A Hearth’s Warming Carol
Hearth’s Warming Eve, not even 24 hours until that one special day a year. All around Ponyville young colts and fillies were running here and there, while their mothers and fathers tried desperately to keep them under control. The weather pegasi were finishing up their final winter cloud formations of the holidays as most of them headed home to their families. The winter air was frigid however with the snow on the ground and the light snowfall, everypony was too caught up in the festive spirit to care. Everywhere to be see ponies were greeting one another with a smile and a friendly “Happy Hearth's Warming!” The town was decorated for the season with bright lights, wreaths, and other decorations. At town hall, the annual Hearth’s Warming play was on their last performance for the day before they had their feast and would retire home. Sugarcube corner was absolutely swamped with customers, all trying to get one special batch of cookies or cake for their dessert that same night. Everypony, although rushing around looking for something that they needed, was happy and excited for the following day. Well, almost everypony.
“I just needed one roll of fabric. Is that so difficult?” Rarity muttered to herself bitterly as she stood in a line that seemed to stretch forever.
Although most everyone in town adored Hearth’s Warming Rarity did not express the feeling. It’s not that she hated it, it was just that she felt it was too crowded, too cold, and just not her favorite holiday. She had been waiting for half an hour to buy one roll of fabric, a task that would have been completed in less than half that time usually.
“Come on.” She said to herself. “I need to get home or I won’t be able to finish that dress in time.” She said hurriedly.
Rarity was making her latest masterpiece for her winter collection. She was going to give it as a gift to Sapphire Shores for buying her dresses earlier. Plus it would give her great publicity. She had some other gifts for her friends of course, but it was imperative that the dress be delivered before the end of Hearth’s Warming tomorrow.
“Finally.” She sighed as the line began to move.
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After another few minutes Rarity grabbed the fabric and headed back to her boutique. It had gotten colder and the snow had picked up since she went into the store. It was just past four o’clock and Rarity knew she had to hurry so she could finish her dress. Along the way home numerous ponies tried to stop and say hello but she was just in too much of a hurry. After a her walk she reached her boutique. She quickly ran inside and shut the door to keep the snow out.
“Spike!” Rarity called out desperately. “Spike! Where is he? Spike!”
“Coming!” replied the young drake, hopping down the stairs.
“Spike did you watch my plans and organize my gems like I asked?” Rarity asked unpacking all of her things.
“Yes and I also swept around in here. I noticed that it was a little dusty.” Spike replied smiling contently because of his work.
“Why thank you, you are so helpful. Now can you go fetch my new dress and then you are free to go.” Rarity said giving the drake a hug.
“Okay.” Spike said blushing as he left the room.
Rarity then put down her supplies and walked over to her desk to get Spike’s payment one green gem The gem was not very big about the size of Spikes hand, but it was very shiny, and Rarity had learned that the shinier the gem, the better it tasted.
“Here you go.” Spike said walking in with the dress and handing it to Rarity.
“Thank you Spikey.” She said handing him the gem.
“Thank you Rarity.” Spike said staring hungrily the gem and heading to the door.
“Oh and Spike,” Rarity began just as Spike was about to leave. “I need you to be here tomorrow and watch the store while I go and get this to the train station.” She said casually
“Actually Rarity,” Spike began nervously.
“Yes?” Rarity said confused.
“Well tomorrow is Hearth’s Warming, and I...um,” Spike stuttered.
“Yes Spike?” Rarity asked in concern.
“Well I kinda wanted to spend it with Twilight at the Library.” He said finally.
“But I need your help.” Rarity pouted.
“Well, then...can I come in later so I can spend the morning with her? Please?” Spike pleaded.
Rarity pondered this for a moment then sighed. “Fine,” She said much to Spikes delight. “But no later than noon.” She scolded.
Rarity gathered her materials and got ready to work. The dress she had made was an elegant white dress with light blue gems around the neckline and bottom. She only needed to sew a bit more fabric on the bottom and place the gemstones and she would be done. She sighed and was glad that she finally had a moment of peace and quiet. Then Sweetie Belle got home.
“RARITY I’M HOME!” Sweetie Belle shouted in a high pitch as she slammed the door shut.
Rarity cringed, while she loved her sister dearly, Sweetie Belle did not understand the term “inside voice”.
“I’m at my desk.” Rarity called out to her from the other room. “How was the play?” Rarity said as Sweetie Belle walked inside.
“It was great, I remembered all my lines, and we sang the song really well!” Sweetie Belle said excitedly.
“That’s nice.” said Rarity, clearly engrossed in her work.
“Also, Applebloom invited Scootaloo and I over to her house tomorrow for a Hearth’s Warming dinner!” Sweetie Belle excitedly exclaimed.
“Uh-huh.” Rarity mumbled completely ignoring her sister.
“Applejack said you were welcome to come to.” Sweetie Belle added.
“Sorry, Sweetie Belle, I am much too busy for a dinner party right now, I have a lot of work that I need to get started on before the New Year.” Rarity complained
“Rarity, come on, it’s Hearth’s Warming tomorrow. Are you sure you can’t take one day away from your work?” Sweetie Belle pleaded using her best guilt trip face.
“Miss one day of work? For that holiday. No I can’t put up with this grievance.” Rarity said turning to her sister in disbelief.
“Rarity how can you say that Hearth’s Warming is a grievance? It’s the one day a year that ponies can be together and celebrate without having to work.” Sweetie Belle said in shock.
“That’s the mentality that halts any progress in society.” Rarity began quickly before she calmed down.
“Sweetie Belle, it’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s that I have things I need to do and I can’t drop everything and go to Sweet Apple Acres, do you understand?” Rarity said giving Sweetie Belle a quick hug.
“I guess,” Sweetie Belle said sadly. “Oh, Applebloom wanted me to ask if could spend the night tonight as well!” Sweetie Belle said perking up.
“That’s fine,” Rarity said, once again returning to her work. “Go ahead and grab your things, and run on over there, its getting colder by the minute.”
“Okay!” Sweetie Belle said running upstairs.
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After Sweetie Belle headed off, Rarity ran out into town for some last minute things. She also had to meet Zecora for a sleeping remedy, because her stress was keeping her up at night. The sky was getting much darker now and the snow was coming down harder. Most of the ponies had already gone home and any others that were still out and about were either closing up their shops or heading home. Rarity went to the closet and got her warmest, fluffiest coat, hat and scarf and headed out into the snow. Other than the snowfall and wind, all seemed quiet. Only a few last minute shoppers were left trudging home in the snow. As Rarity got closer to the place that she was going to meet Zecora a voice called out to her.
“Rarity!” Shouted a voice through the snow.
Rarity turned to see Mayor Mare running up to her with a basket.
“Oh, Rarity I am glad I found you.” Mayor Mare said shivering from the snow.
“Hello Miss Mayor, what can I help you with?” Rarity replied.
“I was wondering if you could make a small donation to help repair some of the buildings in town. The last winter storm that came through here damaged some of the houses, and the owners were not able to get them fixed. Perhaps maybe you could spare a gemstone that you’ve found.” Mayor Mare pleaded hopefully.
“Sorry, the only gems I have are gems that will be used in my latest dress, and besides, spring is coming, I’m sure the owners can survive a few more weeks of winter. Now I have to go meet Zecora.” Rarity said trying to keep moving.
“Please, Rarity. Some of these families have been without heat for a while and while they might be alright, it would certainly help them…” Mayor Mare started before she was cut off by Rarity.
“Miss Mayor, you know any other day I would, but I simply cannot spare a single gem. Plus, I really must be going.” Rarity said quickly rushing off. “Have a good night Mayor Mare!” Rarity shouted as she hurried away.
Mayor Mare stood stunned for a moment before saying “Um… okay, Happy Hearth’s Warming Rarity.”
Rarity ran through the storm for a few more moments before reaching the meeting place. At this time the snow was still falling quickly and it was far below freezing. Rarity hoped that Zecora would get there soon so she could get back to her nice heated home. Luckily for Rarity, after a few moments Zecora came around the corner and spotted Rarity.
“Rarity, I am here and I have the key, to your good nights rest as you will see.” Zecora said handing Rarity a jar full of pills.
“Thank you Zecora, so just one of these and I can sleep through the night?” Rarity asked looking at the bottle.
“Yes only one as the bottle does heed, and this pill will give you what you need.” Zecora said. “Take one now and go home real quick, because it seems this storm is getting thick.” She said waving goodbye.
“Thank you Zecora!” Rarity said, taking one pill and walking home.
Like Zecora said, the pill began working right away. She began to feel drowsy even before she could see the boutique. Bye the time she got home it was dark outside. She was the last pony outside and not a sound could be heard. The snowfall had stopped and the streets almost had an eerie feeling, like Rarity was the only living thing for miles. In fact, Rarity felt a little uneasy, like something or someone was watching her. However, she just made an excuse of being tired. As she walked up to the boutique’s front door something strange happened. As she reached for the door knob she jumped back in surprise. She went up to the door and inspected it to find that everything was normal. However, in a split second before she touched it the first time, she could have sworn that she saw Zecora’s face on the handle.
“Okay, I must be very tired. I’ll finish the dress tomorrow before Spike gets here.” She said to herself. As she hung her winter ensemble up.
Rarity opened the door and stepped inside her house. Inside the boutique was pitch black and extremely cold. Rarity attempted to turn on the lights but nothing happened.
“Great a power-outage, yet another thing to love about winter.” She said grabbing a match.
Rarity lit a candle and walked through her freezing house. As she walked through the darkness she got an uneasy feeling again. The shadows created by the light from the candle made strange distorted horrors appear on the walls. It almost seemed like there were other beings in the house, especially when a quiet voice whispered out.
“Raaaarity.” The voice whispered through the silence.
“What?! WHO’S THERE?!” Rarity shriek in fear.
No one answered. Her hair was standing on end, she was breathing heavy, and her heart was pounding; however she kept walking. She was almost halfway to her room when she heard the voice again.
“Raaaarity.” The voice beckoned again, this time louder.
“The boutique is closed! Come back tomorrow!” She shouted in a panic.
Again no one answered her. She quickened her pace but still kept quiet so she could hide from whatever was inside her boutique. Just as she stopped to catch her breath the voice called out again.
“Raaaarity.” It said one last time.
Rarity wasted no time in reacting. Her eyes opened wide and she sprinted to her room. She quickly opened the door to her room and jumped inside. She then slammed the door shut and locked it with the door and chain lock for extra protection. She then leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, breathing heavily. Her heart was pounding faster than she had ever felt it pound, and she was on the brink of hyperventilating. Her whole body shook because of fear and the freezing air. After a moment of composing herself Rarity decided that she needed to calm down.
“Reading...reading should calm me down.” Rarity said, rushing to her bed.
Rarity walked over to her bed and parted the veil surrounding it. She then walked over to her bedside cabinet and opened the top drawer. She then reached inside and pulled out the book she was currently reading. It was an autobiography by Fancy Pants of all ponies. She walked over to her leather chair and sat down quietly. She quickly flipped to the page she marked and began to read. She read for a few moments until she began to get tired. She was just getting to the sad part of his life were he became so consumed with making money that he abandoned everyone that he loved. Although he turned out alright and made amends with his loved ones, Rarity couldn't bear to read about it on Hearth’s Warming Eve. So she put the bookmark in its new place and closed the book. Just as she was about to stand up she heard something from outside the door. It sounded like the it sounded like the scraping of metal on the ground and it was coming toward her bedroom door.
Rarity said motionless in her chair waiting for the malevolent sound to go away. The sound began to get louder and louder, and Rarity’s heart beat became faster and faster. The scraping began to get much louder as it got closer to her door when all of a sudden the sound stopped. Rarity sat in complete silence for many seconds until she decided to get up again. As she stood up she jumped in fear as the door knob began to turn. She quickly cowered behind her chair again as whatever was outside attempted to get in. She closed her eyes and begged that it would go away or that she was simply dreaming. She was on the verge of bursting into tears when the door knob stopped turning. Rarity breathed a sigh of relief just before two small, ghostly safes attached to chains flew through the door and crashed into the wall in front of Rarity.
Rarity was petrified in fear. She heard hoofsteps walking through the doorway, even though the door was still locked shut. Then she heard the ghostly voice again.
“Raaaarity, Raaaarity.” The voice moaned.
Rarity didn’t respond, she couldn’t respond, the absolute fear she was in had left her paralyzed in fear. Then the ghostly voice called out again.
“Rarity, turn around.” The voice commanded.
