"YOU ARE NOT THE REAL PINKIE PIE!"

"You probably shouldn't even exist."

"You're only a clone, you don't HAVE any feelings!"

Who was she to believe? She was barely a day old, and already she'd seen the disappearance of her mirror images, all but her. Was she just a clone? A disposable unfeeling analog?

What would happen if she became her own pony? If she became real?

Is it possible for one of the Pinkie's, the only copy left behind, to develop? To become an entirely different pony to the one that she was modelled after?

Oh, and before I forget, thanks to the amazing WerewolfNobody for the (At one point) cover art!

Why are the ponies nervous? Why do they hide and cower in fear?

And what do Pinkie and Rainbow have to do with it all?

Things aren't going as planned for the two however, and they'll have to deal with a new contender...

The world was crumbling around me. I was the only one still alive, all the rest had been killed by...

Well, you know who he is.

I was going to take him down, stand on his corpse or die trying, that was what I'd been waiting for. I'd trained for it, I was ready.

And THAT, was exactly the time when I turned up here...

Book 1 of the Spreading Darkness Trilogy

If there's one thing that ponies know, it is that history repeats itself. They knew that it would return at some point, but they didn't know when.

And they didn't know where...

I've had a long life. I've loved, and lost, and laughed, and cried. I've met more ponies than almost anyone else. But I can feel it all drawing to a close, and this story is nearing its completion.

We never realise just how much some ponies mean to us until they're gone, and there is always one pony in particular that means the most. And when that pony goes we can do nothing but remember them, try to keep them alive in thoughts...

And remember...