Twilight awakes from a minor magical accident to find herself dead. She believes she is doomed to wander Equestria for all eternity, that is until she discovered certain ponies could see lost souls like her, ponies like Princess Luna.

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This story is a sequel to Nyctophobia

Sequel to 'Nyctophobia'. You asked, I delivered.

Skeleton Grin's finally found the love she's wanted in her foalhood crush and longtime desire Soarin. It's been quite some time since they first met that fateful night in the gardens of Canterlot in light of the Grand Galloping Gala and the pair have not only been married, but have had three fillies.

In a tale of sorrow, abandonment and heart wrenching loss, Skeleton Grin tells her side of the story from start to finish, from where she grew up to how she got her impressive collection of scars that litter her body surprising not only her children, but her love Soarin as well. Will her daughters ever see their patient, ever gentle mother the same again? And will Soarin's perceptions of this mare that he loves so much change for the better or for worse?

Here begins the tale of the ghosts of Skeleton's Past.

30 years of constant fighting in war torn Equestria has ended and the changelings have been defeated and driven back, but Rainbow Dash is less enthusiastic than most to be going home. Suffering from post traumatic stress disorder,everyone thinks she is just an old and crazy war mare. But she hides a deeper secret about her own body. Her love Fluttershy welcomes her back with open hooves, but will life ever be the same. After 30 years at war, will Rainbow Dash be able to adapt to life and rebuild the love she once had, or will her secret tear her world apart. All is fair in love and war.

"My name is Lyra Heartstrings, and you will not remember me. You won't even remember this conversation. Just like with everypony else I've ever met, everything I do or say will be forgotten. Every letter I've written will appear blank; every piece of evidence I've left behind will end up missing. I'm stuck here in Ponyville because of the same curse that has made me so forgettable. Still, that doesn't stop me from doing the one thing that I love: making music. If my melodies find their way into your heart, then there is still hope for me. If I can't prove that I exist, I can at least prove that my love for each and every one of you exists. Please, listen to my story, my symphony, for it is me."

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