She looked just like Princess Celestia, except marred and broken. Her ceremonial barding had rusted slightly. Black streaks ran through her mane. Worst was the scar across her chest. The tarnished Celestia smiled at Luna. "H-hello, monster."
Celestia made many enemies through her long reign, and some are still waging war on her. It is time for Twilight to become involved in something far older and more complex than she thought. And with far more whipped cream too.
I like my job, but of course I look forward to coming home at the end of the day. Especially lately. We have a daughter now. We actually have a daughter. And I can’t wait to see her.
Twilight and Minuette are perfectly happy and just want to be left alone. Unfortunately, Ponyville is particularly prone to mysteries and disasters, and -somepony- has to deal with the mess.
Twilight Sparkle awakens one morning to find all of Ponyville wholly consumed by a spreading cloud of white. Hopefully The Stranger inside her castle can help her understand what this all means.
Some ponies learn how to fly on their very first day of flight camp. Others have to work at it, practicing for weeks and months before they manage to get off the ground. Spitfire is neither of these types of ponies.
It's been six months since Tirek was defeated, and Trixie is fine. Trixie isn't scared. She's not lonely, or sad, or even worried. She is, however, unable to sleep. And yet the nightmares won't stop coming.
Anyone who has sought counsel from Princess Celestia has met Raven, her most faithful aide. She has been a veritable second shadow to the princess for as long as the castle staff can remember... longer than they can remember, in fact. Much longer.