Cadance always wanted a sister. She just didn't expect it to involve so many angry cultists with plans to get rid of her. The young princess must face her dark reflection. Could only one of them escape? There were better solutions...

Done for a dear patron. We'll start in the month of rushes! Then slow down to 1/week updates.

Ever since he was a foal, Light Flow had always known he was destined to be a villain—but not just any villain; no, he wanted to be a Necromancer.

He had always been obsessed with reading fiction stories about the forbidden practice of Necromancy, and much to his delight, his cutie mark spelled his unavoidable destiny as a member of his oh-so revered profession!

But Necromancy is extremely taboo, and very illegal. Equestria hadn't even seen a genuine Necromancer since the times of the fabled Nightmare Moon.

Substituting joy for dread, Light Flow knew that he would have to hide his especially special talent at any cost. Whether in his daily, mundane life as a bookish nerd, or in the heat of extreme danger.

Good thing he doesn't have any friends, right?

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I have deleted the old AN in favor of a new one.

Hello all! If you don't know me, then good! I'm a stranger, and it'd be weird if you knew who I am!

This is my first story, and basically my first experience writing something long-term. To that end, the beginning of the story is a bit rough, but I grew as a writer somewhat significantly as time went on, so it doesn't stay quite as bad!

The story itself has somewhat wavered from goal to goal as I argued with myself about what I wanted from it, though I eventually managed to settle. In its current state, it's mostly managed to stick to a strange blend of comedic tragedy interspersed sporadically with magical jargon and slice of life.

An added warning due to justified complaining: this experience can be very subdued. Not for the easily bored or angered. Personally, I tend to use Background Pony as a benchmark for a person's capability to withstand words.

Prepare yourself for lots of rants and barely coherent plot-threads!

Also i'm an idiot who probably tagged wrong.

Also i'm a bad person who stole a Jargon Scott image for the cover. (And then a wonderful person named Adin Terim edited it <3)

My name is Comet Tail, and I have died many times.

I just can not believe it.

I was waking up from bed thinking its another tuesday until I realized my house becomes a pocket dimension.

Trying to understand what's going on I open my front door and was shock to find out my front door is a portal to Equestria.

Now you may wonder what's Eque- nope not going to bother explaining, this adventure of mine is probably being written by some random kid and being posted on a mlp fanfic website.

Now I may be a brony and for most people it would be a dream come true.

Honestly when I found out, I was angry and scared.

I am angry because I was taken away from my home, my friends, and my family. And also the fact that out of anyone it could've happen to, it happened to be me.

And I am scared, which I do not show on the outside. Because unlike others who portrait ponies as loving and understanding with very little flaws.

Like any living beings there's no such things as flawless, I am forced to live in a pony's world that freaks out on anything outside of their species and understandings, and since I am the first human in equestria it is not a good sign. Who knows? I will probably be accepted but I will most likely become an outcast at best or a monster that needs to be destroyed at worst.

That doesn't mean I am going to stay cooped up at my home. I wanna live, I wanna explore, I wanna understand where I live. Because 9 times out of 10, most likely I can't get back home.

If I can't get back home then I'll have to adjust living here.

Who knows what I can do here? maybe I can help teach these ponies how to interact with other species.

If there's hope for them anyways...

Somehow this random story I daydreamed got featured on 12/8/23. Well I am putting it here as a trophy like other writers do.

Mortals, they're our mortal enemies. But never do we expect to feel fear and dread from one, well... that came true ever since a mortal being called human moved into Magehold.

Hey guys! My name's Juelz and I am from the USA, land of the free, I lived in the state of Ohio. You are wondering how I've moved into Magehold? Well I don't even know myself! I was sleeping late one night, dreaming about exploring the world. When I woke up, I've ended up here! And I am not complaining! :)

This story is a sequel to A Legend Returns

The maybe not so spectacular third, and final chapter on the legend saga. This time William will have to face one last great lost in his life and confront his biggest fears once and for all.
Sadly, to read this story you do need to read at least "A Legend Returns" although I recommended you to read "The Legend Starts" as well.
I hope that you, reader, enjoy this story, even though it's not perfect.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor did the cover.

