My Little Proletariat

Two ponies sit on a hill. They haven't known each other a long time, but they're friends nonetheless. They've been through a lot in the last few days, and now, finally, they have a chance to sit down.

Soon they'll trek through wilderness, staying off the radar, hoping to meet up with their friends. It'll be a long journey - but they don't have to worry about that until tomorrow. Right now they're content to sit back, relax, and watch the show.

Snapshot.

A firework bursts above Canterlot, outlining the city for a moment in bas-relief yellows and browns, like someone put a sepia filter over the whole place. Tiny pieces of paper flutter to the ground. Some are singed, some are burned to a crisp, but enough remain.

Snapshot.

The party atmosphere of the Gala extends to the streets of Canterlot. There's a number of parties going on in the town proper, ponies wandering from house to house or street to street. And every so often, one will stop and look at one of the piece of paper on the ground.

They say things like:

THE VOICE OF THE COMMON PONY WILL NOT BE SILENCED

and:

WHY DOES THE SUN PRINCESS KEEP US IN THE DARK?

Most ponies ignore these. Some ponies don't. And some of those will remember the words tomorrow, and the day after. And every time they see Equestria's Princess, they'll wonder if she really is hiding something.

Snapshot.

The countryside around Canterlot. Some ponies don't get tonight off. Runners have been dispatched to all four corners of the kingdom. Twilight Sparkle is officially ponysona non grata: anyone seeing her should turn her in. The Princess has moved as fast as she is able, and she doesn't want another popular uprising on her hands.

Snapshot.

Equestria. The eastern edge of the kingdom is touched by dawn's light, as another day starts in the Magical Kingdom.

It's just like any other day. Ponies go about their lives. Some clean up after last night's party. Some sweep the burned and torn brochures from the street. Some wander through the Everfree Forest, towards home.

How likely is it they'll succeed? That six little ponies will defeat their despotic leader and usher in a golden age of propserity and wonder? That the power of friendship will overcome a thousand years of Machiavellian strategy?

Put it like this: it's liklier than you might think.

This is, after all, a magical kingdom.