I can't remember how long I've been alive. I can't remember my birthday. I don't even know my own name. I'd like to think I had a family... but I'm not sure. All these things are meant to be important to me, things I was never supposed to forget, and yet, I have. I have taken shelter in an old castle, in a forgotten city. I do not know why I'm writing this. I suppose just to keep myself sane, but perhaps keeping a record of my activities will help me piece together what happened to the world.

A/N: This is Celestia's immortality, taken to its logical (in my mind) conclusion.

Special thanks to my editors FanNotANerd and Rainbowloyalty

A story of romance, affection, right, and wrong. A stallion named Braeburn will find where he truly belongs.

The world coltcuddler has been floating around the town of Appleloosa as of late, and it always comes around to the earth pony named Braeburn, who himself has since denied any accusations, despite the townsfolk's disbelief, harsh words, and actions toward him. Three months is a long time to go without a single friend in sight....

Denial is a new word however, and the the strange light blue pegasus named Soarin decided to use this when Braeburn insisted he wasn't interested in colts after meeting in a bar. The pegasus doesn't say where he's from or why he is passing by, accoring to him, he only wanted apples, and is now expecting a one sided promised date from the earth pony!

The truth soon falls into place, and Braeburn is faced with one of the hardest things anypony has ever done. Facing the truth as the war in his head between right and wrong rage on.

All he wanted was a drink...

A tad fluffy, but there is plot somewhere... trust me...