As the elements were unleashed, the Nightmare knew it was over. But it would not let it's fun end. No, it would not be left behind. It would find another world to bring to ruin. As for the poor sap that was left in It's place? He was going to get blasted, what did it matter what he ended up getting from It?

Cover Image by NetherWalker

Realized there was no link, so I'm adding two, one here and one in the chapter. After the events of Don't Underestimate the Power of a Bored Mare , the juicy bits that I cant put in a T fic: Defining Love

Edit: I swear, half of you are uncultured heathens. The thing in the image with the Nightmare's hair is a substitute doll

Lyra, a simple pony with simple dreams. Dreams involving aliens, that is. Her fascination with them even got her a job dealing with them, though no one takes it seriously. Lyra hopes to one day be able to meet one, she just needs to believe.

In comes a human, whom mysteriously gets transported to Equestria. It's up to Lyra to show the alien the ways of her people! The power of friendship, magic, and hugs await her on this strange adventure.

"Ponykind must have run out of colours when they finally got to this pony. Everything from his mane to his ass was all seven colours of gloom and doom. He was so dark and brooding he probably ate glittery emos and shat vampire bats.” - Quote of the Week

1000 years the ponies have prayed for a saviour to deliver them, whether it was their long lost sun goddess Celestia, or even Nightmare Moon, maybe even the chaos lord Discord, anypony! After suffering under the yoke of a tyrant god for so long, they decided any saviour will do, even a dark demonic overlord. One unicorn sorceress finally decides to take matters into her own hooves. She sets out to the frozen ruins of a long lost Empire in the Crystal Mountains bearing a grand sacrifice of 1000 ponies in an attempt to summon the dark demonic overlord of the Crystal Empire.

When the dark ritual turned up a blank, the universe decides to shuffle in the next best thing. Will he rise up to the expectations of his newfound flock? He'd better, and quickly, for the tyrant god's inquisition is out to get him and the 1000 'blasphemers' involved in his summoning. With a nation to build and an evil tyrant god to fight, never has there been a taller order to fill. But it's alright, he's a dark demonic overlord, right? He quickly finds that with some smokes and mirrors and the help of 1000 very magical ponies, anyone can look the part, even an entirely magic-inert pizza delivery dude.

Now a long-haul fic! Many thanks to everyone who convinced me to make this a reality!

Many many thanks to the Editing team, Dumbgamer99, Not A Hat, and Brad The Brony. Be sure to thank them by checking out their pages!

Our lovable number one overdude assistant, Crystal Heart, now has a musical theme, aptly titled 'Dual Core A.I.', kindly provided by AdmiralTigerclaw! Epic now comes in an entirely new flavour! Many thanks!

Somebody kindly messaged me and told me I should announce here that the story was featured from 27 - 30th of April. I completely missed that but many thanks for making that possible, everyone!

Cover Art: Placeholder drawn by me. Will be a background for a full cover at some point.

(A comic adaptation exists for this story! Check it out here!)

On foggy Manehattan nights, when when the clinging humidity can be seen clearly by the beams of streetlights, The Bluesmare's song rises from everywhere, drawing the soul inexorably to it.

One dirty white horse, on a errand of penance and mercy, gleams past the street-trotters at the witching hour. Following the blighted dirt of her shortened path, she commits herself to one final act of redemption, for good or for ill.

This is her brief story.

(The song, Goodnight, Somepony featured in this tale is an homage to the song Goodnight, My Someone from the Broadway production "The Music Man", originally written and composed by Robert Meredith Willson in 1957. The lyrics of the song in this story are intentionally different from the song upon which it is based.)

Grim Rune had lost everything that defined him as a pony of privilege when an attack by changelings left him without a home. With his village and possibly parents gone forever and no help from the Princesses; he'll have little choice but to venture out into the world to make his own way.
Handicapped (Hoof-i-capped?) spiritually and physically; Rune begins his journey towards enlightenment.
There is hope that he gains a real education of the world that is not always in black and white nor night and day, but will the revelations and meaning of friendship be enough to save him from the dark path he travels?

His magic sure hopes not but Equestria better sure hope so.

First fic so constructive criticism is welcomed. Please excuse any poor grammar; I really did try my best.