“No thank you.” Rarity whispered, still frozen in fear.
Then the ghostly voice said in a more normal tone.
“Turn around Rarity.”
“Wait, that voice.” Rarity said turning around. “Fancy Pants?!”
The form of Fancy Pants that stood before her looked nothing like the original. This form was disheveled, tired, and covered in chains attached to small bank safes. Of course, this form was also a ghost, shrouded in a white fog.
“Are you dead?” Rarity asked in disbelief.
“No,” said Fancy Pants “That remedy Zecora gave you was for a good night sleep and for something else you need. Remember?”
“Darn that zebra and her vague rhymes.” Rarity muttered to herself.
“She had seen that you had began to get consumed with your business and she decided to help you. The pill was designed to alleviate all forms of stress in your life and help you clear your conscience.” The ghost said.
“But why do you look like Fancy Pants?” Rarity asked, quizzically.
“Your subconscious took the form of the most inspirational person in your life at the moment. I suppose you look up to me.” The Fancy Pants said.
“So this is a dream then.” Rarity said hopefully.
“On the contrary, this is all too real. I came to teach you a lesson, a lesson to turn away from your selfish ways.” The ghost said sternly.
“I am not selfish, I am the element of generosity of course.” Rarity argued.
“One generous deed every once and a while is not enough. If you continue on your current path you will find yourself alone, forced to carry all of the money that you once held dear as a punishment, just like me. Every one of these safes that are chained to me, are filled completely with bits, every bit I ever earned.” Fancy Pants warned.
“I don’t believe you!” Rarity shouted.
“I, tried to warn you, but you leave me no choice.” said Fancy Pants regretfully. “Rarity, tonight you shall be visited by three spirits.”
“Is there another option?” Rarity begged.
“Petulance will get you nowhere!” Fancy Pants boomed in a paranormal voice.
“No,” He sighed. “they shall teach you a lesson, a lesson you won’t soon forget. Beware their arrivals. The first spirit shall arrive at ten, the second at eleven o’clock and the third the next hour.”
“No, please.” Rarity begged.
“Too late” said Fancy Pants Bitterly.
Suddenly the clock struck nine o’clock. The ghost looked up at it with a tired face and then back to Rarity.
“It is time for me to go.” Said the ghost wearily gathering his chains.
“No, I don’t want this please.” Rarity said on the verge of tears.
“Beware the first spirits arrival.” Said the ghost as it walked to the door.
“NO!!! Don’t leave me Fancy Pants!” Said Rarity running after him.
“Beware...bewaaaare...bewaaaare.” Said the ghost as his voice faded away, as he walked through the door.”
“No come back.” Said Rarity, tears forming in her eyes as she unlocked the door. She then flung the door open to find Fancy Pants gone and her alone in the darkness. She stood there holding back tears as she imagined her future. She managed to stop herself from crying as she sank to the ground.
“Three Spirits? What did I do to deserve this?” She pouted.
She stayed laying down on the floor for a few moments until she decided to go to bed. As she climbed onto her bed, she felt Zecora’s remedy affecting her at full power. Her eyelids felt very heavy and her legs felt weak as she collapsed on her bed passing out in a deep sleep. As she drifted off she could have sworn that she heard the clock strike half past nine.
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Rarity awoke to a blinding light outside of her bed veil. She had felt like she slept for a week and was well rested thanks to Zecora’s potion. Although her room was bright, something felt...off. Rarity check the clock by her bed and saw that it was exactly midnight.
“How is that possible?” Rarity asked herself.
Then she remembered what the ghost had said.
“The first spirit is supposed to be here so that means…”
Rarity finally put the pieces together and instantly cowered under the covers again. She realised that the bright light must be the ghost that was supposed to show up. Rarity hit herself in the face to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and to her dismay, she wasn’t. She knew what she had to do. She slowly made her way to the foot of her bed and put a hoof on the veil. She then opened it slightly and peered out. She didn’t see anypony, however it seemed that something was illuminating her room. She was about to get off her bed when a small voice said.
“Hello Rarity.”
She screamed and jumped to the back of her bed and the light in the room went out.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, hold on let me just,” Said the voice from outside her bed just before the lights came back on. “Ah there we go.” The voice said fumbling around.
Rarity screamed again as a large shadow was at the foot of her bed. She continued to scream as the shadow approached until it disappeared and the veil opened. Then a small white unicorn filly about the size of Sweetie Belle, with a yellow mane and tail, green eyes, and a holly leaf cutie mark jumped on her bed. She was using one of the brightest illumination spells that Rarity had ever seen and it was the source of her room lighting up.
“Sorry I scared you,” chuckled the filly, “When I got here you were still asleep so I had myself a look around. I hope that wasn’t a problem.” She said with pleading eyes.
Rarity shook her head and stuttered. “N-no problem.”
The filly smiled in return and jumped off of Rarity’s bed. “Come on, I came to show you something.”
“Wait, how did you know my name?” Rarity asked.
“Oh, Rarity,” laughed the filly, “I know a lot of things about you. Allow me to introduce myself,” she said as Rarity got off of her bed and stood in front of her.
“I am the Ghost of Hearth’s Warming Past.” She said with a bow.
“Ghost of what now?” Rarity asked still shaken up from earlier.
“I know about every Hearth’s warming there has ever been, and in this case, every Hearth’s Warming that you have been through.” said the filly smiling.
“Okay, so why are you here?” Rarity asked.
“I came to begin your lesson, you’re missing the true meaning of Hearth’s Warming, and your generous spirit.” The spirit explained
“I have not lost my generous Spirit!” Argued Rarity
“Says the girl who refused to give one gem to help ponies whose houses were damaged.” The filly said sarcastically.
“They will get other donations.” Rarity assured.
“Will they?” Said the filly a little more sternly.
Rarity was taken aback at the cute filly’s sudden change in demeanor.
“It’s that kind of attitude that needs to be fixed. Now come on, I need to show you something” she said motioning to Rarity.
Rarity walked over cautiously and stood by the filly.
“Take my hoof.” The spirit stated.
“What are you going to do?” Rarity asked as she grabbed onto the filly’s hoof.
“I’m going to take you somewhere that will begin your lesson.” The spirit said focusing her magic.
“Where are you taking me?” Rarity asked nervously.
“No, Rarity...when am I taking you. HAHAHA.” Chuckled the filly.
