Four years ago Vinyl and Octavia broke up. It was messy, painful and left scars on both of them. Four years on, now one of the most successful DJs in Equestria’s history, Vinyl receives news that Octavia has been in a terrible accident. The doctors say she may never recover from her coma, but Vinyl refuses to believe them. There are all sorts of stories about coma patients who are brought back by the voice of someone they care about, right? No matter what anypony else says, offers or threatens, and no matter what it costs her personally or professionally, she is determined to stay by Octavia’s side and do all she can to wake her.

But four years is a long time, and no matter how many fairytales end with the princess waking up, real life owes no-one a happy ending.

Featured on EQD - 3rd August 2013

Now with a fabulous dramatic reading by the even more fabulous Goombasa!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Fire Cracker tries to live through slavery in the Crystal Empire. While she also joins a group of rebels with a plan that may not only risk her life, but the other citizens as well.

Cover art by Jacob Bading

A crystal pony thinks back to the time before King Sombra's reign, when he was a normal and she was his very special somepony.

Rated teen for suggested violence.

Pinkamena Diane Pie, long-time server of Equestria's military, has spent years awaiting the day that Sombra would be defeated. Time after time she watched him, avoiding their attacks and never gaining a scratch.

In the midst of battle, she decides to leave one for him to remember her by.

Proofread and edited by: Note Sketch
Art by: konik006(derpibooru)(deviantart)

Again, special thanks for Note Sketch and Azure_Shadow for pre-reading this fic and helping me get it done~

A thousand cries struggle in silence as the wind takes the breath away. A lake of ruby red covers gray stone as the spark there did lay. Our eyes had bore, our ears had heard, yet our mouths dare not speak for the wind had stolen our strength and fire, leaving us frail and weak.

Dramatic Reading done by Rakkit Brony: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEoo_189Rtw