Scootaloo, the local loner, goes about her day like any other. She gets ready. She combs her hair. And she flies like nopony's business. One, meadow-filled morning, however, she realizes Equestria is a vast, empty winter.
Do we all know the mail mare. Do we know the cards dealt to Ditzy Hooves, fellow child of a line lost to time. Her story is wistful and bittersweet. Meadows wash with bathing light, but, in darkest night, she remembers how she became her own tragedy.
Among loss, young Jack Woodshift laments the loss of both his parents and hope for life. One, bitter night, he reminisces the various joys he's lost in life, only to compare it to a recent fanfiction. Jaded, dazed and losing purpose in daily li
