Lore

A few months ago, an epic battle took place between good and evil. The battle took place in a world filled with darkness and powerful dark magic, a world filled with terrifying creatures who lurked in the shadows, waiting for their prey. Anyone who was either gifted, born, or touched by dark magic would eventually end up here in this dangerous world, but the terrifying creatures who lurked in the shadows weren't the problem here; there was another creature who was far more dangerous, and his nam...

[Quick note, this chapter is in 3rd Person. It will remain this way from here on out.] The ground was clear. The remaining speckles of blood scattered across the fallen leaves and branches. A broken gauntlet lay beside a magical artifact that shimmered with an evaporating energy. Two mares lay entangled with each other on the dirt, one with her thestral wings pressed back against a fallen tree. The other laying on her lap, eyes scanning the sky above. "I'm sorry." Camille's ears twitched as...

"Mother? What would you describe to be a good decision vs a bad decision?" "Brother and I were trotting back to the Castle, whereas on the way, we stumbled upon a Noble colt getting bullied by what appeared to be his classmates who were also from Noble families given the school uniforms. He was being teased and pushed around as they taunted him in a circle. I simply observed, finding it soon to be none of my concern as I have no relation to those ponies. Brother, however, took action, stepping ...

—————————[MANEHATTAN POLICE STATION. PRECINCT #5. 2:53 PM.]------------------------ We arrive at a familiar scene. Familiar to me, at least. I hear the clatter of the moving gate, the comments from the others in their cells. We go past the hallway, down to the room where I see my supposed client in with two other ponies. A mare and a stallion. I recognize the mare immediately, Chief Xenon. Despite her odd name, she’s very plain looking. Dirty blond mane all tied up in a neat, professional bun, ...

Blood is thicker than water. The full quote reads, “the blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb” and is rather misrepresented. In this case, however, the shortened version is the more apt choice. This is the case of Winter Rose, better known as Blind Faith, whose loyalty is swayed in the passing of a strong breeze. She longs to be better than she is, yet falls short of every opportunity that might make it so. At this moment in time, her fickle nature has lead her to a high sec...

It had been a long day for Silver. Getting back into her career as a flight racer was a long process and a lot of publicity, this meant enduring interviews and tackling questions that she would not find very appealing. Alas, that is what it was if she were to become a coach or even reignite the passion of racing herself in the lower divisions of the leagues, not pleasant stuff. These requirements to fulfil were what had her out of place. The mare at home left pacing back and forth as her mind ...

Torch slams the bathroom door shut and locks herself inside. She tosses her bag to the floor and lays down, sobbing. It's been a rough day. She just lost one of her long-time friends. "Why can't life be FAIR?" She yells at the toilet, hitting herself in the head a couple times. "Life's never been fair." Comes a voice above her. She looks up to see Gray standing over her. ...

(Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are exaggerated actions and views of what my Character views them as, as well as what they think the actions of them would be. This is in no way myself speaking or claiming to know how your character acts or would act. If your characters are mentioned, note that I don't claim to these actions to be Canon nor possible. This is all simple deception and theory to drive a story narrative for my Character) The night is upon me. The sounds of darkness are back to...

The child cries, but nobody hears. The child is hungry. Mother said dinner would be ready a long time ago. ...

Faith tapped four spots on the desk, watched a slot roll open, and put the parchment she'd been writing on inside. It slid smoothly back into place with a click at the same time as she stood up. Her wings clicked, too, when she stretched them out, and she noticed that it was dark outside the window, which struck her as odd. It struck her as odd because Mirror wasn't home yet. For twelve years, Mirror had been devoted entirely to Faith. She had come to their clearing each day, had read to her, h...