A millenium in exile on the Moon took its toll on Princess Luna's memory. When she was restored by the Elements of Harmony, not every single memory was returned perfectly intact to her. A select few - the most guarded - were left where she had placed them centuries ago, locked away deep within the realms of her mind, while others returned in tattered shards, too incomprehensible to understand. On one very specific night, Luna discovers the fragment of a peculiar unicorn horn impaled in the snow. When she makes contact with the faded being residing within, the last remnants of the unicorn known as Sombra, these guarded and errant memories from a thousand and one winters ago suddenly return to her.

Everything becomes clear again. An Empire on the brink of destruction, peril, moments of great joy and sadness, love, betrayal, sinister Nightmare forces, and a would-be king whose fall help set yet another of equal tragedy in motion.

A first person, dual-narrative account of the final weeks leading up to the Crystal Empire's fateful disappearance, the coronation and downfall of Sombra, and the rise of Nightmare Moon.

The Mane Six have just defeated Discord...or so they think. He disappeared and has since now returned with a new force of five villains from other worlds calling themselves the Elements of Chaos. Their intent: challenge the Elements of Harmony and harness Equestria's magic for their own ends. Can they be stopped? And is everything as it seems?

Grop is your typical giant, one whose average day consists of tending to his favorite mammoths, collecting extortion money peace offerings from farmers, maintaining huge bonfires, and crushing the puny bones of haphazard bandits foolish enough to intrude on his camp to loot his shiny treasure. One particular day, he gets caught in the backwash of two deities' powerful magics, and is teleported to a faraway land across the ocean, a great kingdom populated by sapient talking equines. Upon noticing the change of scenery, with all the world falling into chaos around him, the giant is left with one lingering thought:

"What happened to all my shiny stuff?"

Human tag for brief appearances of some random Elder Scrolls characters.

Banished from Whiterun by Jarl Balgruuf at the High Queen's orders, and after a long voyage across the Sea of Ghosts and the Padomaic Ocean, Heimskr the Doomsayer has suddenly spotted mysterious new land on the horizon.

Equestria's public gathering places may now be under threat from a force far more annoying or foul than Discord, Chrysalis, and Nightmare Moon combined.

The chanting, the accursed, euphoric chanting of the afflicted, it just repeats in a sinister symphony of agonizing repetition... Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!

With an unknown portion of the kingdom in the grips of this mysterious illness, including her own sister, Celestia is left troubled over how to proceed with research.

In the world of the waking, Equis' Sun is as stable and luminous as it has been for the past several billion years. But for Luna in the realm of dreams, the Sun's evolution is accelerating at a runaway pace, with grim implications.

This story is not an accurate reflection our universe's astrophysics or stellar physics by any means.

Shortly after the defeat of Tirek, Princess Celestia began conducting a series of controlled and discreet experiments with a diverse family of potion types, one that allowed their alicorn users to safely witness and analyze events of the past. On the eve of the last of these such trials, a particularly potent potion among the others transports the Princess to a mysterious event far earlier in time than she had originally intended. 50,000 years earlier, in fact.

Now she's in the presence of a group of funny-looking hornless minotaurs wearing business suits.

Forged in fires of magic and charcoal. Worn with pride, damaged in battle after battle in times when ponies were no strangers to war. Repaired again and again. A regal mare's suit of armour tells a small but significant part of her story.

This is quite the tough story to properly tag. Anyhow, despite the title, this story has no relation to the Halo universe. This is a tentative foray into a new form of narrative style on my part, so any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!

Apple bucking is no difficulty to Applejack. It pretty much comes second nature; she could do it in her sleep. However, there comes a time every now and again, when she wished she had a way of getting about from tree to tree and the different groves more quickly, cutting harvesting times in half.

Hearing her mutter one night over sore legs, some benevolent Sky Spirits have decided to answer Applejack's prayers. Their answer just so happens to come soon in the form of three metric tons of polycarbonate titanium.

The tale of the first Hearth's Warming Eve is one steeped in tradition, celebration, and myth. It is a critical piece of Equestria's heritage spanning the centuries; a tale retold time and time again in song, festivals, and plays. However, any shrewd historian understands that folk stories can change dramatically over time. Details are shifted around, names and locations change and evolve with the language, some parts are even forgotten or lost. When a group of modern-day Equestrians unearth something mysterious in the ice, they soon learn the truth of their Kingdom's founding, from a unicorn who witnessed it directly.

Rated 'T' to be on the safe side. Human tag added due to a brief scene in the middle of the story.