I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.
The best traditions are those built by oneself. Such as the one Sunset was looking forward to while scurrying through the dark, empty school. The light coming from one of the offices was a surprise, though.
Celestia was a filly living on an isolated farm and harboring dreams of greatness. Chrysalis was a black goo poured out from a wound in the walls of reality and with a weak grasp on the amount of fangs one should have. Friendship happened.
Another day, another failed assault on Equestria. Now poor Chitin has to report to Chrysalis and be the bearer of bad news. Such things had the tendency to be unhealthy if one wasn't lucky. Chitin didn't feel lucky at all.
An unexpected customer comes in with a cumbersome commission at the end of a long day of work. Rarity is tempted to simply say no, but something piques her curiosity. This calls for a story. And tea.
Celestia made many enemies through her long reign, and some are still waging war on her. It is time for Twilight to become involved in something far older and more complex than she thought. And with far more whipped cream too.
After a decade apart, Luna and Twilight meet again in an old tavern, trying to keep the loneliness of an empty world at bay. During a night of strong drinks and remembrance they share stories and musings while a storm rages outside.