Given a multiverse full of infinite possible realities, it stands to reason that at least one version of Twilight Sparkle would end up as a magical anthro-cat schoolgirl ninja. That's just *physics*, y'all.
The bugbear found me. I don’t know how. I don’t know who or what it’s working with, never mind what’s happening to me, but I’ll get to the bottom of this if it’s the last thing I do. Forgive me, Lyra.
The changelings are no longer creatures of violence. They are no longer shady, private, hostile and fierce. They no longer are the acting steel hoof of Chrysalis' will. Time has changed them, and to Pharynx, it has changed them for the worse.
Sunset: devotee of fire, mage of the flame. Sea Swirl: water shaman, mage of the sea. Neither seems to be a good fit for the other, yet time has forged their bond unbreakable. However, once they both journey into the deep…
All the world’s a stage and all the mares and stallions merely players. They have their exits and their entrances and one pony in her time plays many parts, her acts being seven ages.
With her life-long experience as a merchant, Rarity joins a diplomatic envoy to broker peace between her people and an armada flying the banner of an exiled nation: Equestria.
The regime says they need power for the good of Equestria. The underworld says they've been corrupted by it and seeks it for itself. When law means little, but power lends security, morality suffers. Fluttershy knows that first-hoof.
Nightmare Night has become a comfortable routine for Princess Luna. It is, after all, just one night. What could go wrong? When two researchers from the Foundation get involved, the answer is "everything".