Alternate Ending: The Place Under no Sky
She waits at the station. The Canterlot Castle dominates her vision, every feature glaring down at her from high atop the mountain.
The train whistles, it’s near.
She looks at the ponies gathered around her, searching every face for a reason to stay just a moment longer.
Too late. Its over.
She mutters one last goodbye between herself, the lonely rainslick floorboards of the station, and to the pony that she held close so dearly.
Her mane is flat, her face hidden by the silken curtain. It won’t be much longer. She doesn’t dare look back, afraid that her past will reach out and grab her, sucking her back into that dark, watery despair.
She stands firmly on her hooves.
The whistle gets closer. This is it, she thinks, I can’t turn back now.
A flutter of wings behind her. A much too familiar flutter of wings.
She gasps.
She has to turn, at least to see if she’s right. Courage returns to her, and she lifts a hoof . . .
Nothing . . .
She didn’t hear anything. Dash is not here . . .
Why would she be here?
I have to go, or I’ll start seeing her everywhere again.
The train arrives, billowing a thick cloud of steam all over the platform.
She disappears in the fog . . . with a sad smile in her face and no song in her heart. Wherever she’s going there’s no place for songs.
Some years later she has obtained it.
A place where she can’t possibly think about her love.
A cold, barren, desolate place no different from the farm where she grew up. It’s not even that distant, actually. She has even picked up the family business: rocks . . .
Those six colors are nowhere to be found, erased by the passage of time.
She can’t even catch a glimpse of the sky. That sky is just like her heart: lots of obscured gray and ominous darkness, but no blue.
Just like she wanted . . .
She never sees her friends. She hasn’t heard of them for quite a while. The memories of those days are fading, just like her love. She can’t even remember the name of that blue mare . . .
She doesn’t see anypony at all, save for her workers.
One of the farmers brings a newspaper with him one day. He starts to read it aloud for the other workers.
She happens to eavesdrop them.
The headlines are about the Wonderbolts and their new captain. He’s a great fan of them.
Their youngest captain ever: a beautiful, brave, incredible blue pegasus with a mane of six colors and her tradermark pink headband . . .
Pink . . .
She wears pink.
Pinkie can only cry now, and lament for what could’ve been . . .