//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: New Lyrics: Friendshipping Sonata Dusk and Pinkie Pie // by bahatumay //------------------------------// Dressed in her piano key pajamas and snoring softly, Sonata slept soundly on the Pies’ spare bed… until a glass of cold water was overturned on her face. She gasped and sat up, spluttering and wiping at her face and shivering at the sudden, uncomfortable sensation of drowning. “Rise and shine, Sonata,” a low voice growled. Sonata froze. “Adagio?” she asked, moving a lock of her hair out of her eyes. “How-? What are you doing here?” “I’m here, too,” Aria added, grumbling. “Sheesh, it’s like everyone forgets about me.” Adagio didn’t waste any time. “How did you get magic?” she demanded. “What?” Sonata asked. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, revealing her sisters standing close. Aria stood back by the door, standing guard as well as keeping watch; but Adagio was right up in Sonata's face. “I destroyed out there. I rapped so hard I reduced grown men to tears. But I didn't get any magic. But you did.” She accentuated these last three words by prodding Sonata's chest hard with an accusing finger. “How did you do it?” Sonata scratched her head. “I think we got some leftover from that rainbow thing.” Adagio scowled. “I got hit just as hard by that lite-brite junk as you did, if not harder. What made you so special?” Sonata scrunched up her face and thought… and then she smiled. “Because you're trying to do it wrong, Adagio. Friendship is magic, not rapping. It's the friendship that makes the magic, not the rapping. It just… helps bring it out, I guess.” “Friendship,” Aria repeated doubtfully. “Yeah,” Sonata said brightly. “It’s like, doing things with other people and doing nice things for them just because you can, and not trying to get anything from them.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You've gone all crazy on us,” she said. “Crazier than usual, I mean.” Sonata scowled. They never, ever listened to her. Never, ever! “You’re the worst, Aria,” she said, sticking her tongue out at her former sister. Her attention was drawn away when Adagio physically twisted her head to face her. “Tell me the truth,” Adagio growled. “That is the truth, I swear!” Sonata said. Adagio shook her head. “You’re holding out on me!” “I promise, I’m not!” Suddenly, Adagio leaned forward and seized Sonata’s collar. She dragged her upright and jammed her knee into her stomach, making Sonata gasp for air. “Tell me!” she shouted. “Adagio!” Aria stepped forward, but Adagio shoved her roughly away and dragged Sonata closer. “Tell me!” Sonata whimpered. “Adagio, you’re hurting me-” “Tell me!” And then there was a wet thunk, and Adagio collapsed. Aria and Sonata looked up… and jumped to see someone standing unnervingly still in the door. “Good boy, Boulder,” Maud said, stepping forward and retrieving her pet. She then looked over at Aria. Aria held her hands up and took a step back. She was in no mood to be beaned in the head by a rock of any size tonight. Maud nodded, accepting this, and then turned around and shuffled back out of the room. Apparently, she was done with adventure for tonight, and was going back to bed. Aria and Sonata stared at Maud’s departing frame before looking down at Adagio. “Is she ok?” Sonata asked. “I think so,” Aria said, nudging Adagio’s prone form with her boot. “She’s breathing, anyway.” There was a pause. “So, that just happened,” Aria said. “Yeah.” There was another pause. Sonata cleared her throat. Time to put some of this new friendship stuff to the test. “It’s a little dark to head back to the school; you wanna stay here for the rest of the night?” She smiled widely, warming up to this idea. “I know where Pinkie keeps her pajamas, and we can get you a nice pair with duckies on them, and you can sleep in my bed! It would be like a sleepover!” “Are you trying to convince me to stay, or convince me to leave?” Aria grumbled, looking like she was about to gag; but before she could say much else, her stomach grumbled even louder. She scowled, looked around for a few moments, looked down at Adagio’s prone form again, and then sighed and relented. “Sure,” she mumbled. “You got anything to eat around here?” Sonata nodded. “I'm sure Pinkie won't mind if you have a couple pizza rolls.” Aria frowned. “What's a pizza roll?” she asked. Sonata grinned evilly as she got out of bed. “You know what? Let me show you…” A few minutes later, the night was interrupted by an angry screech of pain, and Sonata’s shrieking laughter. “You’re the worst, Sonata! The absolute worst!”