Short story. Canterlot has suffered from various attacks, but it has never encountered fires of this scale.
Ok, I dunno really what to write in here, mostly because this was written in the spur of the moment when I was listening to a particular song (I don't think it's that hard to guess the song title), and also partly due to the fact that much of this story is mostly description. I might decide to continue (?) this, provide if this gets enough attention (and, Godwilling, I don't procastinate)