Calypso is a gun for hire. When she completes a contract that alters the very fabric of space and time, she finds herself in more trouble than she bargained for.
I've moved on from writing stories that revolve around ponies. That have to be specifically within or dealing with the universe, and writing in a fandom that will not enjoy my work just because it isn't sunshine and rainbows or generic vanilla self-insert bullshit.
When I find myself in trouble, mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.