Why is seeing and believing both often wrong? It must be. Not all of us, but enough, saw what they wanted and believed just the same: that we'd be fine.

Did I miss a memo? Because that carbon emission choking the life out our planet doesn't look fine. Hey mate, what happened to being economically great? What happened to reducing the rate, and shrinking the weight coal and oil consumption come this date?

The end times came like nothing before. The Yaks and ponies and griffons and more, crushed by the short-sighted self-serving capitalist industrialists disregarding the basic decency to grant clemency to the instrumental and irrefutable planetary vitality needs. We saw it, we believed it. We were outspoken.

It was one of the worst days in Equestria's story. We fought. They could not stop us, and so we fought. The war was long but this was the worst. They say it will never happen again, but I know now that it was just another storm in the middle of the ocean.

No one expected his return, least of all the Princess of Friendship, who had the utmost faith in her old mentor. He had been beaten. The Card Master's games had lost all power with that knowledge, and the Princess maintained her faith that she could handle anything the Card Master drew from his deck.

Princess, don't be so dull. Pick a card.

There was only one. This was not the same game. This was not the adventure story to entertain, or the endless wave of monsters to conquer. This was not a blood stained board of action. This was personal, and it was a challenge.

(Part Two of the Card Trilogy. Check out the first part in Cards of Prophecy.)

War, struggle, pain, suffering. These thoughts vacated, their rooms left void, a young unicorn knight must find it in himself to marry she who he had always fancied.

Returning with his lord, Prince Plenty, from a hard fought war over farms of the laughable Earth Pony Kingdom, the young knight Midas Silvermane finds himself enamored with the daughter of his and his lord's generous host, a baron and family friend of the Prince.

All the while set to court the young lady, Midas indulges in his own generosity and plays the wing-pony to his dearest comrade, a stallion convinced that marriage is foul and adamant to live out as a bachelor.

I don't know what happened. I don't know why. But I see it. I see it again and again. The sounds are calling me. No. They tell me to run. Sounds are everywhere and I do not know.

So confused, but it's okay. That's what I am told. I am naughty because I don't listen, and it's not okay. I see it's not okay. Nothing is okay. That's what I am told.

A long time ago, our kind broke off from mainland Equestria and sailed to find peace in the distant archipelago. We colonized it, fed it magic, and shaped a new life for ourselves. We discovered new magic, centering the power of our civilization on the power of our wizards and mages.

From that pool of spell casters and alchemists, my order rose. The Order of the Sculptors, the greatest magicians to ever exist. All other disciplines of magic are trivial to us, for we master the strictest power magic can hold. Sculptors have the power to sculpt new life entirely out of magic essence, the enchanted fluid that flows naturally through every Sculptor body.

As the years passed and the Sculptor order grew stronger, Sculptor colonies grew farms of unimaginable bounty and their citizens lived lives free of disease. All other magicians, save for a few rogue sorcerers, bowed to the Sculptor caste. We created harmony.

I am named Green Stone. Though I am still a student, and barely ready to Sculpt my first beasts, I am determined to stabilize my home islands, no matter what it takes.

Meet Wing Song, a pegasus singer popular in the downtown bars of Manehattan and known by many who frequent "The Carrot and Ale." With an insatiable love of engineering, he's found working at his day job in a carriage repair shop, toiling away at loose wheels and broken harnesses. He grows tomatoes in planters on his balcony, and loves to share their sweet taste at picnics with his friends and colleagues. Also, he's served ten years in Manehattan City Prison.

Pick a card.
Those are the words every pony hears when they enter the booth. They can be in the tent for hours or for days, but no pony has ever left the lair of the Card Master unchanged. After many years of rumors and failed dreams, the greatest hero in Equestria's history has accepted the challenge.

Now, the world stands in awe as the Princess of the Sun visits the Trader's Exchange, and enters the dark grasp of the Card Master's domain.

Continue the adventure in the sequel, "Cards of Legacy!"

It only took sixty days to take everything Equestria was, and raze it to the ground. It only took sixty days for Fillydelphia, Ponyville, even Canterlot, to fall. It only took sixty days for my life to take a turn for the worst.

My name is Gala Hat, I was a designer of nature inspired formal wear. Now I repair the clothes of my comrades before the winter chills them to the bone....
My name is Keen Eyes, I was one of the first students to obtain a degree in Arcane Engineering. Now I must maintain what remains of Ponyville's infrastructure...
My name is Nurse Toxin, and I had snake bites and bee stings relieved within the hour. No pony got sick on my watch. But now all I can do is keep every pony breathing...

We are the survivors of the Second Changeling Invasion, and our legacy resides in the pages of this journal.

What's more ridiculous than going on trial? Your stuff going on trial. Indeed, Equestria has hit rock bottom with its court cases, going to trial against inanimate objects for involvement in a crime. The worst part of it is, your stuff is guilty until you prove it innocent. Now how the f does that work?