Sweetie Belle sat up in shock. She then fell out of her chair, also in shock. Did... did she just do magic? No, of course not. That would be ridiculous. She must have been day-dreaming.

She went back to her chair. She looked back down, down at the town, down at the perfectly... healthy... bright orange... flower.

Huh?

No, no, no, of course not, that would be ridiculous. There had to be another explanation as to why the flower was sitting upon her windowsill. Perhaps some other pony misfired a spell, and it ended up hitting her flower instead. Perhaps when she fell off the chair she was knocked unconscious, and this was all just a dream. Perhaps it was, ah, er, um, goblins. Yes, goblins. That was definitely it. Because it would be absolutely absurd for her to have done magic.

Either way, she sat back down on the stool. She looked down upon the city. Even from up here, she could see that the garden outside wasn't doing so good...

It was obvious that Sweetie Belle didn't use her magic to bring the flower back to life. And it was obvious that she couldn't even do magic.

But, just in case, she went outside to try it again.

Meanwhile, in the Everfree Forest, Hot Shot's little brother, Black Clover, was playing. Or, at least, he was trying to play. For all of the hype about the Everfree Forest, about how monsters and savage beasts were everywhere, about how supernatural forces ran wild, about how there was a mystical shaman from faraway lands within it, it was actually kind of boring. Clover was just throwing rocks at a tree at the moment. He had a sort of points system for throwing he rocks. If it lands above that branch, it's a point. If it lands above that branch, it's two points. If it lands above that branch, it's three points. If it lands above that branch, it's four points, etc. And if it goes over the tree, you can be done with this stupid game and oh sweet Celestia why is this place so boring?

He was currently up to 1379 points when he did notice that something was odd. Mainly, a small golden raindrop-cigar-ball-thingy flew outside of the carriage he was living in. It was a very loud golden raindrop-cigar-ball-thingy. He ran inside to see what happened and if his big brother was okay.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asked.

Hot Shot was quivering. A single tear rolled down the side of his face.

"Yes, of course I am, buddy."

"Well, what happened? What did you do?"

"I just changed history," he said, laughing and crying at the same time.

Sweetie Belle rushed back into the house!

"Rarityrarityrarityrarityrait y!" she exclaimed.

"What is it, darling?" she replied.

"Guess what? I'm a vulture whore-ist!"

She dropped the glass the she had suspended in midair using her magic.

"Do you remind repeating that again, sweetie?"

"I'm a vulture whore-ist! I was just outside in the-"

Rarity wasn't listening. She currently had a picture of a vulture doing unpleasant things to her sister, who was wearing a pink boa and copious amounts of makeup burnt into her mind.

"-and then I-"

"Yes, yes, of course you did, now please explain to me what you did to become a... a... v-v-vulture whore?" she asked, her pure-white body somehow turning pale.

"Well, I was out in the garden, and, well, first I was up in my bedroom, and I got, like, really-super-frustrated, and then I did magic, and then that dead flower that I keep on my windowsill for some reason came back to life, and at first I thought I didn't actually do it, but then I went outside and brought some of the dead plants in the garden back to life,and that's how I became a vulture whore-ist!" She beamed, proudly.

Rarity sat there in ponderous silence, moving her lips as if she was talking, though no sound came out. After a while, she realized exactly what Sweetie Belle was trying to say.

"By chance, darling, would you mean horticulturist?"

"Ohhhhh, that's what it's called! Haha, I thought it was vul-"

"Haha, no, never say that ever again, please."

It was at this point that Rarity realized what all of this meant.

"Wait, you did magic?! Sweetie Belle, that's amazing! Oh, I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed, pulling her in for a hug. "Oh, tell me, did you get your cutie mark? What was it? Did you get it? Ohhh, I hope it isn't something tacky like a cornstalk or something! What is it, the suspense is killing me!"

They both glanced at her flank in excitement to see...

Nothing. She was still a blank flank.

Sweetie Belle's lipped quivered, and tears began to form in her eyes.

"Oh, no, no, don't cry, darling! Sometimes you just have to do it a few times before you get it!"

And without saying anything, Sweetie Belle instantly became happy again, and dashed out the door to Sweet Apple farms.

MEANWHILE, IN THE SPACE BETWEEN SPACES, THE EXISTENTIAL VOID...

A table sits in a dimly lit room. At the table sit those who control everything. They have not all gathered here together for a long time. However, within the past few days, there have been many odd occurrences that did not fit into Their plans. And the first words said at the table, the first words that would eventually bring an end to the universe were...

"Hey, baby, if I said you had a beautiful body... would you hold it against me?"

This was uttered by the being known as Darkness. The response to this was the being known as Eris dumping the hot contents of her coffee of mug onto Darkness' lap. In turn, this was replied to with a yelp of pain.

SILENCE, the being at the head of the table bellowed. It has come to my attention that not everything has gone according to The Plan.

"Well, sir," said Gaia, "There have been thousands of things that weren't on the schedule, but not all of them were bad!"

True, true. However, this one is... different. The Meddler is tampering with forces that she does not know of. And this must be stopped.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why?" asked Chronos. "From what I can tell, this won't cause the End Times."

A chuckle filled the room. Yes, Chronos. This is because you can only see what is on the schedule. However, I can see all. And what I see is the End Times. And to ensure that the End Times do not occur...

An hourglass appeared beside him. Well, it didn't really appear as much as it had appeared in the past, so it was always next to him. The hourglass itself was massive, too big to logically fit into the room. But then again, what was logic in an Existential Void? It had about a week's worth of sand in the top, and an infinite amount in the bottom.

The Meddler must... be removed, finished the being.