DISCLAIMER: Since I've planned this story since two years ago, and I didn't have knowledge of what happened in MYM chapter 4, certain details portrayed in this story will be contradictory with some stuff presented in the series. I'm sorry if that bothers anyone, but it will be required to keep the flow of the narrative going.

:D

This story is a sequel to Rider on the Storm

For the briefest of moments, Anonymous wielded absolute power. He single-handedly destroyed the city of Canterlot, laid waste to Ponyville, decimated the Everfree Forest, and came dangerously close to annihilating the very Tree of Harmony itself. And he had an absolutely fantastic time doing it.
Right up until he lost.
Now he's stuck as a statue under the watch of the princesses he tried to subjugate, awaiting the time he'll be locked away forever, with the key no doubt thrown into a volcano. But from the very beginning, Anonymous suspected that the shenanigans of the good guys would cost him his victory at the last moment, and so he laid plans with his most loyal of subjects—all former soldiers of the Storm King he betrayed to obtain his power—to arrange for his release should the opportunity arise.
Unfortunately, he wasn't counting on the ponies calling in help from a faraway land. Enter the Four Princes of Zebrica, all wielding the same exact power that Anonymous did, and knowing a thing or two about how to put bad apples like him away for good. This is made even worse by the sorry state of Anonymous's storm beast forces, having hit hard times in the months since his defeat.
But not all is lost for the petrified supervillain. Because in a rare twist of luck, the Princes just so happen to unknowingly bring with them a zebra criminal with his own dirty little secret. A secret that not only secures Anonymous's release from captivity, but just might be the start of a horrifying new partnership, and with it, the birth of a new force of evil.
And of course, with all that going on, there's always the matter of the nascent Legion of Doom, plotting to bring their own age of darkness to Equestria as well...

Takes place during the final two seasons of Friendship Is Magic. With a few alterations here and there, because I HATE THE ANTI-FIM I HATE THE ANTI-FIM :bread:
Reading Rider on the Storm is strongly advised if you want any idea of what the hell is happening in this story.

Ponyville is filled with strange citizens. Enigmas such as the mildly psychotic Lyra, drama queens Roseluck, Daisy, and Lily, as well as Pinkie Pie, the reality-defying party pony are all welcome in the quaint little town.

But there is one new arrival that stands out among the rest, an individual with a tale so horrifying as to shake this blissful village to its core.

Is it possible to heal any wound? To regain something lost that may never have been there in the first place? Does there exist any hope for a soul that has been so thoroughly broken and betrayed by the world?

In the bright and happy land of Equestria, is it possible to bring such a victim back from the brink?

This is a story that's been on my mind for a while, so I figured I'd finally mollify my creative muse's demands and get it out. One of my very favorite things to read about^__indeed, perhaps my most favorite subject^__is those who so desperately need it getting the help and therapy they need. I like to think that in Equestria, where the common citizen is so much friendlier than us humans, such help is likewise more plentiful.

I know that there are some individuals here on earth that are past the point of complete recovery, indeed, past the point that we have tools to help them. But I sincerely doubt that Equestria is bound by the same rules, and thus I've been wondering if there's any individual that's beyond help.

Strap on in folks, this one's gonna be rough.

New cover art by the fantastic Flygon! My gratitude knows no bounds!

(P.S. Just to clarify: The title is Libero as in the Latin word for 'liberate', not the volleyball term.)

(P.P.S. For those understandably put off by the...well...strangeness of the writing in early chapters, it gets better later on.)

All I want is a place where I fit in. Where people are happy to see me and I'll always have a part to play. Is that so much to ask? HiE, Ponified, powerless alicorn

Featured on 4-16-23!? Holy crap!

Thunder Strike. Ask anypony who's ever met him and they would probably describe him as proud member of Royal Guard; specifically a Lieutenant of the Palace Division. Always doing his very best to maintain the safety and security of the staff and visitors alike, and never hesitating to do what's needed of him.

Ask those that know him and they might tell you how he's a chronic workaholic who's maintaining unhealthy, unreasonable standards for his own conduct and performance leading him to slowly but surely working himself to death, and who desperately needs a vacation before it's too late.

Like it or not, he's going to learn the hard way that nopony, no matter how dedicated they may be, can possibly burn the candle at both ends indefinitely. And perhaps something else along the way.