Luna has had enough of Celestia's games, and has found the perfect means of revenge. Using a long-forbidden spell, she transforms her sister into little more than a small filly, all so she could pull the greatest prank ever. Unfortunately, she soon learns that before you fool around with dangerous magic, you really need to read the fine print...

A sequel can be found here.

It has been several months since the disappearance of Twilight Sparkle..

One night, after watching her sister raise the Moon and set the heavens alight, Princess Celestia begins to bed down for the night, only to be interrupted by portal forming in her room. From out of the portal comes none other than Twilight Sparkle, garbed in strange armor.

Princess Celestia, along with Luna, Cadence, and Shining Armor, are overjoyed by the Element of Magic's return, but are justifiably curious as to where she had been and what she had been doing. And so, Twilight begins her tale. A tale of survival against impossible odds. A tale of a people fighting for the most basic right of all sentient beings. The right to exist.

CANCELLED

After her disappearance three months prior, Rarity finds her way back home. Of course, this raises several important questions. Where was she? What did she do? Why is she wearing bloodstained armour? And who is this "Wanderer" she traveled with?

In the Ponyville schooling system, story-time is represented by two seperate, yet equally important groups: The gangsta rapper who reads the tale, and the pony school children who are forced to listen to it. These are their stories... *Chung Chung*
--Rated Teen for cursing. A good deal of it. What did you expect? It's Ice Cube, for God's sake.--

Luna struggles with the edges of sanity and feelings of depression after her time of lunar isolation.

There's something strange and unnatural living in Bon-Bon's house.

Something other than Lyra.

A stallion faces his final hours without regret, looking into the face of royalty without balking. Our leaders are meant to use their power to show us the way to a better future, but what is one to do when that power is held without merit?

Speak out, or suffer in silence?

"Who are you?!"

Lyra wrenched her hands together, strands of teal hair falling over her golden eyes. Suddenly, she seemed so small. She didn't answer. Couldn't? It hurt to remember, hurt to say. She was lying, or maybe it was the truth, and she really didn't know.

Cover art done by the amazing Conicer and bunnish!