Pinkie's Brew

      Pinkie  flew back out the other end and landed hard onto rocky ground. “Ah!” exclaimed Pinkie in pain. She got up and the watched as the portal disappeared into thin air. Pinkie shook her head and looked around. She didn’t know where she was. It was nighttime and there were a few trees around but not many. Rocks and  tough dirt littered the ground. There was a large worn down house with a barn next to it a few good yards away. Then it occurred to her! She was on her family’s rock farm! Out in the field! “Haha I did it!” cheered Pinkie, “I really did it! No need for silly old Apple Bloom.” She danced around then stopped confused, “But wait.” She said to herself, “But where’s the fire?” She looked in all directions for a glow of some sort but there was nothing. It just seemed like a regular night. “There’s nothing.” Pinkie said, “But no. I must be early. There’s still a chance for them, but no time to waste!” Pinkie galloped to the house but as she reached yards from it she looked around just in case. Again, she saw no sign of danger anywhere. Although she was certain that this was the right place and the right time, questions filled her mind. As she began to approach she took one step but as her hoof landed the ground sparks flew and a small little flame appeared and then disappeared , “Ow!” squealed Pinkie, “What was that?” She took more steps but more and more sparks and little flames appeared. “Ah!” Pinkie began a little trod to the house but more and more of them came; each a little bigger than the last. Finally Pinkies hoofs began to hurt with little burns all over them so she ran back to her former place. “What’s going on?” she asked herself, “What was that?” she began to gallop around the house and tried to move closer in but each time she did so more little flames popped up. “Hey!” she said angrily. She began to walk more around the house except this time as she took each step, sparks or random flames would appear from mid-air. Pinkie looked around in her place, too scared to move. She waited a bit then continued on but the same thing happened except now bigger flames appeared in the air and on the ground. The ones on the ground caught onto the dry grass and soon began spreading and growing larger. “No!” cried Pinkie. She tried to stomp it all out with her hoof but every time she did this it never helped. In fact more flames arose around her. Each movement she took caused more fire to appear out of nowhere. Panicked she ran all around trying to avoid the barrage of flames, but more and more showed up. She finally stopped and she looked around at what seemed like Hell. Everything was on fire! She heard the crackling of the trees and the ground and everything! A strong orange glow illuminated the dark around her. It was so bright but heavy smoke began seeping through the air. “What is this!” cried Pinkie with tears streaming down her face rapidly, “What’s happening!”  Pinkie looked on to the house. “This is it.” She thought. “This is the fire! But this is wrong!” She knew she was causing it but how? Then it came to Pinkie. She had a sudden flash back to words she had spoken to Apple Bloom. “Remember Apple Bloom. What a good chef should always know is that whether its baking, cooking, whatever the recipe calls for it is very important to add every ingredient for the final master piece.” Pinkie came back. Those words echoed all around her mind. Apple Bloom never got into the cauldron therefore the spell was incomplete... Pinkie knew what this meant. “No.” she said softly to herself, “No! No! Noo!” she began frustratingly crying with a mix of anger. She began running towards the house. “Mama! Papa!” she screamed. As she ran more flames came up around her. They singed her hair but she ignored the pain and persisted on, “Limestone! Marble! Wake up!” Pinkie came closer to the house but as she did monstrous flames swirled and surrounded her. “Please wake up!” she cried and cried still running to the house, “Please!” But before she could push any further, flames engulfed Pinkie, burning her every inch. She screamed in terror! “No! Pleeeaase!” she gave one last whimper with tears evaporating from her eyes, "I'm sorry..."and then more and more of the flames took over her. The fires all around fed off the house and everything around it while the family inside desperately tried to escape. None, but one pony walked away that night. One scared, desperate, lonely, vengeful Pink pony.