This story is a sequel to To Try For the Sun

Princess Celestia!

What is it, Twilight?

I found this piece of paper. But... it's not in any language I recognize! Do you know what it is?

Oh... I had forgotten this. I'm surprised that this poem had even survived through the millenia.

It's a poem! What is it about?

I suppose it's about tragedy and coldness.

Oh...

Let me finish, Twilight. It's about tragedy and coldness but also about hope and trying one more time.

Oh! Can I hear it?

Hehe. Very well, Twilight. Just let me prepare some tea before I read it to you, okay?

Pinkie Pie is scared of being forgotten. Anon reminds them that she has friends with her and across dimensions.

A skeleton pony travels the newly formed Equestrian Wasteland in search of answers to questions that can only be found by living life to the utmost extent.

It's a very good thing that he's a skeleton, because he's not very good at staying alive.

The movie wrapped things up rather nicely. But there were an awful lot of loopholes.

For example, the fact that Tempest Shadow got off with the equivalent of a full amnesty. Along with the Storm King's army. Also the small fact that the newest Princess of Equestria tried to steal the an ancient artifact from the hippogriffs. Also the rampant destruction of that bordertown. And also the harboring of pirates.

There's a lot of things that the world would like to taalk to Equestria about.

The sole two diplomats of Equestria talk about how much they would rather not talk about these problems and complain about crap.

This file contains the tales of the brave ponies who put aside their fear and shock during the Storm King's reign to help their fellow ponies, fight back against the Storm King, and went above and beyond in their duty to Equestria.

Equestria may live by the fact that Friendship is Magic, but we survive when we prove that Magic is Friendship.

The Storm King was defeated long before the moment he set foot on Equestrian soil. He just didn't know it yet. Thankfully, one of Equestria's darker secrets can explain it better to him.

I find this state of affairs to be downright disgraceful.

That being said, I refuse to let an overgrown goat have his way with us.

We've survived an embodiment of chaos, changelings, windigos, gryphon wars, overgrown vines, time travel, yaks, dragaons, uncontrollable storms, mutant chickens, bizarre fruit flies. We control the sky and earth and regularly screw with physics. We are ponies!

Hell, my job is to regularly go out and remind all of our "friends" exactly why we shouldn't be messed with.

And this one goat I haven't heard of just comes in and conqueres us? Muzzles you? Restrains us? Overthrows our Princesses?

You know what? This sorry state of affiars isn't his fault. It's yours. It's ours.

Thankfully, mistakes are easily rectified.

Now rise.

Ultima Externo.

This story is a sequel to Thunderstorm and the Four Winds

Hey Scoots! I want you to meet my gramps!

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Yeah! He's the one who told me the story of Thunderstorm and the Four Winds. You know the one where I told you?

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Ow! OW! OW! Stop it Gramps! No! I didn't do the "Voice".

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Ow! What do you mean I'm not doing it right if I'm not doing the "Voice"? I just told it to her my way.

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OW! Stop hitting me! Fine! Hey, Scoots! My Gramps wants to tell you the sto-OW! Thunder-OW! The Epic of Thunderstorm and the Four Winds! Sit down! Now stop hitting me Gramps!

Featured 4/23/2017! My First Future! Thanks Carabas for allowing me to pupblish this.

I, the narrator, shall give the audience a short walk through changeling execution and small histories.

In which a revolution begins. And it is surprisingly bloodless. How does that work?

Otakuism and shipping and ADHD.

Raised in a land of blood shed, violence, and treachery, one Arashi Hisako has grown rather calloused to it all. Since she was 3 she was trained to fight, to kill, and to serve her village even if it meant her death. It was drilled into her that she will more than likely die in battle, for only the very best Ninja ever had the luxury to grow old and retire. But she was fine with this, after all, it was a fact of life since she was 3.

Now however, she finds herself in a strange land, full of creatures who seem to care for her, and abhor violence. She was trained to see underneath the underneath, but what is a Genin to do when there is nothing to see?

Collab Between TRONDASON and moi. Please check out Trondason's Reconditioning!