“What?” Rarity asked clearly confused.
Rarity felt like she was falling down out of the sky. Her world went from darkness to complete sunshine in less than a few seconds when she found herself crashing into a snowbank. Although it was definitely snow, Rarity didn’t feel cold at all. She got up and brushed herself off, muttering furiously about the little filly.
“What was that about? Teleporting me to some random location without any warning.” Rarity said angrily at the young filly who was standing a few feet away.
The filly just stood there with a grin on her face.
“If you won’t answer that question then at least tell me where we are.” Rarity huffed.
“You mean...when we are.” Said the filly.
“Stop that… its freaking me out.” Rarity said still furious at the filly.
“Honestly, Rarity, you are so caught up with yourself that you haven’t even taken a second of your time to look around you.” The spirit sighed.
“Fine I’ll take a loo- wow” Rarity gasped as she turned around.
The sight that met her gaze was nothing short of spectacular to her.
“It...It’s my old boarding school.” Rarity said with a smile.
Rarity could see the wonderful Trottingham countryside surrounding her boarding school. All around there were colts and fillies heading home for Hearth’s Warming. The big brick building was covered in a fresh layer of snow and was all decorated with wreaths, lights, and streamers for the holidays. She saw all of her old classmates running around and it brought a smile to her face. She remembered all the wonderful memories she had of this place. In fact, all of her joy and happiness could be seen on her face. Just as Rarity was about to turn around towards the ghost, she caught sight of her old teacher, Miss Tulip, walking with some children towards their parents.
“Oh, Miss Tulip, over here!” Rarity shouted waving. “It’s me, Rarity.”
Sadly Miss Tulip didn’t look over toward her and just continued on her way.
“They can’t see us Rarity.” Said the ghost. “We are just observing this time period. For right now, we are both ghosts to them.”
“Oh.” Rarity sighed. “So why did you bring me here again?”
“For the last time, I am the Ghost of Christmas Past and I am beginning your lesson.” The filly sighed in annoyance.
“Stop being so vague, what lesson?” Rarity asked impatiently.
“Just...listen.” Said the filly pointing out towards the crowd. “Look, everypony is getting out of school and is going home for Hearth’s Warming, correct.”
Rarity smiled and was about to answer but then remembered something and said with a frown, “Well, almost everypony.”
“There we go.” said the filly. “The start of the lesson.” She said as she began to teleport them inside of the building.
The inside of the building was darkened. Not too dark to see, but as if it was covered with a large shadow. It was not much warmer than the cold air outside and it seemed bare. No decorations, no young ponies, the only ponies were a few staff members, all of the kids had already left. All except one. There, in the far corner of the room sat a small white unicorn with a curly purple mane and three diamonds as a cutie mark. She sat, alone, in the room with many desks. She didn’t look exactly sad, just disappointed. Like someone had let her down. Which was all too true.
“Do you know this filly?” asked the ghost.
“Too well.” Rarity said holding back tears.
“Year after year,” Began the ghost “You sat alone all Hearth’s Warming, because your family couldn’t afford to get you home.” She said as she started her magic again.
The ghost then began to cycle through the future as the young Rarity began to age. She stopped the spell when Rarity was almost old enough to finally leave the school. The past Rarity stood looking out of the window sighing to herself. The actually Rarity looked at herself from across the room, looking like she was going to cry.
“Why are you showing me this?” Rarity asked as a tear streamed down her face.
“Keep watching.” said the filly.
A moment later the door on the other side of the room opened and a young white unicorn with a pink mane ran into the room.
“Rarity, Rarity!” Called out the filly.
“Sweetie Belle?” Rarity asked as she turned around.
“Oh, Rarity I’m so happy to see you again!” Said Sweetie Belle as she gave Rarity a hug.
“I’m happy to see you to. How did you get here?” Rarity asked barely able to contain her happiness.
“Mommy and Daddy brought me. They’ve saved up enough money, and now you get to come home for Hearth’s Warming.” Sweetie Belle cheered.
“Really?” Rarity asked, her eyes watering with tears of joy.
“Yes, now hurry Daddy is waiting outside.” Sweetie Belle said excitedly.
“Oh, thank you. Sweetie Belle.” said Rarity hugging her tighter.
Then the ghost froze the past and turned to Rarity.
“Let’s move on.” said the filly, once again beginning her magic.
The filly then began to teleport them into the future. When they finally stopped at a certain time they were in front of the Apple family barn. It was dark outside but there were lights on inside of the barn. The ghost then teleported them inside to see what was happening. Inside was Rarity and Applejack preparing for a Hearth’s Warming Eve Party.
“Remember this?” asked the ghost.
“Do I?!” Rarity said with excitement. “This was the Apple Family Hearth’s Warming Party. They stopped a few years back due to Granny Smith getting too old to host it. Oh, there I am with Applejack.” She continued as her slightly younger self walked around the corner with Applejack.
“Applejack, I am so excited for this party!” The past Rarity said doing her trademark happy dance.
“Well, Thanks Rarity. Oh, and thanks for helpin’ me set up, ah owe ya one.” Applejack said wiping the sweat off of her brow.
“Not a problem. The party should be thanks enough.” Rarity said admiring their work. “Well, I’ll see you in a bit, I’m going to get ready.” Rarity said walking out the door, waving
goodbye.
“See, I’m not selfish.” Rarity said crossing her arms, as the ghost teleported them a few hours into the future.
“We are not finished yet.” Replied the filly bringing them to later in the night.
They teleported in on the party full of ponies. Granny Smith, although still old, was able to play the fiddle and dance around the room. Everypony was having fun and dancing about. Past Rarity and Applejack were standing by the cider bowl talking to one another. As Rarity and the ghost walked over to them they heard something interesting.
“Go on, ask him.” Applejack whispered, snickering.
“No, I-i can’t.” Past Rarity said mumbling embarrassingly into her cider mug.
“Sure ya can.” Applejack assured her friend with a pat on the back.
“A lady doesn’t ask for a dance.” Rarity said resorting to her more higher class excuses.
“Fine I can just shout to him over there.” Applejack said with a smug grin.
“Okay, fine.” Rarity huffed, putting down her cider mug.
