//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: Ptolemy // by Wellspring //------------------------------// Epilogue: It was a very beautiful day. The sky was blue, birds chirping and sun shining. It was the kind of day where everypony knows that nothing could go wrong. A pink pony singled out by her constant hopping, laughing and waving left a trail of smiles in her wake, as she did every day of anyday. Wherever she jumped, trotted or just simply appeared from nowhere this pony would capture the eyes of the nearest creatures and be mesmerized by the sheer innocence projected by her very being. “La la-la la-la,” the pink pony hummed. “Big adventure... la-la-la-la... a beautiful heart, faithful and strong... la la-la” Not only was it a very beautiful day, it was a very special day too. The 1000th Summer Sun Celebration will be held tomorrow morning. “Oh, Pinkie Pie!” a mare called out from Sugar Cube Corner, “Were you able to deliver that order?” “Yes, Mrs. Cake.” The pinky pony, whose name was Pinkie Pie, replied happily. “I gave out the cupcake recipe to Applejack just like you asked. She’ll be able to make yummy apple cupcakes now.” “Thank you, Pinkie. You can take the rest of day off now.” “Gee, thanks Mrs. Cake.” “Oh, and take these to go.” Mrs. Cake took out a pan of fragrant blueberry cupcakes and handed it to Pinkie Pie. Outside her control, the pink pony’s tail started twitching. Mrs. Cake tripped down the stairs as she was handing the treats. Faster than the average earth pony, Pinkie Pie was already below Mrs. Cake just in time to catch the mare in her hooves and the cupcakes with her mouth. “Hmm! That is delish.” “Thank you for saving me, Pinkie.” the mare said, recovering to her feet. “However do you do it?” “I guess I just do it.” Pinkie shrugged as she trotted away, humming the same melody. Even to Pinkie Pie it was a mystery. Ever since she saw that rainbow back when she was a filly her body started having what she jokingly called the Pinkie Sense. Her body had an ability to predict the future by twitching in various places. At first she thought it was weird, even for her. But as she realized that this ability was mostly used to protect ponies; like from falling objects or being chased by bees or opening doors, she found herself lucky to have such a rare gift. Not only the Pinkie sense, her body had other tricks as well. For some reason she can just vanish without a trace and reappear elsewhere. Or sometimes even stretch and bend past it limit without difficulty. Or just take something, anything, from anywhere; mostly balloons and party stuff. And an even weirder part is that nopony, not even herself, seemed to question something that seemed so unnatural. But none of her special talent have troubled her more than a brief, seemingly irrelevant, event of her childhood that began it all. There was like a missing piece of memory that bridged the fulcrum that turned her life around it all: between seeing the rainbow one second and crying alone on top of a cliff. She could remember it clearly. She remembered suddenly standing in the middle of a storm. She wouldn’t know, for the life of her, why she couldn't stop crying. At that time something of great value was lost, she was sure, but with it came a sense of freedom long fulfilled, a sense of both completion and reassurance that the right thing had happened –that the story was over, and for the rest of her life all she needed was to be happy and maintain this happpiness. She was happy. And from that time onwards Pinkie Pie never felt loneliness ever again. “I’m such a silly little twinkie-pinkie.” Pinkie Pie shook her head. The past was the past. There was no use worrying about it. It was such a beautiful day and so long as all is right in the world it would always remain this beautiful. Speaking of partying, she thought as she continued to trot through Ponyville, should I visit Fluttershy? She could use help with singing with the birds. Or Rarity with the decorations. Or Rainbow Dash with the- oh wait, silly me, I keep forgetting I don’t have any wings. “Maybe the ponies in Ponyville have interesting things to talk about.” A new voice distracted her from her train of thoughts. She was surprised to see a purple baby dragon with green spikes. One that she has never seen before. “C’mon, Twilight, just try” Pinkie Pie looked closer. It took her a full second before her eyes could prove the sight to her mind. And then she saw her. There she was: a lavender unicorn mare. Dark indigo mane, with strands of magenta and purple, kept straight down her neck. She had wide open eyes that glowed with a glimmer as their eyes met. Her cutie mark was a sparkling pink star that resembled the glitter of magic. “Uh... Hello?” said the unicorn. There was something about her, something awfully familiar. Pinkie Pie felt that this pony was a clue to that missing bridge in her memory. A thousand meaningless and incoherent thoughts flooded Pinkie’s mind like a torrent. Here she was, yet who was she? Pinkie felt a twitch somewhere in her body; telling her that this pony, somehow, would change their lives forever. Pinkie gasped in surprised and ran off. She doesn’t know why. She was feeling excited. She was feeling calm. She was feeling imminent danger. She had never felt safer in her life. The inexplicable mystical air in that unicorn drew her in. And instead of fear it was joy she felt. It was funny, she thought, she had never seen her before yet she felt that they were already the best of friends. That same instinct that propelled her forward now screamed and laughed happily at this serendipity. She had a new mission. She have to make sure that the unicorn should never be alone. Surround her with friends. Who should she get first? Applejack? Rainbow Dash? Fluttershy? Rarity? The five of them, she knew, were all connected to her. Pinkie Pie broke into a gallop, racing side by side with her thoughts. She felt she was given a second shot at life. She ran with the energy of foal ready to face the day, she could’ve run through entire Equestria if she had the time. She ran, and ran, and ran; the air has never felt so fresh. They will all be friends, Pinkie Pie thought, she won’t be lonely. Not anymore; not this time. And I know just what this calls for. Carrying the high noon on her shoulders; wind bouncing her pink fluffy mane; smile growing bigger and bigger with each step; wide eyes, laughing joyously in triumph–Pinkie Pie ran.