It was anarchy. People in the streets of the usually peaceful neighborhood run around looking for cover or bringing their families outside to see, first hand, the end of all life as they knew it. A man in a teal colored shirt held his wife's and his small daughters hand as he ran them out to their front lawn. An older boy, age twelve by the look of his size, ran out after them. The man knelt down and hugged his family tight. His son and daughter were both crying and his wife was doing her best to console them and had tears in her eyes as well. He looked up to the sky as the meteor entered the atmosphere and was visible to the naked eye even though the sun was shining bright on the summers day. The man looked back to his daughter and wiped the tears from her eyes and started to sing in an effort to calm them and himself.
"Dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!
Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, "this is my message to you-ou-ou"
Singin’: don't worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin’: don't worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
At that moment the man put his head down and hugged his family as tightly as he could. Simultaneously, the earth shuddered an eight mile wide behemoth slammed into it causing the rumble to sound as if the earth itself was growling at the asteroid in protest to its life ending assault. Across the planet, people cried out to the heavens as it turned against them one final time, in doing so it thrust a rock into the place which teamed with life bringing it to its ultimate demise. And then the earth fell silent as it was once again, a dead planet. Only this time, ruins were left to mark what was once a thriving civilization of men, women, and children, living together whether it was peaceful or not. The earth would no longer bear fruit, or house its children.
All of this, because one person failed to save them all.
Ashley shot up in a cold sweat. She clenched her eyes shut realizing it was only a dream... at least until memories of events hours prior returned to her head telling her that that wasn’t a dream but rather the future. She felt a few tears brimming past her closed eyes as she brought a hand to wipe them... only to be reminded once again that it was no longer a hand. She opened her eyes but was forced to squint as they were assaulted with bright light.
Once she able to focus again she let out a semi-surprised when the muzzle of a large crowned pony filled her vision. The crowned pony’s large horn was glowing and her expression was that of brutal and unadulterated shock...
Ashley looked into the large pony’s eyes. Her eyes told of unbridled rage but her shocked expression was unwavering despite the tears that flowed down her face. Ashley didn’t know why... but she was afraid. It was a primal fear... but she was afraid of this pony for reasons she could not explain...