinkie Pie's left nostril was twitching. And that could only mean one thing. She gasped. "Guys! My left nostril is twitching! And that can only mean one thing!" She said excitedly.

Twilight groaned. "What does it mean pinkie…" Despite her best empirical efforts, Twilight had not managed to uncover either the source or function of her many random signals.

"It means that somepony special escaped the wrath of Nightmare Moon and is going to save us! She yelped with glee."

Twilight groaned again. Sometimes Pinkies burning optimism could be painful. Even if her signals had proved right in the past, she had no scientific evidence whatsoever that would indicate that she spoke the truth. So she left without another word.

"But wait Twilight! This calls for a party!"

Nope. The purple pony had work to do and no time for such immature frivolities. Perhaps Rainbow Dash would entertain the enthusiastic earth pony, It wasn't her job.

"Day" 47, Week 22. 3:49 PM.

Zecora woke up in her cell unexpectedly, which was unexpected since she expected literally everything. In fact, nothing unexpected had happened in the last 47 years, so this unexpected event came rather unexpectedly. But seriously. She had predicted every event in the last 4.7 decades including both her imprisonment and the rise of Nightmare Moon (She really couldn't do anything about either. Sometimes her gift acted as a curse); and she couldn't predict her own sleeping habits? She must be losing her edge. She decided to make an herbal tea later to help her sense of divination out some. Suddenly she stopped breathing.

A flash of prophecy came to her unexpectedly. Yet again with the unexpectedness. The universe seriously needed to cut it out with all the meth. It was making life hard for her. She envisioned a looming smoggy city. A young starving foal. An enraged Nightmare Moon. And then the future: An element of hope: An element of harmony. One of the ones that Nightmare Moon keeps locked in her safe that even Zecora could not locate. And then darkness, as she was forced back into sleep by the device mounted to her head. Nothing she had just forseen would be remembered, as expected; except by you through the gift of foreshadowing. The universe was back to its shitty self again.