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

"Every normal pony must be tempted, at times, to spit on her hooves, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”

Over brunch, Twilight Sparkle lines out her plans to turn to a life of villainy. For the most part, her friends are all for it.

It makes sense in context, honest.

This story is a sequel to Arrival

Klugetown has become a regular town. Law-abiding. Clean. Perfect for new residents from Equestria.

Capper hates it.

This story is a sequel to Bicyclette's fic Arrival with their permission. It is recommended to read for context.

Narcotics tag for heavy alcohol use.

Preread by The Sleepless Beholder and EileenSaysHi.

Edited by EileenSaysHi.

Sequel

Departure

Long Description

It was an ordinary bit. Like all the others, bearing the face of the new Sovereign. No longer the naïve young alicorn Capper once knew. Older. Wiser. Aware now, of just what kind of a place Klugetown was. Aware of what Capper almost did.

A fitting thing for Capper to contemplate while ruminating over his past. While wondering what is to come. He would find out soon enough.

Continuity

Based on a couple of lines in and set in the past of Companion, though it is not a direct prequel.

Author's Note

I mean, I'm not the only viewer of the MLP movie to think that the implications of its depiction of Klugetown are kinda messed up, right?

Based off a prompt from Bean's Writing Group Discord server, "Arrival". Thanks to Bean, Short-tale, Gay For Gadot, Thesmokingguy, and Mykola for their feedback.

What if pony princesses were actually highly social carnivores?

What if a National Geographic team began following them around to film a documentary?

What if nopony saw anything unusual about this?

A metaphor about growing up. Or possibly a metaphor about living in a surveillance society. Or maybe just a very, very weird idea that needed to become a story.

Twilight Sparkle is reading a book she can't seem to put down. It's not even a very good one, as the author keeps on writing directly to the alicorn. For three days now this is all she has done, as her friends desperately try and find her. Oddly, the author of the book knows more about Twilight than most... even if their only goal appears to be her death.

I've been wearing a mask. For how long i'm not certain. Someday that mask will come off. Either i'll remove it willingly or it'll fall off at the worst moment. Until then i'll just write the letters which i'll never send.

Warning: Suicidal and depressive thoughts

Now with audio reading Dear Princess Celestia

Lovingly edited by one of my best friends Jumbled

An iron heart, born of worlds lost to death, beating into infinity.
Harvesting evermore, unstoppable and unkillable.
Expanding… Growing… Evolving...

A ruined city of steel and iron is found under Manehatten, archaeologists from all over Equestria flock to the site in hopes of becoming the next ‘Daring-Do.’ But, soon, exploration parties are going missing, and the more… fanatic explorers claim to have seen tall figures stalking them throughout the city.

But these have been dismissed as drunken ramblings, after all, nothing could be alive down there. Could there?

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Edit [10/01/19]: Holy... This has been featured. I was not expecting this... at all.

This story is a sequel to The Sun Burns Brightly

When you're the immortal ruler of an entire kingdom, the most important quality to possess is a passion for your work. No princess can rule her nation if she can't find it in herself to give her best effort every day and night. Luna knows this better than anypony, and puts her whole heart into everything she does.

But passion, unless tempered by restraint, has a way of biting one in the flank.

This story is a sequel to The Moon Glows Gently

When you're the immortal ruler of an entire kingdom, the most important quality to possess is self-control. No princess can rule her nation if her emotions rule her. Celestia knows this better than anypony, and mastered them long ago.

So long ago, she may have forgotten that a little bit of passion can come in handy now and again.