Topic: dark

Your Majesty, I write again, though I know you asked for patience. I promise I am trying. But the shadows have changed again. Not simply absent, now — When I walk through the marketplace, I see shapes where shadows be still. A pony stands at a stall, perfectly motionless, but their shadow , as if turning its head to look behind itself. ...

Envoy Ambient Waves Her Radiant Highness Princess Acallia, Zephyr Kingdom Your Highness, I believe I must amend my previous report. This morning, Ponyville seemed perfectly ordinary. The streets were lively, the weather agreeable, the ponies cheerful. I felt almost embarrassed recalling what I had written before. But by evening, the familiarity had thinned again. I can’t describe it well. There are sounds that should always be present — hooves on the road, insects at dusk, distant conversa...

I’ve read your reply again and again, trying to find comfort in your certainty... in the promise that '', that what we see are only tricks of light. But with respect, how can you say that? You wrote that you’ve “” and that we cannot rule him out. I wish that made me feel safer, but it only deepens the unease. If even you must turn to him for counsel, what are we facing? And if it truly were his doing, would it feel like this? Discord’s chaos laughs... this is silence. He breaks patterns with ...

I know everypony is tired of hearing about “the Dash Event,” but I can’t stop thinking about what I saw tonight. Nothing spectacular happened...no lights, no thunder...just a feeling that the world has started to slip. It began at Sugarcube Corner. I stopped by after dusk; the lamps inside were warm and steady, the air smelled of cinnamon. Pinkie handed me a slice of cake and said, “Morning’s almost here!” I laughed because it was clearly past eight in the evening. But when I glanced at the...

Moondancer died today.  It wasnt much of a suprise. She was only holding on by a thread, being a centurian does that to the regular ponies.  . ...

Scars. Memories of a past that are often hidden. Weakness to some, strength to others. "I promise you, this is the place. I don't want to die, and I don't want to be asked more questions. I made a promise, I show you where they are, you leave me alone, and I won't return to their ways. I hated it anyways..." the mare whispered, keeping herself hidden behind a bush. This mare was the same that Rosa had questioned before, and with a nod from the aforementioned mare, the ex-Phoenix took off into ...

Adherence is a curse. Adherence is a blight in the form of addiction. An addiction that when played out screams in the face of those that follow its dark definition. Adherence, over all else, is a word- but words have power. A vocal call, a spell, a command that is conjured up through the voice. ...