This story is a sequel to Recollections of a Nightmare

Rarity is trapped in a nightmare she cannot escape. The rooms of Carousel Boutique stretch on forever, and something dark and slithering dogs her footsteps. Where is Sweetie Belle?

A sequel to Seer's Recollections of a Nightmare written for the Quills and Sofa's 'Expanding Universes' contest.

Discord's newfound desire for friendship has forced him to give up a lot, including his freedom to wreak havoc as he pleases. That's fine, but as the Spirit of Chaos, he has to balance the books. Order must also be made to pay a price, and that price is the Loom of the Fates.

Part of the Borderworld.

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A hateful serpent lying in wait.
An alicorn underneath the churning waves.
A cowardly king who saw the face of death.
An ancient wizard past his prime.
Two fillies lost in a world, responsibility thrust onto them.
A drakoness with the world taken from her.

An ancient force as old as Life seeks to enact his vengeance on the world, empowered by the tensions building in the land, people at odds with one another and each kingdom on edge. A young drakoness is the victim of his bloody crusade, fueling her on a single-minded path to vengeance.

She must fight against an omnipotent foe with impossible odds stacked against her, while not losing herself as a person in her journey. She is Tempest - and this is her story.

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Power that the world had not seen in an eternity tore the lands apart.

In the distance, the dragons began to roar.

In the distance, bells began to ring.

And deep below stirred the Queen of Storms.

Spike is her number-one assistant and that will never change. Even in her becoming a greater princess he has not failed in that role.

Isn't it odd how a dragon can compensate for a castle?

Twilight discovers his secret... and must save him from it.

All are condemned either to a passion or an obsession.

[Cover by Iloota | ID: 2333913]

This story follows When Legends Meet, but it can also stand alone nicely.

Twilight has been struggling for weeks with the question of her own immortality.

With all other avenues of data-gathering seemingly exhausted, she asks Discord.

It’s the only logical thing to do, really. But only time will tell if it is wise.

(Chronology Note: This story takes place a little over a week after Equestria Mares: The Secret Apprentice of Princess Celestia.)

(Part of the Elsequestria Continuity.)

(This timeline continues in How About Because I Love You.)

Dedicated to the memory of MythrilMoth.

During Discord's reign of terror, he stops by to torment a certain unicorn DJ.

How would a being like Discord want to be remembered after he's gone? Well, if you're curious, he did actually write a will. To the surprise of nobody, its contents are bizarre and mildly disturbing.

Part of the Borderworld.

Now with audio readings by NDLMongoose and MelancholyIguana.

John is alone on this world and has not seen a single soul in a long time. His only companions have been the ghosts only he can hear. Driven by guilt, he goes from town to town, searching and doing the only thing he can do:

Give the dead their final rest.

Discord once gave him a gift. It was given in grief. John has yet to understand what this gift means. He has lost track of time and madness and sanity wage a constant war in his mind.

For John, the greatest terror in his heart is facing the Goddesses.

He's about to meet one of them.

Why do ponies dream? Why do we all seem to dream the same dreams?

What if we started to dream new things?

Discord said he wanted to make our dreams more interesting. Add some spice to our boring nocturnal lives. Nothing dangerous – just a bit of excitement to talk about in the mornings.

"Stop worrying so much, Twilight Sparkle," he said. "After all, dreams never hurt anypony."

How I wish he’d been right.

Gold Medalist in the Under the Sun Writeoff Event.

Now with Russian translation, courtesy of Cloud Ring! https://darkpony.space/the-archetypist-1/

The statue lies in the royal gardens, the statue representing the disharmony between ponies. Some say it was a representation of a creature that rampaged thousands of years ago. Others say it was somepony who ran afoul of the princesses.
Some say it would be alive.
Especially since deep in the night, the statue cries.

This is its story, its tale of how the stone would be much more of just a barrier preventing escape.
Even once it escapes its imprisonment, the statue will cry on.