When Ponyville is set ablaze one winter night all survivors gather at the lakes awaiting instruction. The blame falls upon the house guest who came to town last summer, though others blame the bandits who came after him. Meanwhile our heroines must come to terms with their own failings in safe-keeping Ponyville, which have already endured so much.

In looking back to before a certain Wight of the Waters came into town, one can only wonder: "What could have been done differently?"

[[I would greatly appreciate any input on how well, or poorly, you think something is going in my story. As this is my first fic, I am eager to receive some feedback.]]