Friendship Letters

Cast your mind back several years, for this is where our story begins. It has been only months since her love was locked away in stone, and Mirror is restless, even as she walks the path she has marked out on a map. This path would lead her to an ingredient she believed may be essential to healing the wounds that had brought her to cast the stone sleep spell upon Blind Faith. Walking felt so slow. Each step seemed so much shorter than she would have liked, and she longed to run, as she had at ...

Hearing about Prince Dusk Shine made Lesa think back to the day when she was his assistant, she was twenty-one years of age when she met Dusk for the first time. Without any doubt that stallion loved his books. He did have quite a collection of books in his library all nicely organized. How did Lesa become Dusk's assistant? You would think he wouldn't need one because he already had one his trustworthy dragon assistant. She didn't use her charm or her looks nor did she use her knowledge, she was...

"Arold!....Arold! ....Arold you shouldn't go against the Dark Leader!" "Mhm...." A quick open of the eyes seemed to be the first action taken by the Nightmare Spirit. The Nightmare Spirit of Artemis himself. A spirit with power and control. A being of pure danger. One that would normally be doing his current night job. The job of dream jumping and eliminating terrible dreams from sleepers without any of them being the wiser. However....that's not what he was doing. That's not where he was goi...

None would have dared notice the disappearance of the occasional castle staff member, for the fear of meeting a similar fate, and certainly they didn't ask why they'd been promoted to a role that had been filled for years. This meant that the maids, the cooks, even the guards, all kept to themselves. It made for a very lonely castle, and was lonelier still for Blind Faith. She'd once been the general of the queen's personal guard. When she lost her vision to an injury in combat, she was given...

Obsilion sat out in front of a tunnel, panting heavily as he sat against a tree. He is pretty much soaked in sweat and is nearing dehydration. There is something strange about the tunnel that he is sitting in front of. The tunnel appears to have been freshly carved. Not only that, but there is some blood splattered here and there. The way the tunnel was carved made it seem like someone was punching or kicking the rock away. Obsilion would continue to sit against the tree, panting heavily. His a...

The late summer heat was bearing down, rendering many to seek the shelter of their homes as soon as they could, surrounded by fans, air conditioning, or even pools if they were so lucky. However, being deep in the Everfree did have one good thing going for it. The trees blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving the forest floor cool and calm, albeit a bit damp in some places. Light filtered through the green leaves, allowing small spears of sun to pierce through to the ground. Spirit sucked ...

These past weeks have began to blend together. Throughout my current rule over half the Kingdom, it seems trouble finds ways to arrive at my Castle doors. Brother isn't giving up is he? Course he isn't. He was always stubborn. Stubborn in his ideals. Stubborn in his agreements to Father. Traitor. Backstabber. All titles he claims me to be. But, I'm not the one that was pushing his only sibling aside. I wasn't the one that was going on about building a Kingdom in 'my' image. It wasn't only about ...

(this is part of the new time line that happens if Crimson stop the 20 year into the future one from happening) Polo kick down the front door of a building as Darker simply levitated Polo then fling him across the room and said "I don't even miss fighting you, all i care about is benefiting my employees and having a healthy wage to live on and i heard my grandson has decrees the minimum wage, remove the health care plan for each race to benefit and make this place a joke for all of those...

Spirit’s eyes shot open. A cold sweat broke against her brow. She slowly moved herself up to a sitting position on her small cot, resting a hoof against her face. She didn’t know why she woke up. It must have just been another nightmare. Though usually she remembered them, this one slipped through her memory like sand through a sieve. She inhaled slowly, and exhaled again. It was fine. She was fine. She just needed to try and get back to sleep. A sound. Glass cracking? What… was that? He...

*If you haven't read the first part I would suggest reading that one first. Its titled "Found" Dragonfly would jolt away and shake his head, slinging water all over the metal floor and walls. He would try to move but found himself restrained to a pipe connected to the wall. He looked around and found two stallions standing in front of him, both in uniforms he couldn't identify and masks that covered their faces. One had an empty bucket beside him that looked like it was holding water, water ...

It isn't often that a story ends with the death of its protagonist, at least not the stories sung by the bards or written in the common books. This one proved to be no different. However, unlike the other stories, this wasn't the tale of one born with great power tearing down the evil of their homeland, nor that of a simple commoner rising and winning against the otherwise impossible. This is the story of one who has done nothing but flee. And flee he did. ...

