Blanketed by starlight and cushioned by rolling sands, there lay an untouched equine of the colour green, with a mane of shining white cascading down delicate shoulders. The natural coloured muzzle indicated the pony was indeed a fragile mare, her eyes sunken and ribs popping. Laying innocently below her head was a thick tome, crusty with sand. She was sheltered only by a weathered rock jutting out from the ground. The winds no longer blew, but strong gusts were evidenced by the crescent dunes touching the clouds. In the sky, no birds soared, the only air-born entity a a black plume of viscous mist rising from the figure behind the rock. As it gathered itself up, it turned,and as if with a mind of its own, blew away in a seemingly random direction. It left as suddenly as it had disappeared.

The remaining wisps dissipated and the mare groggily opened her eyes. "Only one more slice of-" the pony snapped her eyes wide open and hastily looked around. "What the buck...," she trailed off, slowly standing up, "I think I ate too much cake."

She now took more tine to view her surroundings and noticed the old fat book by the rock. Taking time to process the words, she couldn't help but get a sense of déjà vu. The stories of the two regal sisters and the six friends compelled her to greedily suck in the old text like a chaotic beast. Eventually, she forced herself to rip her gaze from the stories and choose what to do next. She created a list within her head to consider each choice.
1. Read the book and slowly die of dehydration.
2. Do nothing and slowly die of dehydration.
3. Start walking and either slowly die of dehydration or find someone to help.
Her decision, although a reluctant one, consisted of walking in the direction that the dunes pointed, so as to have the wind behind her. With this in mind, the green pony started her long trek across this arid desert.

Going out at night, or out at all, was dangerous, that much she knew, but the soft pink coated filly did not care. She felt something and had left the house and her mother-but-not-really. She glanced nervously around in the empty dust filled streets, her cheerful coloration and strange features attracted unwanted attention at best. She scanned the dark skies in search for a sign-
There!
A coal black tendril of choking fog was just curling its way over the slums that were her home. She wondered if this was what compelled her to venture out. She blew some strands of Snow White mane from in front of her face as she tried to get a better look at the fog.

"What this little treasure I've found, hm?"

The foal froze and hesitantly turned to look at the source of the speech. A filthy mare with a blinding yellow mane was slowly advancing on the pink pony.
"I get cold at night." The stranger smiled at the filly, "do you know where I could acquire rather nice, pink, blanket?"

After what seemed like an age, the mare crested a hot mound of sand and fixed her dull eyes on a sight which caused her weighted spirits to lift.

Civilisation!

A cracked and worn sign with letters scratched off indicated that a town called po-- -ill- stood just before her. Her mind urged her to plough forward and welcome this saviour, but her very core only grew distressed. Legs trembling she rose above the sands and saw-

The beams of immense heat and light bursting from her glowing horn made the fleeing stallion desperately writhe and scream out in pain. The powerful mare lighted next to the pony and brought her blistering white hoof down upon his face. It caught on the stallion's bottom jaw, and with additional pressure, tore it off, crushing it against his neck. Taking off once more, she left the stallion to gargle his own vital fluids.

She woke up, lying in the foundations of a building, ash long blown away by the unforgiving winds. Lying curled up on the ground whimpering was how she wanted to stay, and how she would stay until she heard faint footsteps to he left. Turning her head around, the mare spotted the crumpled remains of a large circular building-

she grinned as she watched her precious little ponies burn. They could scream, plead and cry however much they liked, but she would still obliterate them. Their little disrespectful faces cowered at her form. She laughed that how blood, gore and even some brain blemished her majestic coat, but still she burned fiercely enough to evaporate the streams of blood and tears in her wake

The pony was only awake long enough to realise that she had started to jerk uncontrollably before blacking out.

Twilight had been quietly examining the corpse of her home. Her two brown sand-guards had heard something and she silently hoped that it was a survivor and not just the wind ruffling up the earth. She should have been better for them in that sorrowful battle. She had let herself be taken away by the remaining guards to Canterlot once one bearer was left, for all hope was lost. She had been told that they couldn't even guess how many had died, partly because there were so many and partly because they had been reduced to nothing more than -

"Princess! Come here. Quickly, your highness!"

She no longer winced at her title, having gotten used to it when one of her former rulers was missing and the other...
She shook her head, clearing her mind of the memories, the screams, and hurried over to her guards. In front of them was a soft green mare who looked to be having a fit. Putting a hoof to his lips, one of the guards indicated to be quiet while whispering, "she could be a threat"

Twilight was about to protest, but that was before she realised why. The green mare with the fragile form and white mane was no ordinary pony.

She was an alicorn.

The pink pony let out a small eep and lowered her body to the ground, terrified and shaking. A scary sense of foreboding came over her and her chest felt like it would burst, so she opened her mouth to release it. She stole an upwards glance and saw the black cloud descending upon her, while the yellow maned mare gasped in terror. The filly followed her line of sight and her eyes widened at the sight of oily tendrils gushing out of her mouth and rising up to meet their fellows. The fog swelled to twice its size and moved along in its original direction once again. The filthy attacker then promptly fainted, leaving the innocent filly to attempt to follow the mist.

The blue mare was shivering despite the blistering heat. It was coming. She could feel it, sense it, she knew it. She wanted to run away, so desperately to move, but a voice inside her head commanded her to stay, so she was frozen in place.

Sssstaaayyy.... I'm nearly there... Don't you worry...

Her tears had all but dried up, but as she saw the advancing, rolling cloud of ash, she screamed and struggled at her mental chains, cowering against the sand beneath her. As the mist lifted from her body, the bloated fog began to take shape into a short two legged form wearing flexible black armour that covered everything but the head and neck, which were bare. Flapping behind the figure was a dark red cape, the colour of half-dried blood. At its hip was a small gray pouch connected to a strap which hung over its right shoulder. Stretching out a talon towards the blue mare it asked,

"So... How's your day been?"

Author's Note

I know the chapter is short, but hopefully it's sweet!
Plz leave your opinions and any constructive criticism in the comments!
Hope you enjoy my fic! all of the the ponies have White hair. All I'll say is look at Celestia then look at the colour schemes of the three ponies.