Past Rarity began walking into the mob of dancers looking for the stallion she was talking about. Rarity and the ghost watched her timid, past, self walk sheepishly over to the table he was sitting at. The stallion in question was a green pegasus with a brown mane and tail. He had glasses and a book for a cutie mark, and a pair of glasses on his face. Rarity thought it suited him perfectly because his name was Glass Wing. Although he might have not been the most handsome stallion at the party, Rarity knew he was more mature and smarter than most of them. That thought came up once again as she saw Big Mac and his friends have a Cider chugging contest in the corner of the barn.
Rarity cautiously walked up to him, cleared her throat, and said. “G-Glass Wing.”
Glass Wing turned to her and said with a smile “Hey, Rarity, Happy Hearth’s Warming.”
“H-Happy Hearth’s Warming.” She stuttered. “Anyways...I was wondering if...i-if it’s not too much trouble...Could I-I mean could we…”
“Dance?” Glass Wing asked with an honest grin.
Rarity just nodded nervously and blushed.
Glass Wing stood up, looked Rarity in the eyes, and bowed holding a hoof out. “Of course, M’lady.” He said, in an exaggerated Canterlot accent.
Rarity giggled and happily took his hoof and went out onto the dance floor. Granny Smith played mostly upbeat and fun songs, however, at the end she did play a slower tune for a couples dance. The actual Rarity looked at the happy spectacle in front of her and smiled. However, she knew what was to come.
“Spirit, can you take me home now. I have seen enough.” Rarity said hurrying the spirit.
“No,” Replied the girl, pushing Rarity away from her. “You and I both know what you have to see next.”
The filly teleported them to the next year, inside of the boutique. All of the lights were off and Rarity was hard at work designing. She was so busy she didn’t hear Glass Wing come in.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming Rarity.” Said Glass sheepishly.
“Yes, yes, yes, whatever.” Rarity said too busy to acknowledge him.
“I-I brought you a gift. You know because tomorrow is Hearth’s Warming.” Glass Wing said holding out a box.
“Yeah, yeah, just put it on the table over there and leave, I have a lot to do.” Rarity said, still not acknowledging him.
“Rarity, it sounds like you're too busy, calm down relax.” Glass Wing said, putting a wing over her back.
“Relax!? How can I relax with the New Year orders that will be coming in!?” Rarity said, pushing him away.
“Rarity, this has been going on for three years.” Glass Wing said in a stern tone. “I am giving you one last chance. Either spend the night with me, or work on your...pointless dresses.” Glass Wing said letting the anger get the best of him.
“There’s the door, I am busy, do the math, genius.” Rarity said in a huff.
Glass Wing’s mouth opened in shock as he tried to calm himself.
“Very well.” He said gathering himself and his things, and walking solemnly to the door. “Goodbye, Rarity.” He said as he flew off, without another word.
Past Rarity never even looked in his direction as he left. The real Rarity began to sob lightly as she saw her past love leave her. She remembered that night, but this time, she saw herself as the biggest idiot in the world for letting him leave.
“Please, take me home. I can’t watch this anymore.” She sobbed.
“Fine.” Said the spirit, mercifully. “But, remember, I am only the first of three spirits. The next shall be here in one hour.” Said the filly as she teleported them back to Rarity’s room.
“Farewell, Rarity.” Said the ghost in a fading voice as Rarity’s world became dark.
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Rarity awoke breathing heavily. Her room was once again dark and she was alone. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when all of a sudden the clock struck one. Rarity sat straight up and waited for the next spirit. However there was no sign of anything. She cautiously went to the foot of her bed and quickly peeked out into her room. Her room was completely dark, and nothing was out of place or out of the ordinary.
“Maybe it was still a dream.” She said with a smile.
Her smile faded when she saw a light coming from outside her door.
“Here we go again.” She gulped.
Rarity slowly walked over to her door and put a hoof on the handle. She took a deep breathe and quickly opened the door. On the other side the sight she saw was...strange. There were stacks of dessert piled high to the ceiling and on top of a giant throne made of food sat the second spirit.
“PINKIE PIE!?” Rarity shouted her eyes bulging out in shock.
“Hi Rarity!” Shouted Pinkie from on top of her throne of sweets.
There was no doubt about it. The second spirit was indeed Pinkie Pie. However she was different. By different, she was about twice the size of Princess Celestia. She sat on the throne, her head about to hit the ceiling of the boutique, eating desserts by the hooful.
“Pinkie Pie, what?...why?...how are you the second spirit.” Rarity stammered incoherently.
“I don’t know.” Pinkie replied pulling a few sheets of printer paper. “It says here that there needs to be three ghosts and he already had two and since he needed another, I seemed like a decent choice.” She said crumpling up the paper with a shrug.
“What’s that? and who are you talking about?” Rarity asked looking at the wad of crumpled paper.
“Oh nevermind that.” Pinkie said putting it away and hopping off of her throne. “I am here as the Ghost of Hearth’s Warming Present.” She said dramatically.
“Present, for me?” Rarity asked in excitement.
“Present meaning right now.” Pinkie Pie said blatantly.
“Oh.” Rarity grumbled.
“Yeah, I was confused too. Anyways, I am here to continue your lesson.” Pinkie said walking over to Rarity.
“Does it involve randomly teleporting to random places?” Rarity asked in annoyance.
“Yep!” said Pinkie Pie, picking Rarity up and tossing her on her back. “Here we go!” she shouted jumping in the air.
As Pinkie jumped up she began to spin around. Suddenly everything around them began to brighten up until they were spinning around in nothing but light. Finally they gently landed on the ground in the middle of ponyville. Interestingly enough, it was just a few hours before Rarity would set out the final time that night. Everypony was still out and about wishing everyone a Happy Hearth’s Warming.
“I take it they can’t see us.” Rarity said.
“That’s what it says here.” Pinkie said reading from the paper again.
“Where did you get-”
“Okay, first stop, they CMC Clubhouse.” Pinkie said, oblivious to what Rarity was saying.
Just a hop, skip and a jump later (Darn you, Pinkie) and they had reached the clubhouse. It was covered in a fresh layer of winter snow and had lights strung around it. As Rarity walked up to the door she saw a small wreath with apples inside the leaves. Rarity then walked into the house while Pinkie looked inside from the window. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were inside enjoying a newly made batch of cookies and hot cocoa. They had also set up a small little tree and had put presents from them to the other ones under the tree. Rarity walked closer to the three to see what they were talking about.
