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The wizened old wolf sits beneath the ancient chestnut tree, eyes scanning the horizon. The setting sun casts long shadows across the empty field, and the wolf watches as the shadows creep forward. He keeps a silent watch as an old suit of armor leans against the great tree, rust covering every inch of exposed metal. It sits upright, visor raised, as if it too were keeping watch. Beside the armor, and empty grave, a headstone of marble, blank except for the small engraving of a butterfly on the top. As the sun finally slips beneath the edge of the earth, the wolf stands and stretches his tired limbs. He moves toward the grave, removing a drie

Oh dear What have we here? A girl, I see, she's coming near Head covered in red, Basket full of bread, My heart, it fills with dread In these woods, a foul beast Who turns young girls into a great feast Found in the woods, their hearts ceased It leaps at her with tooth and claw Tries to take her in its maw But sees in her a certain flaw Faced with death she shows a smile Her eyes twinkle with guile Standing against this creature vile Staring into the beast's eyes "Here I am, your dainty prize" "Or are the stories all lies?" A gentle touch It wasn't much The beast was now in her clutch For you see, The beast was me And now "I" is now "w

“Lady Everstar, dinner is served.” The maid removed the covers from the platters of food before bowing low and retreating to just behind her mistress' seat. “My, this looks lovely,” Twilight said, eyeing the meal before her, the table covered in strange new delicacies. The Evening Kingdom had a recent upswing in trade with other foreign nations after the conclusion of the Evening Rebellion, the truce between Twilight and Celestia relieving tension across Equestria. Due to this, what once used to be a rare commodity was now a fairly easy to come by luxury. Now anypony in the Evening Kingdom could sample goods from faraw

“W-What's happening?” Twilight whispered, as she watched her other self continue to sob in the middle of the aisle. As the shock of her sudden appearance began to wear off, she noted the condition of her doppelganger, who was covered head to hoof in dozens of small cuts and bruises and was favoring her left hind leg. Interestingly, this other Twilight was still a unicorn, thus lacking the wings indicating her ascension. Quickly shaking her head, Celestia waved a hoof at the guards and they began ushering the crowd out of the room. Soon the only ones left were the princesses, Nyx, Clockwork, Twilight and her friends. Once the doors

Twilight sat at the kitchen table, glancing at the door that led into the rest of the library as they ate their breakfast. Spike had made waffles, but not until he had spotted Clockwork and had a reaction similar to Twilight's. “So what do you think? Should we take him with us? I couldn't find any books here about inter-dimensional travel, but maybe the Canterlot library might have something.” Spike thoughtfully tapped his chin while nibbling at a waffle. “Maybe he's an alien spy,” he said, and glanced at the door himself before leaning forward and lowering his voice to a whisper. “Do you think maybe he's scoutin

There are a few things that people think about after they wake up. Better get ready for work. I wonder what I should have for breakfast. Maybe having all those beers wasn't the best idea. Oh god I hope I'm not pregnant. For a particular pony drifting through space, its first thoughts after regaining consciousness were I'm glad I can't feel pain and I hope I stop spinning soon. Indeed, Clockwork found itself to be flipping end over end as it sped through the void, traveling at an impressive rate after having been propelled by the force of the explosion. Using its magic, the mechanical unicorn grabbed its back legs and pulled against the direct

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.-Joseph Addison Where does a world come from when it is born? What god decides when to create a new reality? Why would they do it? Is it merely on a whim? To exercise their powers lest they become forgotten? Or maybe they wish to tell stories? To bring to life some desire or dream? Then who are we, subjects of these gods, but an audience, or the actors? Deep in the Royal Vaults, a dusty glass case sat among centuries worth of junk.

I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go And help us be wise, in the times we don't know Let this be our prayer, when we lose our grace Lead us to the place, guide us with your strength, to a place where we will be safe