On Flurry Heart's twelfth birthday, Cadance tells her daughter she will never die.

Haunted by the loneliness of her young immortality, Flurry Heart finds unexpected solace in the only other pony who could possibly understand her — the filly preserved for eternity within the Gardens of Canterlot.

Flurry could not have forseen that an apparition of that filly would appear before her, and only her.

Something brought them together. Flurry intends to uncover what.

This story is a prequel to What does it mean to be?

Twilight Sparkle has a problem.
And she needs to fix it.

An Equestria ravaged by the changeling horde is the last place that somepony would expect a mare of culture and refinement to survive. With the capitol of Canterlot having been the first city taken, the nobility has been wiped out to a pony and Princess Celestia has vanished, the only sign that she's still alive being the fact that the sun continues to rise every morning.

Yet, from the wreckage has come Rarity, a mare who carries herself like a noble and speaks little of her past. Her only companion is a young filly and her only possession is a strange necklace around her neck, the gem of which matches her cutie mark. She claims that said necklace has power, and that now is the time to gather their strength and strike back against the invaders.

Few can deny that this stranger is charismatic, and her words compelling, but the mysteries swirling around her almost eclipse her ruthless determination to liberate Equestria once and for all. In a land where trust is a dangerous gamble, can anypony take the risk?

Or is the greater risk to do nothing at all?

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Another re-upload.
(The sex tag is there for one paragraph! It is not sis-cest)
Broken times, We all have 'em.
Everybody has an awkward experience as a teenager, some of us have several. Sweetie Belle had one too.

Keep in mind! This story takes place at a future point, the CMC are ages 17-18, making Rarity roughly 32.

Beautiful artwork drawn by Joakaha

Sunny Starscout is no stranger to strange things happening in Maretime Bay. However, today takes the cake, for everypony is speaking in a strange, incomprehensible manner. Can Sunny get to the bottom of the situation and restore Ponish to normal? And what precisely is 'craunching a marmoset' anyway?

Based on English as She is Spoke, a masterpiece of unintentional comedy.

In the featured box as of 04/10/2022! Thanks guys!

Now has a dramatic reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S9xrSyC55c&ab_channel=StraightToThePointStudio

It all comes to a head...will the elements of harmony be able to stop Grogar and his associates? It'll be quite the battle, and it won't be easy...
This is a slightly more logical version of how the show ended, replacing unnecessary dead-end plot threads like the Windigoes and Twilight running off to the Crystal Empire with focusing on intelligent character choices and more emotion, while also trying to be a little more varied between full-on humor and seriousness.

Twilight thought it was all so real-- the crisp morning air, the warmth of the rising sun, the ponies that went about their day-- it all seemed real to her. Yet, with the breaking of a single connection, everything comes crashing down, leaving a very confused girl wearing a VR headset.

Maybe she can still relog.

Preread by Thunderous, Babroniedad, EverfreePony, and No name 13, with additional assistance provided by the Write On! community. Formerly preread by Doggyshakespeare and JetXPegasusWWN.

Cover art drawn in collaboration between Momoruuu and myself.

Based off of a chapter from What If...?

A total rewrite of the original Pony-Me™. Want more Pony-Me™ after you finish reading? Here's an original fiction spin on the story for ya.

Story structure: Story arc ◈ Chapter title

The world is ending, and Twilight is left to observe. Helpless to prevent it, her mind begins to wander as she watches the end unfold.

Should of and could of will eat away at your soul. Somepony must be responsible. It’s all part of the blame game.

A princess languishes in a tower;
A dragon guards this fragile flower.
Who will ascend the lofty spire
To save the maiden from dragonfire?