Having a morning ritual allows a pony to prepare for the coming day with a minimum of thought, thus freeing their minds to contemplate everything from the past to the future... for some this is less then ideal.

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Editing: Tundara

(9/10 Equestrian Critics Society)

Erebus:

The Sun and Moon no longer shine over the alabaster walls of Canterlot. A darkness long forgotten has begun to seep through the cracks and erode the morality of those it touches. But at the edge of the light there is shadow, holding back the darkness

Episode 1: Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

The Royal Sister Music Hall is reopening after being closed for renovations for almost two years. Everypony whose anypony will be there, including two ponies who haven't shown their faces in Canterlot for nearly a decade. Some scars can be painful no matter how old... others can be down right deadly.

Many thanks to those who helped:

Ponky for helping with the characters, inspiration, and editing.

Steel Wing for editing my mess of words.

Saddlesoapopera for more help with characters

Doomande For constantly putting up with me.

Eventorizon For more help Pre-reading

Awesome art by: Rattlesire

My name is Chronicle. I have been a scribe, an assistant, and a confidant to the Princess; but now I am going blind. The lights in my eyes are slowly fading and I know that my days are coming to an end. As I stare down the darkening tunnel of my future I cannot help but think about the past. I am left with a sense of insignificance. It is not that I regret my life or the choices I have made, but as I look back I am left to wonder at what I leave behind. I am survived by no pony, I have no sisters or brothers, I never married, and children were never even a thought. I leave nothing behind me save for my work; notes, documents, and records compiled and stored surrounded by thousands of others in a vault beneath the castle. Would I even be remembered? So here I sit my final days stretched out before me and all I have to leave is, my life, compressed to the ink stains on so many pages.

(All comments welcome!)

Special thanks to my Editor Inkiepie

Cancelled

It was a dark and stormy night... Wait, no, that's not right... Hold on a second... Ah here we go.

It was just another normal(1) day in the Unseen Library, until L-space opened up and sucked the Librarian into a different universe populated by pastel ponies.

Meanwhile, in a pastel castle on a pastel mountain, three princesses happened to be in the wrong library at the wrong time and, well, I think you see where this is going.

(The author hereby warns the reader that to expect anything approaching a coherent story or plot structure is pure folly... or in his own words. "I'm doing it for the Lolz.")

For your listening pleasure

(This is a comedy story using Discworld and its inhabitants(2) along with Equestria and its inhabitants(3).)

(1) For any given value of 'normal'

(2)Owned by Terry Pratchett

(3) Owned by Hasbro

(I am aware of the other, kinda similar, crossover.)

Memories. Flashes of the past. Moments in time so profound that they are etched into our minds.

Loss, Hate, Fear, Hope, Lust, Rage, Joy... Regret...

Some are so powerful they can bring us to our knees... Some are just moments that we will never forget...