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// Epilogue 
// Story: Unity 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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EPILOGUE

Chell said her goodbyes. She didn’t feel rushed; after all, Twilight was monologuing and that could take about forever. 

Well, Chell didn’t know that for actual fact, she’d never heard a complete Twilight Sparkle monologue yet (nor would she, for reasons which will presently be obvious), but she’d heard Amethyst monologue about how long Twilight’s monologue was, and so she said her goodbyes and hugged and nuzzled her friends and then she opened a portal at her feet and there was time for one more group hug and a promise to get together when things had calmed back down.

She also tossed away her companion cube to let it go free, to live among the wilds of Equestria where it could be happy.

And it was happy there. Tom had fallen in love with it the moment he’d first seen it and it fell in love with him, too, and they went off and did the kinds of romantic things you’d expect a rock to do. 

Well, more than that, since I guess you’d expect a rock to do nothing except sit there and slowly erode. You get my point. This story has a romance tag for a reason.1

And then she was gone in a poof of portal and a lingering scent of chocolate cake which didn’t really exist. Dinky, Sparkler, and Derpy made their way back home, knowing that presently two chagrined torch mobs would be returning to Ponyville, wiser than when they’d left.

Some of them would go to Torches and Pitchforks and try to return their recent purchases, but Molotov is a smart businessmare and didn’t offer refunds except for a defective product.

[As an aside, her criteria for ‘defective’ was “does it burn?” This applied equally to both torches and pitchforks; since the pitchforks she sold had wooden handles (and so did the torches) all of them would burn, even if the pitchforks weren’t capable of forking a single pitch.]

There was a store that bought used pitchforks (not torches, because what use is a used torch?); to nobody’s surprise it was run by another Lithumaneian mare. She was named Sprong, her cutie mark was a spading fork, and now you know that there are different kinds of pitchfork.

She was also Molotov’s sister and they were in ~collusion~

KitKat galloped off into the sunset with Jean-Louis Hardouin Michelin de Choisy on her back, and a personal vow to no longer accept self-titled Wizards as adventuring companions, or paleontologists, or anyone with a really long name who didn’t go by a nickname or a shorter version of their name.


As mentioned above, the two torch mobs did return to Ponyville (chagrined); Twilight and Rarity lingered behind and Twilight lectured Rarity on the potential harm in overdramatizing what was in fact a rather innocent situation and everypony would have benefitted from getting all the facts before they sprang into action. Twilight is a humble pony and admitted that she, too, sometimes rushed in without thinking.

Applejack didn’t learn anything, she was right all along.


Source

Pearville kept on keeping on, and at some point in the future, Torch Song would purchase an Ateliers d’Automobiles et d’Aviation 10A Luxe from Prance.