This story is a sequel to Rebirth of Dawn

The night is cold, the morning come, a question answered.

What do you see in the Moonrise?

An in-depth examination of applying one world's lore to a new setting. Expect the phrases Paracausal and Space Magic to be abundant, and a repository of general "ideas" somehow merging into something with substance. This is one of many answers to the question "What would happen if the Traveller entered the system housing our little ponies?" In standard form, expect lots of world building and character. In fact, once I have the first four chapters up, you my faithful readers will be answering a very important question for the protagonist. "What is your name?"

And yes, I will explain what Paracausal actually means before this is all done.

The world's changed since Harmony broke, and the Megacorps have risen. One mare, one Runner, finds a job too valuable to pass up. Its a simple job, a milk run: Jack into the Matrix of Fillydelphia, and follow the signs. Sometimes street legends make rookie mistakes. Tonight was one of them. And its just going to get more interesting from here.

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This one is a personal favorite of mine. I've always enjoyed cyberpunk, and always played a Decker in Shadowrun (even when they made any slot with a commlink a hacker in 4th edition,) so I had to do my own take on the setting at some point. After all, the setting is probably the best part of Shadowrun. This is a fairly straight crossover with some twists, if you're familiar with Shadowrun you'll probably be able to make most of the connections the moment they're presented. We really need more Shadowrun crossovers on here. Hope you all enjoy!

This is a compilation of three pieces I've written, partially to work through the word count limitations Fimfiction insists on. Each is, to put it honestly, a story written for a character's backstory: Chosen Heart, Blindfire, and Collelia. But each is also a very personal piece, and each is experimental in their own ways. I hope you enjoy.

The first is a piece depicting a crystal pony mare following the return of the Empire, struggling with her life after Sombra's enslavement of her homeland and being plucked from time. This is not a happy story, possibly not even fully coherent. This is a story of gray, of color washed from the world, and of how one small thing can touch the hearts of those we may never even know. This is a story where the end is the beginning.

The second is a piece depicting a blind zebra stallion soon after his life came crashing down. A journey to the land of Equestria gone afoul, a lifetime's wandering come to a turning point as a lifetime ends. This is a tale of grief, of sorrow, and of hope. It is one of my more unique stories, as its written entirely through monologue and stream of consciousness thought. At no point is there narration in this story. This is a story where the end is the beginning.

The last is a story of ascension told many years and lives past, of a legend who walks the world with cinders at her hooves. This is the tale of an epic war, a struggle for survival, and of the sacrifice of a single mare. Of Entropy's cold embrace, and of the mare who sacrificed all she was in Devotion to those she loved. A mare who, many years and lives later, would write her legend in liquid adamantine. This is a story where the end is the beginning.

What happens when a mare turns herself into a living weapon? A villain is born who struck terror in Equestria's heart, conquered the land, and proved unstoppable until faced with the true magic of Friendship. But she faced Friendship, and though she accepted it she is still a mare feared across the world. What does one do with such a mare? Twilight's answer is simple: Let her fight an army. Its no good to let one's skills dull, after all.

An unrepentant excuse to write Tempest facing down overwhelming numbers. Because I find the idea of someone that flashy and skilled in combat being thrown against ever increasingly ridiculous opponents to be endlessly amusing, and I could use the practice writing fight scenes. If you've ever wanted to see what happens when someone mixes the recent Wonder Woman movie's fight scenes with Devil May Cry level cockiness, come right in.

A teacher stands atop her castle, lost amidst days long past.
A student stands beside her mentor, mired in sleep's tenacious grasp.
As today begins, yesteryear's lessons are revealed.

What do you see in the sunrise?