WINGED

A New Pony Musical

Prologue: No one Mourns the Winged

Our story begins in a town square, where a celebration is occurring. Ponies of all kinds have gathered to celebrate, for today racial labels have fallen away.

"Good News!" the ponies sing. "She's dead! The witch of the west is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was, the enemy of all of us here in Oz, IS DEAD! Good news! Good news!"

"Look!" Someone in the crowd shouts. "It's Rarity!"

Slowly a bubble descends, in it, a white unicorn with a curled purple mane.

"Hello everypony! Delightful to see me isn't it? No need to answer, that was rhetorical."

She lands and begins to address the citizens. "Fellow Ozians, Let us be glad. Let us be grateful. Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue, the wicked workings of you-know-who! Isn't it nice to know, that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe will by and by, outlive a lie, for you and-"

"Miss Rarity," A yellow filly with an enormous hair bow tugged on the unicorn's poufy skirt. "Exactly how dead is she?"

"Well, there has been much rumor and speculation." The good witch answered. "Innuendos and outuendos, but let me set the record straight. According to the Time Alicorn Clock, the melting occurred at the 13th hour; a direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a young filly. Yes, the Wicked Witch of the West is dead!"

The citizens cheered, and random celebrators began shouting statements.

"No one mourns the winged!"

"No one cries 'they won't return.'"

"No one lays a lily on their grave."

"The good mare scorns the winged!"

"Through their lives our foals do learn!"

"What we miss when we misbehave!"

"And goodness knows," Rarity interjected. "the winged's lives are lonely. Goodness knows, the winged die alone. It just shows when your winged, your left only, on your own."

"Yes goodness knows," The townsfolk agreed. "The winged's lives are lonely. Goodness knows, the winged cry alone. Nothing grows for the winged, they reap only, what they've sewn…"

The filly tugged on the unicorn's skirt again. "Rarity, why does wickedness happen?"

"Another brilliant question, young mare!" Rarity praised. "Are ponies born wicked? Or is it thrust upon them? After all, she had a childhood; she had a mother, and a father who happened to be the mayor of Ponyville."

Rarity imagined the scene: A smart-looking blue stallion kissing his beautiful wife good-bye.

"How I hate to go, and leave you lonely."

"That's alright it's only just one night."

"But know that you're here in my heart while I'm out of your sight!"

"And," Rarity continued. "Like all families, they had their secrets."

She imagined another stallion, this one cloaked in darkness, coming in with a strange green bottle.

"Have another drink, my dark eyed beauty. I've got one more night left here in town. So have another drink, of green elixir, and we'll have ourselves a little mixer. Have another little swallow little lady, and follow me down!"

"And naturally, from the moment she was born, she was…well…different!"

The scene in Rarity's imagination shifted.

"It's coming!" the midwife screamed.

"Now?" The blue stallion asked.

"The baby's coming!"

"And how!"

"I see a nose!"

"I see a curl!"

"It's a healthy, perfect, lovely little-"

Both of them screamed.

"What? What is it, what's wrong?" The grey mare asked, panicked at the thought of something wrong with her baby.

"It's atrocious!" the midwife spat.

"It's obscene!" The new father agreed.

"Like a flighty, birdy, cabbage, the baby is unnaturally… WINGED!"

"So you see," Rarity contuied. "It couldn't have been easy…"

"No one mourns the winged! Now at last, she's dead and gone!" the townsfolk contuied their celebration around her. "And goodness knows,"

"Goodness knows!" Rarity repeated.

"We know what goodness is!"

"OOOOOHHHHH!"

"Goodness knows, the winged die alone."

"She died alone." The unicorn mourned.

""Woe to those, who spurn what goodness they are shown! No one mourns the winged!"

"Good news!"

"No one mourns the winged!"

"Good news!"

"No one mourns… the winged! Winged! Winged!"

"Rarity!" A stallion called out. "Is it true you were her friend?"

The unicorn froze. "Well- I- yes." The crowd gasped. "That is- I mean- it depends on what you mean by friend. I did know her. Our paths did cross… at school. But we were both very young and it was so… long ago…."

Rarity looked into the distance as she became lost in her memories.

So… don't hate me, but I'm putting 5 Years Later on pause for a bit.It's not that I don't like it, I just forgot where I was going with it, and there's only so many times Hiro can be an idiot before Tadashi catches on. That said, I'm going to be working on this for a while. In case you couldn't tell, here are some of the more subtle things in this fic. Rarity will be playing the part of Galinda/Glinda. Pegasi are non-existent in this AU, due to… my whims? That's why I'll be using "Wicked" and "Winged" relatively interchangeably. That's also why Fluttershy, and Rainbow if she shows up, will be earth ponies. Sorry. And uh… Oh yeah! Applebloom cameo!