Apples, Parties, Magic, Destiny

Senario Two

Pinkie hops about excitedly in Canterlot Castle, eager to take on the role as Princess of the Night. She brings a refreshing new light to ruling, spreading joy, laughter, and parties to all. Nightlife explodes across Equestria, revitalized by the excitable pink alicorn, especially in Canterlot. The free spirited alicorn dances about Canterlot, singing and laughing. Even in the big city, in a matter of days, she is friends with everypony. Eventually, even the snooty Canterlot elite warm up to her. This was the first time an alicorn was not just revered, but truly loved by her people. "Forever is a long time to live," she naively thinks. "So that gives me plenty of time to make more friends all over Equestria!"

The passing of her other four friends, when they came, hit her like a truck. She didn't realize it hurt so badly. But the party princess was unbreakable in spirit, still maintaining the same aura of joy. She began to throw parties weekly in Canterlot Castle. After the passing of her friends, it's been taxing on her stamina, but she's peppy enough to continue her passionate partying. She hates when parties end. She would often try to convince guests to stay, but as the sun peaks its head over the horizon, many retreated home to sleep. "The party can't last forever." One guest reminds her. So it continues, day after day.

One day, she knocks on somepony's door, as usual, to let them know of the next party she was throwing. No responce. She opens the door and enters. She sees a light orange unicorn mare, silently laying on her bed. "Wake up, silly!" No response. She approaches the silent mare, the cheeriness in her voice struggleing to stay alive. "There's goingto be a party at the castle! And you're invited..." No response. She reaches out and touches the unmoving pony, unable to feel any warmth.  Her heart sinks. An aching pain seizes her. A familiar one. The same dread hangs over her head throughout the day beyond the facade of her sunny, cheery face. Two days later, she catches wind of another death in Canterlot. She knew precisely who it was too. A young, light blue pegasus filly in Baltimare who dreamed of making rainbows in Cloudsdale. She felt the pain again. The same pain she felt when Rainbow, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applejack died. Another day. Old earth pony stallion owning a watch store. Had a love of freshly baked bread. The same pain. A week later. A unicorn mare. Mother of two. Enjoys tennis and soap operas. The same pain again. Three days later. Another friend. On and on it went. Ponies died around her, while she lived on. And the pain was always the same. She knew those ponies. She got to know them.Got to share her thoughts and feelings with them when they were alive. And in turn, they opened to her. Death after death wore away at her vitality. Eventually, she stopped throwing parties. She stopped strolling around Canterlot. She stopped leaving the castle altogether. She once relished in the joy of friendship. The joy of sharing the wonderful experience of living with everyone she met. To create memories and relationships that remained for the rest of her life. But..."The party can't last forever." The pain of loss was inevitable. And so long as the bonds she formed caused her pain, she would refrain from ever making them again. And so, the pink alicorn hid in the castle, tossing the stars about the skies and carry the moon into the sky. She stared at the moon as it went, wondering when her party would end.