Twilight and Rainbow Dash have both been set up on blind dates by their friends. What could go wrong? What might go right?

My entry for this competition

"Who are you? Where am I?"
"Am I...dead?"

Rainbow Dash explores the darkest recesses of her soul. Can she handle the truths of her past and her present, or will breaking the walls she has spent a lifetime building be more than she can handle? When one must come to terms with who they are, It can lead to a painful rebirth or an empty death.

Essence of a sunrise: That which is left behind

Three mares living in the big City of Manehattan. Honeybun, an aspiring pastry chef with a loving and supportive family. Morning Rose, a smart young mare who wishes to study to become a botanist. And Cloud drift who has lived in the city her whole life, who just wants to get by. Even in a city as large as Manehattan, fate can bring those together who need each other. What does fate have in store for these young souls? Can they achieve their ambitions in the city where dreams come true? Or will they fall into a nightmare? The only certainty they may have, lies with one another.

(Cover art by Midnight Sonare)

I would also like to thank my pre-reader Bassline and Melody

"Twilight Sparkle, you are hereby sentenced to exile!" From those words her entire world changed. Is her happy life gone forever? Or can it only get worse? What will befall the dethroned princess and will she have to bare her fate alone?

My entry for This contest

And I officially have an editor! Much thanks to pinkiepie17 and Twilight Scratch

We were friends.
We were heroes.
Then, we were lovers.
We followed our hearts, and in doing so we became traitors. Now we'll run.
Why is it wrong? Can there really only be one way to love, and all others are wrong? Most importantly, why are we hated for love?

Be sure to check out my spin off story to this one (Eyes Unclouded)

Many thanks to my awesome editor pinkiepie17

(image by Jykinturah from deviant art)

This story is a sequel to That Which Makes up a Rainbow

What are we? Are we just memories or is who we are something more? When everything is gone who are we in the end?

For one mare, that is a question with only one answer. She has a life with no past, but also with no scars. Follow her through the pain of building anew, when everyone around her clings to the past and to hope. What can be wrought from the turmoil of loss and birth? Could it be... a soul?