Star In The Dark

Her hooves planted themselves against a nearby tree as the pulse tore its way through the world. The stones beneath her hooves shuddered with a regular symphony. The rocks around her felt unnatural as they hummed in chorus.

Pinkie Pie was quiet.

Her ears folded back against her head as the pulse wormed its way into her brain. She whimpered, trying to ignore the rhythmic thumping that was making her hooves twitch with the beat. She started to slam her hoof out of time.

Pinkie Pie was quiet.

Her Star tried to stop the pulse as it tore through her consciousness. As her heart conformed to the beat, her Star pushed back against it. The green trees around her flared with life even as she pushed back against the beat of the world.

Pinkie Pie was quiet.

Above her, the tower carved its way into the sky, the glowing stream flowing off of its crown and down to the earth. The pulse tore at her Star, and she pulled her energy inwards, battling against the rising tide of sound. It ripped at her heart, trying to mold her beat until the end of time.

Pinkie Pie was quiet.

She needed to keep her own pulse. Her Star was to show differences, and she was going to do so until the heat left her withered carcass.

Pinkie Pie was quiet.

If she had to give away her Star to do so, then so be it.