“Sweetie Belle, I am so glad you could make it today.” Applebloom said taking another sip of cocoa.
“Yeah,” Scootaloo, chimed in. “Tonight and tomorrow are gonna be a blast.” She said grabbing another cookie.
“Is Rarity going to come to dinner tomorrow?” Applebloom asked Sweetie Belle.
“No,” Sweetie Belle sighed “She says that she can’t give up work for Hearth’s Warming.” Sweetie grumbled.
“Why not?” Scootaloo asked curiously.
“It’s because she is a selfish jerk!” Sweetie Belle whined.
Rarity was shocked when she heard this. She didn’t know how to respond, she simply stared in awe as the scene unfolded.
“For five years I have been spending Hearth’s Warming with Rarity and for five years I have been alone!” Sweetie Belle shouted. “I am sick of it, she only cares about herself.” Sweetie Belle said tears forming in her eyes. “She was even too busy to come see our play.” Sweetie Belle sobbed.
Rarity stood mouth agape by the door as years of memories flooded her mind. All this time, she had never even given Sweetie Belle a second glance, yet all Sweetie Belle wanted to do was spend time with her.
“It’s okay Sweetie Belle.” Applebloom said comforting her crying friend.
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said. “You don’t need her, you always have us.” She said giving Sweetie Belle a hug.
“I guess you two are right.” Sweetie Belle said wiping the tears from her eyes. “Besides, I have much more fun with you two than with her.” Sweetie Belle said grabbing her friends for another hug.
“Who wants some more cocoa?” Applejack said bursting through the door, tray in her hooves.
“WE DO!” The three replied.
Rarity sadly walked out of the tree house to meet Pinkie.
“Every year, I always try to do what I enjoy best.” Rarity said looking up at Pinkie. “Never once, did I even care about what Sweetie Belle wanted.” Rarity said shaking her head in regret.
“C’mon,” Pinkie said lifting Rarity on her back again. “There is one more thing I have to show you.” She said walking towards their next destination.
After a bit of walking they reached the Ponyville Library. Inside Spike and Twilight were enjoying cups of cocoa of their own. Pinkie Pie and Rarity walked inside listening to their conversation.
“It’s not right.” Twilight said. “Why did Rarity need you to come over today?” She said putting down her cocoa.
“She needed help.” Spike said in reply.
“Still it’s not right for you to have to work on Hearth’s Warming.” Twilight complained.
“I don’t mind.” Spike said contently.
“Well, did she at least give you any gems?” Twilight asked caringly.
“Just this one.” Spike said holding out a small gem.
“One gem? That’s all she could find?” Twilight asked in disbelief.
“Sorry Spike.” Twilight said with a sigh. “I’m just still on edge from the fact that we can’t afford to keep the library open.” she said lowering her head.
“What?” Rarity asked surprisingly. “Twilight’s going to lose the library?”
“Uhh, it says here that Twilight donated some bits that she thought she could spare but suddenly she forgot about some bills she had to pay. Plus ponies just aren’t interested in books as much as they used to be”. Pinkie read off of a sheet of paper.
“Where do you keep? Oh, never mind.” Rarity said in a huff. Why doesn’t somepony help her?” Rarity continued, watching the sad scene unfold.
“She hasn’t told anyone, she doesn’t want them to worry.” Pinkie said, continuing to read of off the paper.
“But is she loses the library and ends up on the streets, she could freeze.” Rarity said, beginning to worry.
“But Rarity spring is coming, I’m sure she can survive a few more weeks of winter.” Pinkie Pie said doing an exact imitation of Rarity’s voice.
Rarity was taken aback from this. She watched Twilight and Spike begin to walk up the stair of their house and turn of the last light inside. Overcome by guilt and sadness, Rarity felt a tear form in her eye.
“Please, take me home,” Rarity began, wiping the tear from her eye. “I don’t want to see anymore.’
“Very well, but remember, there is one last Spirit who you will meet this night.” Pinkie said, becoming more intimidating as the street lights began to shut off.
Suddenly, they were in a dark room surrounded by gears and springs. It looked to be the inside of a clock, the time reading 11:59.
“Pinkie, what is happening?” Rarity said becoming more and more fearful.
“The third shall arrive when the clock chimes at the top of the hour.” Pinkie said in the most stoic voice that Rarity had ever heard.
“Pinkie, don’t go.” Rarity said hugging on to her friend’s leg.
“My time is up.” Pinkie said pulling Rarity off of her. “I must go, beware the third and final spirit.” Pinkie continued as she faded into the darkness.
“Pinkie!” Rarity exclaimed.
“Beware, Beware, Beware, Beware…” Pinkie warned as her voice faded to nothing.
“Pinkie NO!” Rarity shouted in desperation.
There in the silent darkness, Rarity stood alone. Frozen in place, she waited for something to happen. Suddenly, the clock face shone down on her like the moon, flooding the room with light. Then the clock struck 12 and the first chime was enough to cause Rarity to jump. The echoing clang of the clock rang in her head each time, continuously getting worse. By the sixth ring she was on the ground covering her ears as the clock continued. She gritted her teeth in pain and in fear as the clock finished at the twelfth stroke. Rarity laid motionless for a moment trying to regain her senses. As she stood up her eyes darted all around the room searching for the third and final spirits arrival. She began to breathe heavier and heavier with each passing moment as the spirit did not show, while out of the corner of her eye she noticed something. Her shadow, newly cast because of the light, slowly began to grow and stretch as if it were trying to break free. As it continued, fog began to form around Rarity. Just then the light faded a bit and the darkness began to set in once more. Her shadow then rose off of the ground and took shape. A being of pure darkness, about the size of Equestria’s rulers, covered in a dark black cloak soon stood facing Rarity. She looked up for a moment searching for a face but soon looked down in pure horror as she awaited the ghosts voice. Yet, it never came.
“I-i take it you’re the g-ghost of Hearth’s Warming Future?” Rarity finally stammered.
The ghost did not reply.
“W-whatever you are going to show me, just show me now.” Rarity stammered again trying to sound brave.
The spirit, again, gave no response.
“Do you hear me? Get on with it.” Rarity shouted in fright and anguish.