Guard duty. One of the most boring states of being in the history of the world, Carmine thought. Perhaps it was only slightly better than book sorting, but at least book sorting didn't involve long-winded lectures by his partner for the day. Glorious Valor, a squeaky-clean pegasus with an otherworldly regal air about him. Everything about him said "I know better than you," from the booming way his voice carried his virtues, to his color scheme reminiscent of a paladin's armor. Valor's pristine...

So, every day, I wake up at 6. Doesn't matter how long I slept last night, always 6. I got like, 3 hours'a sleep, but it's cool - that's what coffee's fer. I untangle myself from Gray without wakin'im up 'n slip outta bed - we cuddled last night, like always. Good frickin' stuff! (Don't tell anyone I said that though, he gets real embarassed about it.) I grab my bag off the floor, and head ta the kitchen. Gotta have a good breakfast. While the coffee brews, I whip up some eggs 'n toast fer my...

mission log number: 2,137 location: pastel horse world subject: depress horse ...

(I just wanted to share a list I made recently describing the differences between my OC Prince Glaciem and some of the canonical cast of the show. If you see any I left out and want to see included feel free to leave a comment." Princess Celestia: Prince Glaciem *A Princess *A Prince *A psudo Mother *A Psudo Father ...

Canterlot was quiet in the heat of the day. The sun reflected and refracted off the white stone buildings, causing the cobble streets to be nearly unwalkable surfaces. But Spirit didn’t mind this. She’d felt worse, for sure. She had something much more important to deal with than nurse burned hooves today, after all. And she knew she’d not be on the stone for long. She would pause outside of the gate that she needed, before sucking in a deep breath. Canterlot Hills Cemetery. Soon, her hoo...

Name: Stardusk Strider Age: 10 The first night out and about in such a long time. The stallion was beginning to give up the idea of ever seeing the outside world ever again. Of course, it's not how he would have liked to see it: It's the dead of night (around 2 AM), with the streets barren as all the ponies have sheltered up for their rest. This is quite the opposite for his clan, however, as they are most active in the night, to work on keeping the peace in the later hours. He could not re...

1. If you unplug their game or interrupt them during a very special moment in their game, they have every absolute right to beat your ass. 2. Touch their games and break them, you pay more than what it costs. (Because all that data will be lost and it HURTS to do that shit all over again. 3. ALWAYS ASK for their permission if you would like to play. Thats it, keep these rules in mind at all times.

Long ago, before the formation of a unifying government, pony folk lived in small kingdoms scattered across the land. These kingdoms were overseen by those who possessed strong magical artifacts, particularly protective ones. Power of the artifact translated exactly to power for the owner and thusly to control of those with lesser magics. As one could rightly assume this lead not infrequently to tyrannical rulers who isolated those under their command, lest they be swayed to the side of a compet...

It had been a problem for quite some time. Something was in these woods, other than Spirit. Another hunter. But not one that deserved the title. Spirit had found bodies of creatures within the woods. Some monstrous and others… not so much. Dryads, and Timberwolves lay among Blight and Void. And as if killing them wasn’t enough, they always seemed…. Almost mutilated. Light slashes marking out letters and runes. A thousand cuts. The battlefield around them seemed only slightly scuffed, like ...

(warning that nobody reads bla bla bla) some weird thing happen, then nothing like come on this lore is worst then what anything i can come up with and am the one who made the lore. sort paragraph worth of lore that nobody will read because it's boring and also there just a clown in a chair drinking from a water bottle for some reason. cloud just being angry at this point because he just is and also he own a laser that turn out to be nothing but, a simply cardboard cutout of a laser pointer b...

Torch turns on her phone's screen, navigating to Snapchat. It's one of her favorite things to do, posting videos. She gets a lot of replies that way. It's nice talking to her friends. The camera turns on, aimed at herself, and she slowly comes into focus, blue sky framing her yellow mane. ...

The siren blares, deafening the sounds of hurrying hoofsteps clacking across a freshly polished tile. Young Cynbel at the ripe age of eleven, was running for his dear life while he wore a tattered black robe. He heard the various shouts, all demanding for the young alchemist's apprehension, but as he bolted past the door, he heard their increased panic. A crossbow bolt flung past him, embedding itself into a steel door that bent into a turn. "Shoot to kill!" one of them cried. Cynbel was soo...