Tirek's back in Tartarus, Discord's thoroughly learned his lesson, and Twilight's role as royalty has finally been defined. All's well in Ponyville...on the surface. But Equestria (not to mention Gaia) is much more than a single rural town founded by modest settler ponies. As the Agents of Harmony, together quite literally the embodiment of harmony itself, our beloved royal Council of Friends find themselves thrust into ever more conflicts concerning ponies of all shapes and sizes. Whether they like it or not, they will be tasked with figuring out just what it means to be a cognitive creature in the midst of this endless struggle we call life. A slice of life story reaching epic proportions.

Foreword: The world that has been created for this series is diverse and wildly entertaining, but I feel like it's inherently held back content-wise due to the fact that it was commissioned and is maintained as a "kids' show". Many aspects of this story will come from my own life, but in essence this is meant to be a reflection of what I believe life has become for us here on Gaia (or, as it's more commonly known in the States, Earth). Ideally, this will turn out to be a touching tale of desperation and adulation, and maybe even serve to open a few eyes along the way.

Now, I struggled with myself for a long time on whether or not to omit cursing, but have come to the conclusion that I will merely follow the writers' own example and use the creative cursing that's been established, along with a few of my own. As for what exactly constitutes dark material, there will be references to certain aspects of real life which will be reworked to fit within the context of the setting. Directly pointing these out for you beforehand would take away from the thrill of reading them for yourself, but you can rest assured that nothing explicit will be spelled out in plain English in this story.

Next, I'd like to take a moment to just say that this is only my interpretation of these copyrighted characters, and while I personally prize myself on my ability to method-act, I must insist that it be remembered that nothing which develops in this story has anything to do with the canon world whatsoever. I know it should seem obvious, but feel like it might as well be stated anyway. And, of course, I own nothing, not even the air I breathe.