The ghost still said nothing but rather pointed behind Rarity. When Rarity turned she saw that she was back in town center in the middle of the night. Unlike the scene before there was no pony to be seen. Rarity turned to the spectre again as it continued to point at town hall. Reluctantly, Rarity walked up to the door. Inside, sitting at her desk was a very distressed Mayor Mare and her secretary. As Rarity walked closer she listened in on their conversation.
“How many?” Mayor Mare asked in disbelief.
“13 that we know of but 3 are still missing.” Her secretary replied.
“All of them from that neighborhood?” Mayor Mare asked putting her head in her hooves.
“I am afraid so.” Her secretary said lowering her head.
“Alright, were the police notified?” Mayor Mare said standing up and walking over to a nearby window.
“Yes, all signs show that it was because of the bad storm last night.” Her secretary said sadly.
“It’s a shame, over a dozen ponies, frozen to death during the night, because of what? A few bits needed to repair their houses?” Mayor Mare said slamming her hoof down on the table.
Rarity’s eyes went wide when she heard this and she slowly walked backward to the door.
“No, no, no, It wasn’t those ponies, not the ponies that Miss Mayor told me about that night.” She told herself in denial.
Rarity turned to the spirit who stood silently watching the scene continue.
“Please, spirit say something, tell me that this isn’t true.” Rarity begged the ghost.
Just as before the spirit said nothing.
“Show me something else, show me some happiness, please.” Rarity said, tears filling her eyes.
The spirit turned as fog began to surround the two. It then pointed to the Apple Family barn where lights could be seen from inside. Rarity crept up to the door in fear of what may be inside. As she looked in there she saw something that she could not believe. Inside the barn stood Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo; except that they each looked at least her age. As Rarity walked inside she heard fits of laughter and celebration along with some sips of the Apple family’s famous cider. Applebloom then began to speak.
“You two, this has to be the best Hearth’s Warming ever!” Applebloom said taking another sip of cider.
“This is even better that the last few years that I have spent with your family Applebloom.” Sweetie Belle said putting her arm around her friend.
Rarity was confused when she heard this but continued to listen in.
“Say, Sweetie Belle, why did you start staying with Applebloom?” Scootaloo asked filling up her mug again.
“Well, a few years ago, I told my parents that my sister simply wasn’t paying attention to me and that I would much rather spend time with someone who cared for me.” Sweetie Belle said to Scootaloo.
“Then her parents asked Big Mac, since Granny passed away, God rest her soul, if Sweetie Belle could stay with us.” Applebloom chimed in.
“That was a good idea on your part Sweetie Belle, I’m sure this is so much better than staying with your crummy sister.” Scootaloo said filling up another mug.
Rarity was shocked when she heard this but was then relieved when she heard Sweetie Belle speak.
“Oh, don’t say that Scootaloo, I’m sure she is happy.” Sweetie Belle said much to Rarity’s delight.
“Happy being an old miser with no friends!” Sweetie Belle said before bursting out into laughter.
As Scootaloo and Applebloom joined in the fun, Rarity felt another tear forming in her eye. She thought that she would never know the pain of being abandoned by her own sister.
“Hey, let’s have a toast.” Sweetie Belle said as her friends and she raised their mugs full of cider. “To my sister Rarity. Where she is and what she is doing, I don’t know and I don’t care.” Sweetie Belle finished before bursting out in laughter once more.
As fog surrounded Rarity and the ghost again, Rarity began to cry.
“Are you trying to torture me?” Rarity bawled. “Take me home, I can’t stand to look at this anymore!” She shouted out in anguish.
However, the spirit simply pointed behind her as the fog cleared. There in the middle of a few houses stood a pile of rubble, covered in snow and ice. As Rarity walked into the middle of it she tried desperately to figure out what it was. Her darkest fear was realized when she accidentally stepped on top of a tattered old book.
“Oh, no.” She whispered under her breath.
She picked up the book and turned to the spirit to say “This can’t be the library. Please, tell me this isn’t the library.”
The only response she received was the spirit pointing to a nearby hill.
It was the cemetery.
Rarity walked over to the hill followed by the spirit. Every footstep She was filled with dread as she climbed up to the tombstones. There, at the top of the hill she spotted a single pony. It was Twilight, covered in rags, a blanket, and snow. Rarity saw Twilight pull something out of her pocket and place it at the foot of a single grave. Then Twilight began to sob and slowly walk back into town. Rarity ran up the tombstone, praying that the grave belong to someone else. Once she arrived she looked down and read in horror:
Here lies Spike the Dragon,
The best assistant and friend that world has ever seen.
Rarity felt faint as she read this and she had to catch her breath. As she knelt down by a nearby tombstone she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A single tombstone, completely isolated from any other stood on the other side of the hill. Curiosity got the best of her as she slowly walked over to it. When she got there she saw that the grave was covered in snow and she couldn’t read it.
Against everything inside her, Rarity asked, “Spirit, whose grave is this?”
The ghost walked over to the grave and put its hoof on the snow. It then quickly brushed off the snow to reveal the text. Unlike all other graves with a story this text only read the name:
Miss Rarity Gemstone
Rarity screamed in horror as the ground below her began to shake. Suddenly a pit appeared with coffin at the bottom as Rarity began to fall in. Just before she did, she grabbed the edge of the hole and held on for dear life. The coffin then opened to reveal a dark abyss that then began to pull her in.
“Spirit!” She screamed in terror. “Tell me, is this the future that will happen, or is it a future that can change?” She screamed.
As she looked up for a response she saw the dark, soulless eyes of the ghost staring back at her causing her heart to skip a beat. Because of this, she began to lose her grasp on the edge and began to be pulled into the dark.
“Please, give me one more chance.” Rarity pleaded. “I can change.” She said as she finally slipped off of the edge.
“I CAN CHANGE!” Rarity yelled as the world around her went black.
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Rarity felt like she was falling for an eternity when suddenly she landed on something with a thud. She looked around in desperation but she could only see darkness.
“Help, somepony help. I’m trapped in a coffin!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “It’s very dark, yet surprisingly comfy in here.” She said coming to her senses.
Rarity slowly pulled her comforter off of her to reveal her room, just as it was the night before. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to the window to look outside. The sun was shining, there was a blanket of snow on the ground and there was a group of children playing outside her house. She opened the window and took in a breath of fresh air.
“Hello, hello!” She called out to the children playing outside.
“Hallo, Miss!” A young colt with a British accent and a brown patch of fur around his eye replied.
