”So now you know Equestria’s end.”

    I stood in the clouds and looked down upon the land of Equestria; it was how I remembered it, bright, shiny, and loving. All the ponies would smile and have fun while the rest would try to make their way in their studies. This was the Equestria I remembered and loved even more so. Pinkie stood on the edge of the cloud and looked down as I did. She looked toward the Everfree Forest and said to me in a voice so dim,

    ”It’s customary for the EverSpirit to pass on her duties to the user, but, seeing how the forest is no longer. It appears that tradition is no longer in effect.”

    I leaned over the edge and looked toward the forest; it was consumed by sand. Pinkie extended her reach to the rest of Equestria and, before my eyes, the land was immediately transformed into lonely deserts and abandoned canyons.

    ”This is the new Equestria, the one you helped shape. It shines not bright; it shows no love. Despite the pain and suffering you’ve caused, in the heart of history, there is always a victor. She lives, you know, the one you’ve scorned and shown no consideration. Don’t feel bad about it, nopony cared for her any more than they did you. She was cast out to face the world with nopony else but her better judgment. She was not killed in your fire; no, she was saved by her knowledge. As you sit here and watch for the rest of eternity, I hope you’ll understand that sometimes, there are some things we cannot change.”

    With those last words, Pinkie faded into nothing. I cried out to her,

    ”Will you not watch with me? Will I be alone? How can I live with what I’ve done?”

    Pinkie turned to me and smiled, ”My dearest Scootaloo, you’re not alive.”