This story is a sequel to Meet Your Makers

For Princess Luna, the evening seems like it will be business as usual, at least until strange lights begin appearing in the darkening sky over Canterlot, amidst other odd goings-on. Unbeknownst to Equestria and the world at large, an ancient and mysterious culture the Earth has not seen in millenia has finally returned after much hijinks and exploration in the cosmos, curious as to what has become of their beloved ball of rock and its unique inhabitants in their long absence.

Now Luna's face to face with jovial hornless minotaurs clad in gear that belongs in an Equestrian sci-fi flick. Maybe Celestia's outlandish claims weren't so outlandish, after all.

Crossover tag due to certain overly obvious references.

The chanting, the accursed, euphoric chanting of the afflicted, it just repeats in a sinister symphony of agonizing repetition... Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!

With an unknown portion of the kingdom in the grips of this mysterious illness, including her own sister, Celestia is left troubled over how to proceed with research.

What's round, and deep, and really quite swell? The answer isn't very hard to tell, why it's the magical wishing well!

Do you dare to drop a shiny bit into its shadowy depths?

Warning: Story involves a super spooky well. Not recommended for those who have a fear of super spooky wells, confined spaces, or happen to draw their drinking water from super spooky wells.

Smiling, carefree parasprites now roam the gilded corridors of Canterlot Castle, and not a single pony can be found. Celestia and Luna have temporarily abandoned and quarantined the premises, staying elsewhere while they argue over the best method to go about removing the adorable trash that has infested their home. Unfortunately, parasprites are not the only intrusive thing that have now taken up a presence in the castle during the sisters' brief absence.

Inexplicably teleported in from the sheer amount of valuable possessions being left unguarded, the Norsemen have arrived.

Shortly after the defeat of Tirek, Princess Celestia began conducting a series of controlled and discreet experiments with a diverse family of potion types, one that allowed their alicorn users to safely witness and analyze events of the past. On the eve of the last of these such trials, a particularly potent potion among the others transports the Princess to a mysterious event far earlier in time than she had originally intended. 50,000 years earlier, in fact.

Now she's in the presence of a group of funny-looking hornless minotaurs wearing business suits.

A millenium in exile on the Moon took its toll on Princess Luna's memory. When she was restored by the Elements of Harmony, not every single memory was returned perfectly intact to her. A select few - the most guarded - were left where she had placed them centuries ago, locked away deep within the realms of her mind, while others returned in tattered shards, too incomprehensible to understand. On one very specific night, Luna discovers the fragment of a peculiar unicorn horn impaled in the snow. When she makes contact with the faded being residing within, the last remnants of the unicorn known as Sombra, these guarded and errant memories from a thousand and one winters ago suddenly return to her.

Everything becomes clear again. An Empire on the brink of destruction, peril, moments of great joy and sadness, love, betrayal, sinister Nightmare forces, and a would-be king whose fall help set yet another of equal tragedy in motion.

A first person, dual-narrative account of the final weeks leading up to the Crystal Empire's fateful disappearance, the coronation and downfall of Sombra, and the rise of Nightmare Moon.

Apple bucking is no difficulty to Applejack. It pretty much comes second nature; she could do it in her sleep. However, there comes a time every now and again, when she wished she had a way of getting about from tree to tree and the different groves more quickly, cutting harvesting times in half.

Hearing her mutter one night over sore legs, some benevolent Sky Spirits have decided to answer Applejack's prayers. Their answer just so happens to come soon in the form of three metric tons of polycarbonate titanium.

Grop is your typical giant, one whose average day consists of tending to his favorite mammoths, collecting extortion money peace offerings from farmers, maintaining huge bonfires, and crushing the puny bones of haphazard bandits foolish enough to intrude on his camp to loot his shiny treasure. One particular day, he gets caught in the backwash of two deities' powerful magics, and is teleported to a faraway land across the ocean, a great kingdom populated by sapient talking equines. Upon noticing the change of scenery, with all the world falling into chaos around him, the giant is left with one lingering thought:

"What happened to all my shiny stuff?"

Human tag for brief appearances of some random Elder Scrolls characters.

The tale of the first Hearth's Warming Eve is one steeped in tradition, celebration, and myth. It is a critical piece of Equestria's heritage spanning the centuries; a tale retold time and time again in song, festivals, and plays. However, any shrewd historian understands that folk stories can change dramatically over time. Details are shifted around, names and locations change and evolve with the language, some parts are even forgotten or lost. When a group of modern-day Equestrians unearth something mysterious in the ice, they soon learn the truth of their Kingdom's founding, from a unicorn who witnessed it directly.

Rated 'T' to be on the safe side. Human tag added due to a brief scene in the middle of the story.

After a long day of outstandingly demanding work, it is now nightfall and Ponyville's resident fashionista is still not finished with her largest order of garments to date. To make matters even more complicated, a strange guest has popped out of nowhere to pay her a visit.

A human hand in Equestria. Yep, just a hand.