The universe where everything began was the only universe that experienced any changes at that point in time. But then, in that universe, the inhabitants had a history of being highly in tune with the earth, some more so than others. Still, only one was aware of the upcoming event.
The pony in question, a happy-go-lucky pink mare named Pinkie Pie, was well known for predicting things before they occurred, but she was too silly and random for anyone to take her seriously. So when she had her mane flatten seemly out of nowhere, she was worried. So she went to talk to her friends.
She found Applejack working on the farm, bucking apple trees and sending the apples into the baskets beneath with a minimum of effort.
"Hi Applejack!"
The earth pony paused mid-buck, and turned to Pinkie with an irritated expression on her face.
"Y'all need somethin', Pinkie?"
She nodded, and sucked in a deep breath.
"IwasatSugarcubeCornermakingcupcakesforLyra'sbirth dayparty,becauseshe'sawesomeeventhoughtheobsession abouthumansisalittlewierd,butmyhairwentalldroopyan dflat,whichmeansI'mreallyupset,whichIwasn't,orthat somethingbigisabouttohappen,soIthoughtIshouldtellm yfriends,sohereIam!"
Poor Applejack tried to keep up with her friend, but Pinkie was talking too fast for her, and she and her family had two days left to complete the harvest, so she needed to be working and not trying to decipher Pinkie's nonsense. Impatiently, she told her:
"Look here, Sugahcube, I don't rightly know what y'all are makin' such a fuss about, but if anythin' was wrong, Princess Celestia would've said something or dealt with it herself. So y'all don't have nothin' to worry about."
She ignored Pinkie's disapproving glare and goes back to work. Determined, Pinkie galloped off to talk to her other friends. Maybe they'll listen, she thought.
She tried not to talk as fast for Twilight, but it didn't help in the end. To give Twilight credit, she mulled it over for a while, even though she had been trying to study for a test Celestia had given her.
"Do you know if it's going to be a good thing, or a bad thing?"
she asked hopefully.
Pinkie tried to remember.
"Nope! I don't remember anything other than it was a major event."
She paused for a second.
"It's going to taste like cotton candy and liquid chocolate,"
she added helpfully.
The unicorn shook her head almost before Pinkie had finished.
"Sorry Pinkie, but I have a lot of studying to do. If you could give me more information, I could write to the Princess. What you've said so far is too vague to do anything with. And what if we did find out where it was happening, and it turns out it was unnecessary to be there? Sorry Pinkie."
Pinkie thought as she left, well, I can't ask Rainbow Dash, since she's in Cloudsdale for the week. And Fluttershy is in Manehatten, helping out with their animals. So that leaves Rarity. I hope she'll listen.
Rarity, as it turned out, was hoof-deep in work, trying to finish a commission for a customer. Nonetheless, she stopped darting around frantically long enough to listen to Pinkie's account, and she tried to reassure her.
"Pinkie, darling, maybe it was a coincidence? And really, what could we do about it if it wasn't?"
Rarity was clearly distracted as she talked, still moving things around and murmuring under her breath. Pinkie's ears flattened against her head, and she sighed quietly, but when Rarity turned to look at her, she feigned agreement and made a couple of excuses to leave. Rarity did not protest, heading back to work without another word.
Pinkie paused halfway down the path. Maybe they're right. I HOPE they're right.
But that night, in the royal garden in Canterlot, a crack appeared in a statue. And laughter blew through the garden on the back of the wind...
