"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them."—William Shakespeare.

This story is about the latter. Alan Williams, a man trying to take a peaceful camping trip, finds himself in Equestria. Forcing to accept the idea that the show he has watched is not, in fact, fictional has taken a massive toll on his brain, torn as he is between the awesomeness of the situation as well as it's absurdity. What's worse, it seems he is not the first human to be teleported to Equestria, and now he has some big shoes to fill.

Greatness follows.

[...]To those just finding this 'un, ya found genuine gem. Keep your heads inside the respective chapter-comments. Watch out for spoilers. Buckle your seatbelt, fillies and gentlecolts. It's gonna be a wild ride.--Runcible Spoon

Approved by Twilight's Library

Book 1 of the Harmony for All Trilogy

Rust is the leader of the marine squad called ARROW. After an attempt to blow up a covenant jammer, he finds himself in the middle of a forest with no way to contact the UNSC INFINITY.

He soon comes across another species neither the human race or the covenant know about. Perhaps even a new world and discovers the meaning of peace for perhaps the first time in his life.

However he is not the only living being from Requiem who has discovered this new world. An old enemy that Rust had barely escaped from the covenant war years ago has found him once more.

*Cover image found on Google.*

Edited by: Arcanist Ascendant

The connections between worlds are tenuous at best, and some of the "simple" truths we clutch so frantically to are little better than drift wood on the endless sea of possibility. The young knight Morenth knows this better than most.

Having reached the pinnacle of his order, he has achieved the title of Paladin. As a slayer of all that is evil and unnatural one would think his faith indestructible, but Morenth harbors doubts.

Desperately, he throws himself into battle after battle, seeking to blind himself to the truth of his world. The truth that no matter how much light he brings to bear against the darkness, the struggle between good and evil will never be won.

Meanwhile, the unicorn prodigy, Twilight Sparkle's faith couldn't be stronger.

With the teachings of her mentor and the help of her friends, she has overcome even the darkness of King Sombra. Restoring peace not only to Equestria, but to the Crystal Empire as well.

During her adventure she was forced to use a form of magic she'd only seen her teacher use once. Magic Celestia could never have guessed Twilight would have to use.

Dark magic.

Curious as to how far she can take this new power, she runs afoul and finds herself in a world that truly reflects the nature of this new magic.

Unable to tell reality apart from his imagination, John's world is falling through the cracks. He can't tell if this place is real or is just his mind's conjuration of a world where he can escape his own. Cortana told him he was home. Is this what she meant, or is he just unable to open his eyes and accept what happened?

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Editors: The people who turn horribly written trash into gold.
-I really have to thank the following people for editing this story, and giving me suggestions to keep the story going...

LDSocrates
Wolfton
Crusadier
The Alching Brony
Awkward Taco
Kagji5

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In the distant future, year 2205, the United Earth Government Expeditionary Fleet has spread the roots of mankind across planets in the most remote of places. Along the way, we have documented the life that thrives on these exotic worlds, learned much about the greater galaxy.

Expansion is key, and knowledge is power in this day and age.

Never before in any documented finding has man seen another sapient species beyond himself. When the scouting crews from the U.E.G.S Clarke suddenly find that they are not truly alone in the universe, it will be time to put to the test the First Contact situation they had never prepared for.

I don’t question the “life” bar floating over my head, or my “EXP” gauge, or the little phantasmal boxes that appear whenever I look at an “equippable” object that show its “statistics.” It’s normal for small messages to appear in the sky every now and then, such as [System update in 2 hours.] My kind worships the Developers, higher beings that direct, create, and control everything we see. It’s all normal. This is how things have always been, since I was born. My father, my grandfather, my ancestors have all accepted and coped with these elements.

So why does everything feel so... fake?

My name is Twilight_Sparkle, and I know there’s something wrong here.

Co-Written by GaruuSpike and Chaotic Dreams.

(EDIT: This story is cancelled forever because someone sabotaged all of our attempts to write. You know who you are, and so do I, and I hope you're happy for killing it.)

In ancient times it was said a race of warriors, hailing from an alien world once walked the ground of old Equestria.
They were called the Silver People, a race of bipeds with glimmering armor and swords that came and assisted the alicorns during a time of great peril.

But even after grand victories and countless deeds, their kingdom lasted only for two-hundred years when according to myth, they had turned to the dark path they once swore to fight.

Millennia later, Twilight Sparkle's curiosity gets the better of her, and she is fully determined to learn what drove Mankind over the edge, and their fall.

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A/N:
Daaarn this got featured!
That's amazing, thank you ALL!

"The way to salvation is through the path of damnation..." Supreme Commander of the Helldivers 33rd.
It is the year 2551, in the depths of the galaxy, a war between mankind and the covenant rage on, both sides are determined to win at all costs, and neither is going to back down. For the human race it is survival against a hostile alien threat. For the covenant it is victory for their gods and the ascension of their races to godhood over all.
But in the years of the war, soldiers grow tired and many seek to end the war soon, but their efforts result in bloodbaths across the stars. After so many years the human race manages to cripple the covenant and break the deadlock which had been holding them. And now they are on the doorstep of the covenant. But when an accident during a campaign sends the lives of marines to a place that war is but a memory, how can they adapt? And what dangers follow thse marines?

This story will involve some drama. Swearing, a little violence and action, but not much, at least not until i decide to change the story or adjust it.
The characters are anthro so please keep that in mind, and also note that the image used is from STTheo of Deviantart who i asked with expressed permission about his Helldiver units and their designs, which i altered for my OCs, so keep that in mind. And we might see some other things come around as the story progresses. So i'm not sure how it will go.

Year: 2558
Four years after the Halo event...

The UNSC Yamato on her maiden voyage sets out to a distress sent out by a colony only to arrive to a glassed planet and a fleeing Covenant force. Following the Covenant fleet, the small UNSC force finds themselves in an alternate dimension over a primitive planet. Can the UNSC stop the Covenant before they glass this world or will it join all the others burned up in this crazy war. The one thing that throws a wrench in the mix... Ponies.

Spartans never die, they're just missing in action. This has never been more true for Jorge-052 as, after activating the slipspace drive that was supposed to kill him, he is instead flung into a strange world where war is but a distant memory. Will the aging soldier be able to adapt to this new peaceful planet? Or will his only salvation be found in finding a way back to his own chaotic universe?

(It's my first time, so be gentle)
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