Though the palace of Unicornia had escaped much of the destruction that pegasus bombing had brought, it could not escape the chaos of a city about to die. I could practically taste it on the wind. Desperation, fear, hunger, all mingling in the bitter cold. I glanced once out the window, and saw few cars moving on the streets. There was too little fuel to waste on frivolity when it took everything we had just to keep warm. Fires burned again in the city for the first time in a generation, with many unicorns lacking the magic or the money to warm themselves any other way.