Centuries ago an apocalypse ravaged Equestria, scorching the lands, boiling the seas, and burning away the air. In that fateful moment, the embers of life were snuffed and the planet left a husk.

However, I survived, immune to the desolate environment I was unfortunate enough to inhabit. With nothing left to do, I began to walk, scouring what remains of Equestria in search of anything to give my life meaning.

It was only a matter of time before I returned to Ponyville.

So much thanks to my fantastic editors, Matthewl419 and Tempus.

The original concept for this fic received an honourable mention at 2018's Iron Author Contest at Everfree Northwest. You can find the original unedited copy here.

Featured in Seattle's Angels Round 156, which is pretty freaking rad!

"This story’s writing is something I find truly to be beautiful at times. Both in its descriptives and in its internal struggle it paints for Twilight." - A+ Review, Vertigo22 (09/05/2019)

"Gara’s devoted this story’s space to exploring that wide open introspective feeling, and I adore what she’s done with that." - Cynewulf

A few thousands of years ago... Equestria didn't exist.

Instead, the continent was populated by three warring tribes of Ponies; Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns. They all thrived on their own sepparate ways, divided by who had what, but grudgingly kept together by trade and need.

Until the Great Frost broke out.

Crops failed, the soil froze. Food couldn't be grown anywhere, and Ponies starved. Many fled south, only to meet their end to the storm. Others went north, to even colder areas, with the hope of finding deep coal reserves to heat themselves up, and perhaps warm an area up enough to grow crops on it, with the use of arcane and technological marvels, rushed into existance by force.

This is the story of the first time the three Tribes put their differences aside for one common goal; Survive the ethernal winter.

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Inspired by 11-Bit Studio's game, Frostpunk.
Not proofreaded. Like, at all.

Traditional Crystal Pony belief holds that many of their heroes come from the days before the Crystal Empire was founded, the days where noble houses rose and fell as easily as the sun rises and sets each day. And when those days ended, these heroes disappeared, becoming myth and legend.

The Crystal Ponies believe that their heroes are not dead, but rather slumber in tombs, to be awakened at a later date. However, many heroes faded into obscurity and the scrolls holding the locations to their tombs hidden away by the Crystal Emperors. Because of this, save for times of great need, these tombs go unfound.

For the Ponies of Equestria, the tombs belonging to these heroes of Crystal Pony legend are the subjects of great debate, and archaeologists search them out, seeking both the treasure and hero contained within each one.

And for one Royal Guard lieutenant, one of these heroes could be the break she needs...

Heather just wanted a place to survive and be happy after losing her old world. She found it until the plague came. As a changeling queen, she needs ponies for her and her hive to survive, but what ponies are left after the disaster?

A Ponies After People story and my entry for and winner of the 3rd anniversary contest.

Queen Chrysalis failed to take over Equestria. This is what could have happened to the changelings after they were blasted away after getting hit from the blast. What could a full blast of love do a changeling? Where did they end up? Did any survive the fall?

This is the Darkest Timeline, but not for the ponies.

Contains Death, Light gore, Violence and Genocide.

Source image for cover linked, please don't hurt me.

Meredith Curran is an 8-year-old child, being abused by her aunt. After a long beatdown, Meredith finally snaps and runs away from her aunt. Too bad she passes out in a field not that far away from her aunt...

In the distant past, long before the elements, before the princesses, there was discord and sorrow.

Meet Lord Caelestis Niger or Black Sky, to his ponies he is known as The Great Black. Emperor of the Holy Equine Empire of Matavita, a distant land that was just as full of chaos as Equestria is. Until, he forged a brighter future, it just wasn't bright enough, not yet. After another brutal war, he is seeking a better solution to peace keeping. Meanwhile, a distant traveler is also seeking the same thing.

Will they find it together, share it? Or is there no solution to find?

It was incredibly rare to find a pony so pathetic and deprived of love and affection that they’d turn to somepony like him for comfort. Love, Stygian realised, and everypony’s selfish desire for it, had bestowed him with a sense of normalcy.

Note: In this story, a little bit of darkness is still in Stygian, becoming some sort of a negative second personality that influences him.

Art by some dude called LavenderRain17 on DeviantArt.

Only One is a unicorn, he is a happy one, who laughs at every joke, and always gives a standing ovation, regardless of the quality.

Tribot is a Pegasus, a cynical one, who grumbles at every wrongdoing, and looks at the world entirely through facts.

They share a table together.

This is what I think is called a self-insert? It's a version of it at least. I got the idea from CrackedInkWell's story Seven Self-Portraits.

The epic showdown between the Dazzlings and the Rainbooms has passed, only this time Twilight and her friends have not succeeded. Now, with no one left to oppose them, the Dazzling's make the entire world adore their ever movement before turning on one another.