October: September sequel.

By: Pokebrony

Chapter 1: Alone

I walked for hours with a painful throat, but a sly smile. Sure my new land was lonely, but I liked being alone. It gave me time to think. Except, I had not a thing to think about. I didn't care. I was alive at least.

I walked for a bit more and realized I was hungry. I looked at my surroundings and confirmed my location as Sweet Apple Acres. There were apple trees as far as the eye could see. The problem was… all the trees were dead. There were about six trees that were still alive, but they had many dead grey apples. Just then, a huge cloud appeared and struck the tree with lightning. The lightning blinded me with its bright flash of a whitish yellow. The trees were surprisingly unharmed. In fact, the trees seemed healthier. I then saw a beautiful rainbow appear from one tree and make a bright path to the next tree. This proceeded for a while until all the trees had been touched by the rainbow. The apples then changed from a damp dark grey into a bright vibrant rainbow design.

I slowly tiptoed over to the bizarre fruit tree and proceeded to pick an apple. It came off with a pop of the stem and it was resting in my trembling hands. I examined the strange object for a moment. It was smooth and smelled delightful. I took a cautious bite not to kill myself whether it be poisonous or not. I took a bite and I could not hold back a huge smile. The apple was delectable. Taking a bite brought me into a memory. I was a little filly.

"Breakfast is ready!"

It sounded like a lovely mares voice echoing in the shadows of my thoughts.

"Okay mom! Be right there!

That sound was me.

I saw a filly, me, rush into the room with a beautiful mare and a clear table. Clear except for a plate with a piece of wheat toast and zap apple jam spread over it.

"Thank you momma!"

The little filly began to scarf down the toast while the mother smiled. My thought was then rudely stopped.

I looked at the zap apple, thought for a moment, and cried. I realized that I was alone.

Alone…. I hated the word.

I didn't like being alone

Alone…. I detested the word

I was sad, depressed, mournful

Alone…. I abhorred the word.

I had nopony else in the world besides me

Alone…. I good way to describe me.