“Yes, hello young colt. Would you remind telling me the time?” Rarity called out to him.
“It’s 7 o’clock madam.” He replied innocently.
“I mean, what is the time of year?” Rarity rephrased.
“Why, its Hearth’s Warming!” He replied with great enthusiasm.
“Yes, there is still a chance.” Rarity muttered to herself.
“Thank you!” Rarity said walking back to her bed.
Suddenly, she got an idea. She quickly grabbed a gem off of her desk and ran back to the window.
“Wait!” She cried to the colt.
“Yes?” The colt asked as he ran back below the window.
“Here,” Rarity said tossing the gem to him. “Happy Hearth’s Warming!”
“Happy Hearth’s Warming to you too, Miss!” The colt replied as he ran back to show his friends.
Rarity quickly then got on her coat and hat as she ran to her front door. On the way she grabbed a small shovel and a bucket. She only had a few hours before Spike would be at her house, and she needed to go gem hunting. Just before she left, she spotted the dress that she had made for Sapphire Shores. She took a moment to look at it before quickly taking off all of the gems and placing them in a small bag. She then hurried out the door.
Rarity had a brisk pace through town as she headed to her favorite gem hunting spot. Except she took the time to wish everyone she saw with a jolly “Happy Hearth’s Warming”. As she passed town hall, Mayor Mare was still outside collecting donations to fix the run down houses.
“Morning, Miss Rarity.” The Mayor said coldly.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming Miss Mayor.” Rarity replied cheerfully. “Might I say that last night I acted simply horribly to you and I wish to apologize.” Rarity said hanging her head.
“Apology accepted.” The Mayor said, still in a stern tone.
“I am not done Miss Mayor.” Rarity said. “As I was saying, I wish to apologize by giving you...this.” Rarity said holding out the bag.
“What is in here?” Mayor Mare said opening the bag.
Suddenly the Mayor’s eyes lit up and she was overjoyed.
“Miss Rarity, this is a lot of gems. Thank you, Thank you so much.” The Mayor said, finding it hard to speak.
“Just a simple Hearth’s Warming gift.” Rarity said picking up her things. “Now I must be going, I have a lot to do today.” Rarity said quickly walking away.
“Okay, Have a Happy Hearth’s Warming!” The Mayor shouted, still overjoyed from the gift.
With that, Rarity continued on to get her gems.
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Around midday, just as he had promised, Spike arrived to the Boutique. Rarity had planned out what she would say and prepared herself as she heard the knock at the door. As she opened the door she saw a nervous Spike standing on the other sides.
“What are you doing here?” She asked angrily.
“Sorry I am late Rarity, Twilight and I were just-” Spike started.
“I don’t want to hear it.” Rarity said bluntly. “Here, just take this box of gems,” She said handing him a box filled to the brim with gems. “and go home and have a Happy Hearth’s Warming.” She said, her attitude completely changing.
“What?” Spike said in confusion.
“Spike I was wrong to make you work so hard without anything in it for you. On Hearth’s Warming no less!” Rarity apologized. “You should be home with Twilight, celebrating.” Rarity said giving him a hug.
“Thanks Rarity!” Spike said starting to run home.
“Spike, you forgot something!” Rarity called to him.
“What?” Spike said quickly running back and putting down the box.
“This.” Rarity said as she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Spike started chuckling and wobbling around in happiness as he gathered his things.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming.” Rarity chuckled.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming.” Spike muttered incoherently as he stumbled away from her house.
As Rarity walked inside she quickly checked the time.
“1 o’clock, that doesn’t give me much time.” She said to herself as she continued down the path of reconciliation.
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A few hours later, Rarity knocked on the door of the Golden Oaks Library. Twilight quickly came and opened the door, a little surprised to see who it was.
“Hi, Rarity. Uh, come on in.” Twilight said gesturing inside.
“Hi Twilight, I have somewhere to be so I don’t have much time.” Rarity started. “I have heard through some...various sources that you are in some financial trouble.” She continued.
“Who told you-?” Twilight interrupted.
“That is besides the point.” Rarity responded. “The point is I am here to help.” She said holding out another bag full of gems.
“Thank you so much, but I can’t take these.” Twilight said giving them back.
“You can, and you will.” Rarity insisted giving back the back. “If you ever need anything, anything at all, just ask.” Rarity smiled comfortingly.
“I don’t know what to say.” Twilight stammered, with tears forming in her eyes.
“Why don’t you say that you and Spike will accompany me to the Apple family’s house for Hearth’s Warming Dinner tonight?” Rarity offered kindly.
“Oh, I would love to, but Spike and I are off to spend Hearth’s Warming with my brother and Cadence.” Twilight replied.
“Of course, well, have a splendid time dear.” Rarity said giving her friend a hug.
“Thank you, for everything.” Twilight said. “Happy Hearth’s Warming Rarity.” Twilight said cheerfully.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming to you too.” Rarity said walking over to the Apple’s house.
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Rarity nervously knocked on the front door of the Apples house as she could hear ponies inside. Just a moment later Applejack opened the door.
“Uh, hi Rarity, what brings you ‘round here?” Applejack asked bringing her friend inside.
Just as Rarity was about to reply she saw the rest of Applejacks family along with the rest of the CMC.
“I came to ask if I could join you all for dinner, even though I have no business to.” Rarity said hanging her head.
Everyone was silent for a moment as all eyes stared back at Rarity.
“Well of course!” Applejack replied pulling her friend in for a hug and bringing her friend in to the dining room.
The rest of the night was filled with more laughter, friendship, and fun than Rarity had been exposed to in a long time. It was right then and there that Rarity knew that this was the best Hearth’s Warming of all time.
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Soon after these events, the changes that Rarity made affected a lot of ponies. The run down houses were not only fixed, but they were upgraded thanks to Rarity’s large donation. Twilight was able to pay off her debts and keep the library without any trouble at all. Sweetie Belle and Rarity spent every Hearth’s Warming together and grew much closer as sisters. Spike was never asked to work for Rarity during the holidays again, yet that didn’t stop him from trying to sneak a mistletoe kiss in time after time. Finally, Rarity spent every Hearth’s Warming surrounded by her friends and never let her work control her again. She even became much more joyous during the holidays. Every Hearth’s Warming day she walked through Ponyville greeting everyone cheerfully and quietly saying to herself:
“God bless us, Everypony.”
The End