Commander Shepard remembers firing the crucible. She remembers she had to make an important choice. She remembers good friends, a lover, and plenty of loyal crewmen.

She just can't remember what her choice was. What the threat she was striving so hard to end was. Or what the faces of the most important people in her life look like.

She also has no idea how she wound up in the monster filled forest she's come to call home for the past eight months. Or how she picked up a snarky A.I. making its home in her omni-tool.

I NEED SOME PREREADERS.

Four hundred years after Princess Luna's return from the moon, the Equestrian Space Program put a pony in space for the first time.
Fast forward two hundred more years, and there is an established moon colony and asteroid-mining is a quickly growing field. The first deep-space exploration vessel has just been launched, and ponykind holds its breath as the Spellship Arcanum boldly goes where nopony has gone before!

As a note: if some of the spelling looks strange, it's because we spell some words differently up here in Canada. Grey instead of gray, defence instead of defense, etc.

She had been stranded in the cold. Lost in the endless wastes beyond the edge of the map. A place where a tear drop freezes before it shatters on the ice beneath you. Princess Twilight Sparkle was about to give in, about to lose herself in the endless void.

When He came, the one they call Prophet.