This story, and the Kirin Chronicles as a whole, are being rewritten and published as a new story due to the size of the adjustments.

Part I of the Kirin Chronicles
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It's Twilight Sparkle's coronation day. She's ready to go, all dolled up by Rarity, and the three Princesses await her okay on the spell. She nods. Their horns light, and a deep warmth spreads through her. She closes her eyes.

"Nn- Twilight!"

Her eyes open. Spike, running towards her. His claw brushes the magical aura surrounding her. A roll of thunder echoes, and he is thrown against the wall. The magic surrounding her rises in turmoil, battering and burning, and it's all she can do to stay awake. It ends with a snap, dropping her to the plush ground in a heap. The Princesses are crying, Spike is unconscious, and Twilight... Twilight is no longer a petty Unicorn.

But she's not much of an Alicorn either.

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Initially featured from February 8th, 2013 - February 11th, 2013.
Part II of the Kirin Chronicles
Part III of the Kirin Chronicles

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

Hundreds of years in the future, Equestria has become a literal power bar, supplying safe energy to all neigh-bouring countries and to its' own citizens. Of course, like any deal, there are two parts to it. The normal pony simply received bright nights and some extra energy on the side. And then you can become a Wired. Being Wired has some great bonuses; you never have to pay for energy and you get as much as you want, as well as moving up into the Skyline Sector in Canterlot. Your ID is in your coding, and you're granted instant access to any place you're old enough to enter.

But being a Wired has one simple, drastic drawback. At any given time, you can lose control.

The Wireds are named that because they are Wired into the defenses of Equestria. If there is a threat, the electric nodes in any Wired's neck teleport them into the throes of conflict. A Wired is, in essence, a tool for Equestria's survival.

Equestria's going to need them pretty soon.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

A thousand years ago, a pony was swallowed by darkness.
A thousand years ago, a Princess was left an orphan by a shadowed King.
A thousand years ago, an Empire was swallowed by the Arctic ice.
A thousand years ago, a Princess played with her foalsitter in the safety of the Crystal Castle.
A thousand years have passed.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

Chrysalis failed. The hive was attacked, destroyed completely. She barely escaped with her life. Luckily, another life escaped with her. Maybe this little hatchling can show her what it truly means to love.

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Mild swearing, some mildly graphic description.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

I don't know why I can't get up. I used to play this game every night when she got home. She would laugh, I would get up, and we would go make a snack. But we're both crying this time, her hooves in my mane, and I can't get up. I can just think, about all those days it took for me to get here, all my days of racing in the rain.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

Time Turner has disregarded his haunting dreams of stone angels and blue boxes in order to settle down with the mare of his dreams. Only when he looses what he holds most dear will he realize that his dreams mean something much, much more...

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Note: This is tagged as a Crossover, however my knowledge of Doctor Whooves is slim and characters will no doubt act oddly. I blame it on the ponyverse.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

I cannot believe I found this. I lost it so long ago... a thousand years ago. When I returned, and heard there was a flood, I... I thought I'd lost all the tales of these lands. Perhaps I should record these somewhere else, in the minds of hundreds... yes. I shall.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

Princess Luna is isolated in Canterlot Castle.

She is always alone during the hours of the night, her only companions the cat-eyed guards that stand stoic at each doorway. She longs for company through each passing night, and knows in her heart that a much simpler life would fit her better. Deciding to wander the world for a night, Luna leaves the castle.

Trixie Lulamoon is rejected by high and low society.

She is always alone as she travels between shows, her only companions the passing winds. She longs for company through each passing failure, and knows in her heart that she was destined for greatness. Deciding to try again in Canterlot, Trixie sets off to try and make it by sunrise.

Destiny has played its' hand.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

The explosion is over. The wedding is salvaged. Canterlot is back to normal.

And one, single, insignificant Changeling thinks about just how well everything went.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **

I have been told that, at one point, there was color in this world. That the borders of our populace were not marked with deep trenches and walls of fog. That all races lived together, in harmony.

This is the fault of Him. He was the one who changed our lands.

But... He vanished. A thousand years into this limbo, when the sun and the moon vanished from the sky. That was when the last of the rebels vanished as well, eight ponies who had stood against him.

I will challenge the Eight to their honor, find Him and face Him. He will fall, and the world will become pristine again.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **