Spike tells Twilight the news about Thorax's current condition.

She finds it baffling.

What would you do if you've never truly lived your life?

How would one tell between a dream and reality?

I'll add tags as I go. Writing this was a completely new experience.

Pre-read by: Undead Equestrian Writer, Dreadnought, DeejayShuffle, lunarderpy1, Dire Hawk, BattleScarredPony, and German Empireball.

Cover art by me using a stock RD cutie mark and a crapton of filters in PDN. (Sorry, no crazy gradients this time!)

Not to be confused with a much, much older story by the same name. The author of that one hasn't been on for a pretty long time, but better safe than sorry.

King Sombra has a problem. A Twilight Sparkle shaped problem. The evil ruler of the Crystal Kingdom is about to be overthrown unless he can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

Seven days of keeping Twilight at bay. What's the worst that can happen?

All he has to lose is his self-respect and dignity...

The Elements of Harmony are borne still, but their original carriers are long gone.
All except one. Twilight Sparkle has lived for a millennium. And she has spent almost all of it alone.
But the memories of her friends still live on - on the distant hill where her friends lie, in Twilight's heart... in her photographs.

Cover art - http://manglefoxfnaf2.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Sparkle-Sad-527402463