Finished. It's nearly finished, now.

After the world, there are two ponies. One who sits and watches. One who comes and goes. They cannot leave each other, but they cannot stay in one place together. One works towards some last great mystery, and the other explores the darkness outside. But they never leave.

Twilight Sparkle is going to do the impossible. Again. And she knows that she will be successful, because she has already done it.

Loosely inspired by Endgame, by Samuel Beckett

This story is a sequel to Starlit Knights

Equestria has fallen to Ragnarok and Hell has flooded the world, leaving few survivors. But the souls of the dead linger, and Luna and Scrivener Blooms have been tasked to gather the lost Pales and aid in guiding them to the new world for a chance at rebirth and reclaiming what was lost. But more and more, the greatest threats the two ponies have to face are not monsters outside... but the transformation going on inside them both, urged on by both the influence of Hell and a terrible mastermind whose machinations continue to live on even after his death.

A dark exploration of Luna and Scrivener's psychology, mixed with the horrors of surviving literal Hell, intense action, and Norse mythos.

The fourth story of the Nátta Edda, and the beginning of the Iðavöll Trilogy.

"A spell that makes destiny less demanding on the caster, and makes your own choices become more prominent." It sounded perfect. Just what Princess Twilight Sparkle needed.

Ponyville didn’t need her, not really. She just needed a respite, however small. If she had to use magic, then so be it.

She took a deep breath and let her magic focus. She lifted her head, closed her eyes, and pushed more magic into the spell. It felt like teleporting.

No Sad or Tragedy tag, but may contain Existentialism.

Thanks to Yami Vizzini, RK Striker JK 5, Unknownlight and Connelly for prereading. A big thanks to Nonagon for editing and plot/pacing assistance.

This story is a sequel to If You Came to Conquer

Princess Nightmare Moon had tried to keep it secret. She had suppressed her power, feigned ignorance, played the outdated fool at every opportunity. She should have known that something like this would happen. A threat that would reveal her, whether she played dumb or not.

If she had to reveal herself, then at least she could protect Equestria in the process. She nocked the arrow. The bow felt so flimsy, but she could not risk him absorbing a spell. She laced magic across the arrow and the string and the air, enough to make it fly faster and aim smoother. She sighted him easily; Tirek was a large target. Now he only had to turn around. An arrow to the spine would kill him simply and instantly, no matter how much magic he had absorbed.

Once he was dead, the hard part would come: explaining herself to Celestia.

Prereading thanks; Meta Four, Blank!, Yami Vizzini, and especially Craine

Russian translation by Doof
Chinese Translation by Dreams Set Free

Comments contain spoilers.

Equestrian history books are bathed in lies. Then again, that statement is incorrect. Equestrian history books are incomplete. They don't tell of everything Equestria did to get where it was today. They don't tell of the assassinations, the cover ups, the proxy wars, the uprisings and rebellions that were crushed before they could even start, the secret agreements, and most importantly,the very group that was responsible for all of these. Who is this group? That's a simple answer. We, are the Solar Cross. And you might ask how, how have we remained a secret for so long? Again, a simple answer. It is because of the one we serve. It is because of none other than Princess Celestia herself.

In life, we can only truly trust what our senses tell us, but what if our senses are wrong? When does the real world end, and fantasy begin? And when do they bleed into the other?

Dramatic Reading by Scarlett Blade: here

When it snows...

Fluttershy offers to take Big Macintosh in for the night when he is seen walking home in a merciless blizzard. As the night rolls on, petty and friendly conversation turns into a deep, inner meaning for one another.

Two-dimensional. You’d think being flat would be fun, right? Wrong. It’s the worst existence imaginable, if you can even call it existing. I think I’m going insane.

Minuette sits outside, sipping tea and waiting for something. This is about to become the best day of her life. She knows it, and yet she doesn't.