It is a legend passed in passing; a tired old tale told by tired old stallions, in the way that one hopes the fortune of the storied treasure may rub off on them in time. How did it go?

Emerald Scales, as the winds say,
hoards up his treasure, in a mount' far away,
(and the words that follow are told to this day),
whom they cannot slay, whom they cannot slay.

And the warriors that seek him, find to their dismay:
whom they cannot slay, whom they cannot slay.

In another one of those incidents that seem to befall Ponyville all too often, yet another ancient magic is released upon the land, and everypony is forced to be something different every day. This starts a cycle that will throw Ponyville in for a loop, as usual.

Twilight strives to fix things, Rainbow Dash freaks out, Fluttershy doesn't really care.

30 moons, 30 months, two and a half years, nine-hundred ten days. Any way you put it, it's been a long time since Twilight stepped through that portal and embarked on an adventure that changed her life as well as that of many others. But now she remembers that it isn't necessarily the last time she has to see that world, and she longs to do so. Meanwhile, an apology that has been a long time coming has to be made.

[Written before Rainbow Rocks]

It is umpteenth anniversary of Twilight's coronation, but despite the cheering crowds, the new people she's met, and her loving mentor, she cannot fill the void that her friends left behind.

But maybe with the help of an invader, she doesn't need to.

(Haha, this is my first fic, and I was pretty naive to think that this was an original plot, but I for one put a lot of passion into this... at the time. Oh well.)