They shined so bright, they lit up the night sky.
It was beautiful, no pony had ever seen such wonderful things...
When the stars are bright, she shines.
When the sky is right, she's there.
Only when the time is right.
Stands before you, that very mare.
She stood there, looking over the land. There was nothing more beautiful to look at. The stars were shining bright. The mare knew that it was time. Time for a change in life...
For years she had been wandering, there was no pony she knew...
There was no help anywhere at all...
Trotting onwards, she went. With a gold and midnight mane.
As her tail was trailing, no hope was there.
As she had been trekking for days to find Canterlot, it wasn't there. It was gone, she had no idea were to go next. Was there any bother in doing so?
The mare climbed up a tree to see the shining stars before her, the only thing that was reminding her of that wonderful life back in Canterlot.
Why did it have to happen?
She would've been back home, with all her friends... But now, it's just bad memories about loosing the ones that she loved...
There was no time to look back. Canterlot was in deep flames, forever....
There wasn't much that she could do....