The hand of fate-a cold winter night

The hand of Fate-A cold winter's night

Chapter 1

A new life come sunrise

Why do these things always happen to me; does fate hate me or something? Pondered Octavia as she continued to move her stuff out of her suite. It had been a week since the fiasco at the gala, and her reputation was in tatters; no one who hire her, and so her money had quickly run out.

“I told myself I’d never go back there! Now look at me.” She griped at she put her cello in the cart that she had managed to find.

Octavia steeled herself for her newest challenge as the door slammed behind her; Homelessness, she would never have though it, but no money leads to no rent, and no rent leads to eviction, but it still wasn’t going to be easy. She had never lived on the street; even when her parents had abandoned her for being a fillyfooler. She had found a rundown old apartment complex that didn’t cost barely anything; a perfect place for a young filly just starting out

“It’s pathetic that I can’t even afford that place now.” She continued to herself as she pushed the cart down the streets of Canterlot. It was the middle of the day and the streets were full of ponies nobles and commoners, and as she passed by she could hear the whispers of the high class ponies that recognized her from her concerts and private shows.

“Look, Isn’t that Octavia Philharmonicia.” Whispered one of them to her friend with a sneer. “I heard that she played the pony pokey at the Grand galloping gala; The pony pokey of all things.” They then turned the corner continuing to look at Octavia with obvious distain.

It didn’t stop there as she continued further into lower Canterlot the insults slowly became worse and worse. One young noble pony had even gone out of his way to come up to Octavia and tell her that she was a complete disgrace to music, and that if she ever returned to upper Canterlot it would be too soon.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen, all of upper Canterlot has now seen my fall from grace, and now my disgrace is complete!" Cried Octavia to herself, she had always been a strong mare; even though the rigorous training her parents had put her though to become the greatest cellist in Canterlot, nor them abandoning her, not even though years of denying herself love and of who she was had she even cried, but now as she walked down the dirty, and trash strewn streets of lower Canterlot she couldn’t help but cry as she walked down an alleyway so that she could find a place to sleep now that night had fallen.

“How did it come to this, I worked so hard! I built myself up from nothing and now this!” She shrieked as she pounded her hoofs into the solid brick wall of one of the buildings.

“It isn’t fair. Oh by Luna, it isn’t bucking fair!” She sobbed slamming her hoof on each word. She was so loud that even the passerby ponies coming from the club stopped to stare at her.

“What you’ve never seen a pony lose it before!” She screamed at them once she had noticed them. At this they simply rolled their eyes and walked away muttering about crazy homeless ponies.
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Octavia had no idea what time it was as she continues to sob as she lay behind one of the dumpsters and continued to try and get some sleep.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Octavia asked herself again for about the thousandth time that night. It was cold and the small sheet that Octavia was allowed to keep wasn’t keeping out the cold of Luna’s winter night. Snow had begun to fall and was quickly covering Octavia in a freezing blanket.

“I’m going to die out her aren’t I? I’m so hungry!” Whispered Octavia as she finally passed out from her exhaustion and hunger.
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The lights of Club PON3 were pulsing, the music was blaring, and Vinyl Scratch was right in her element. Everything had gone perfectly for the last week since she had opened her own club. It had been her dream ever since she was a small filly to own her own club, and show ponies the wonders of the nightlife.

I guess dreams really do come true.She though as she called out to the dance floor.

“Come on everypony, are you guys here to party or just to dance? I wanna see you shake those flanks, Yeah!” In response to this every pony down on the dance floor started to dance faster, and more in time with the fast pace of the music. It was going to be one wild night.
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Celestia’s sun rose to find a beautiful blanket of snow covering the city of Canterlot, and Vinyl Scratch coming out of the club; tired but happy.

“That was an awesome night!” Laughed Vinyl as she passed the alleyway to hear someone coughing.

“Hey is some pony down there?” she asked as she started to walk down the alleyway; watching out not to slip on any of the ice that had formed on the ground during the blizzard that night.

Octavia couldn’t move, she was barely conscious to the fact that somepony was calling out to her. She continued to try and call out to the pony, but all that came out was more coughing. Vinyl continued down the alleyway toward the sound of the coughing; looking around the dumpsters and trash cans. She knew that things were getting pretty hard for some ponies these days, but for some pony to sleep outside in a blizzard instead of one of the shelters wasn’t just stupid; it was suicide.

If somepony is down there I’ve got to find them. Thought Vinyl as she came up upon Octavia. Vinyl noticed her and immediately rushed to her side. Octavia’s grey fur had become more of a storm blue her flesh having begun to freeze, her lips were blue, and she was barely breathing.

“Whoa, hey stay with me there Hun, I’ll get you to the hospital, you just stay with me!” Ordered Vinyl as she took Octavia's barley alive body in her magic and rushed her of toward Canterlot medical center. She just hoped that it wasn’t too late.