A sneak preview.

So I do have about half of my next story written. The next part might take a little bit longer to do, but I figured that I would at the very least give you a little taste of what is to come.

Luna was standing slightly off centre of a large chalk circle that had been drawn on the floor, as the center was taken up by a dark stone plinth. It quite clear to Celestia that this was a ritual of some description, though she could not clearly identify what it was meant to do, but nothing about it, from the location (the heart of Canterlot, a city practically steeped in light magic) to the reagents (typical of light, or neutral magic) suggested to her that the ritual was dark, or even particularly dangerous.