Twilight Sparkle stood in a white expanse. Miles around her, nothing could be seen except an empty white void. She took in a deep breath and sighed.
“Again,” she said. In an instant, the white expanse was filled with hundreds of thousands of images. She stood above, below, in front of, and beside all of them. All of the images had ponies in them and were moving. Twilight’s eyes moved to each one, only taking a second or two to glance at them. All of the moving images had one thing in common: tragedy. In each one, somepony important died; sometimes by the hand of fate, sometimes by a mortal, and in the vast majority of them, by Twilight’s actions. Tears began to form in Twilight’s eyes.
“No,” she whispered. Her teeth grit together as the images played out their scenarios. “No, no, no, no!” Her hoof pounded on the imaginary floor she stood on. A large cracking sound came from where her hoof stood. Cracks formed all around her. A tear dropped to the floor as the expanse shattered. Pieces of the void fell to the ground as the purple unicorn sobbed. Behind the falling pieces was Twilight’s room. Twilight was too focused on her sobbing to hear tiny footsteps behind her. A scaly hand placed itself on her shoulders.
“Twilight,” a voice said. “Maybe what’s going to happen is inevitable.”
“I don’t want it to happen, Spike,” she sobbed. “There are an infinite number of possibilities and realities. Theoretically, we should be able to avoid it. But every possibility leads to the same conclusion. It’s impossible!”
“Perhaps it’s destiny then,” Spike said. “She’s going to die earlier than you’d like. Whether by the invisible hand of fate, another, or you, she will die.”
“No,” Twilight said. The white expanse reappeared before Twilight and Spike. “I will find a way to save her. Even if I have to fight destiny itself, I will find a way to save Pinkie.”
“That’s going to be a fight you can’t win,” a sad smile formed on Spike’s face. “At least, not on your own.” A small smile formed on Twilight’s face.
“Thank you. Again.” The images reappeared around the two. Both of them looked for a way to keep a certain pink pony from meeting her doom. Unfortunately, they never found one.
I believe in you, Twilight. I believe you can save Pinkie. This was very interesting, playing with the idea of fate and how you can or cannot hope to change it. It makes me wonder how Twilight found out Pinkie was doomed in the first place, and where she learned the spell she’s using. Good work this week!