Eight Months (or Merry Christmas (or or New Heroes of Equestria Story))

So, today is a monumental day. Whether that be because it's Christmas Day (it's still technically Christmas Eve) or something else, for me, it's because today marks eight months of writing here on the forum, and eight months with all of you wonderful bronies and pegasisters. I've made friends with a whole great number of you, and am still meeting new people and making friends with them. Equestria's Ray of Hope, my first and largest story so far, has almost two thousand initial views, and close to seventeen thousand total views, which is larger than I eve could've expected. I thank you all so much for the support these past months.

Today is also a monumental day, because it is the day I give you all a sneak peek at my next story in the Heroes of Equestria (HOE) storyline, The Chronicles of the Reformed. I was notified that there was some confusion that this was the story I hinted at for the Fallen, but that is not the case. Unlike my other three HOE stories, this one is more mild. For one, there's no Violence or Death tags on it, and two, this story does not directly affect the combat to occur in the three stories. I won't spill anymore beans than I already have, but here's a peek at what is to come on January 1st, 2021.

Sleepless nights and hours of research were visible on both mares’ face, the room solemnly silent.  There was a mutual understanding between the two as to why they both looked so terrible, but it was left unsaid.  Starlight bit her lip nervously, looking around the library of the Canterlot Castle, seeing all of the unorganized piles of scrolls and books, many with added in notations.  She grimaced as she saw the multiple depictions and introspective details of multiple less than pleasant rituals.  Still, she knew she had to do it.  She had come here for a specific reason, and she wouldn’t leave until she had fulfilled it. 

Taking a deep breath, she stared at her friend and Princess.  To think that once upon a time they had been enemies only rubbed salt in her mental and ideological wound.  She hadn’t been deserving of a second chance, but she had received it anyways.  She had done something wrong, something seemingly unforgivable, but she had been forgiven for it just because she was another pony, somepony who needed to be enlightened.

So why didn’t others get the same?  More specifically, why did a nine year old filly who had misinterpreted the teachings of Twilight’s own friends and school deserve time in Tartarus?  It was no wonder why she had become worse, having spent time in the worst place known to ponykind, and terribly enough, she hadn’t received her second chance.  Was it because she’d willingly communicated with another villain, one who would never be reformed with any amount of friendship?  Or was it because in the rush of the moment, and lateness of the action, the desperation of the hour, that the poor filly was cast down with the worst beings in history?

Merry Christmas, happy holidays, stay warm, stay safe, stay healthy, and happy Birthday.