900 years ago she made the Rift, a place where only the truly daring would venture. Now, a necromancer sits waiting; she has had many visitors, but tonight's visitor is the most important. this particular visitor has been on the necromancer's mind since she started down this lonely road, and at last their paths will cross.

Current premise: Twelve years the war dragged on, taking countless lives, and at last it is finished. As the survivors pick up the pieces, a new world beckons them; new and terrifying, it will test all who live there. One thing is certain, nothing will be the same.

Basically an ever-growing collection of one-shots I write at early-o-clock, just because I can. They'll follow the general premise, which will change from time to time, that I've come up with above, but will be as diverse as I can make them.

--NOTE--
This will probably become a catch-all for various Ideas I have that I feel wont pan out.

It was supposed to be amazing, her brother and foalsitter would marry, parties would be had, her and her friends would laugh and joke, and everyone would have a good time.

That was before Twilight was cast out of the wedding.

Now as changelings fill the skies and everyone runs in panic with no help in sight, she remembers a room, deep in the heart of the castle, with just the thing to stop the changelings. The only problem:

Does she want to? Is the price too much, or does she even care?

After all, didn't her teacher say she had a lot to think about?

Seeing as Celestia isn't important after the first chapter her tag is being cut. That is all
Note* the meme which once was here is being replaced because the link decided to break

I may change the name and the descriptions to fit with an idea I got a while ago. So be prepared!!!

"A long time ago, long before equestria had a name. Long before the might of pegastopolis, or the wisdom of unicornia, or even the power of the earth pony nation, there were the seven. The first alicorns, and almost the last..."
Twilight thought that her story for the CMC was pure fiction, little does anyone know though, that the subjects of her story were real, or that now only one remains...

I don't know how many people cared to read this and at this point in my life I don't care. What I do care about is that chapters two and three were written late into the night and I don't actually remember writing them. Also, upon further review I found them atrocious, I feel I should have made this as a one shot and left it at that; sadly, I didn't and this has haunted me day-in-day-out (should that be hyphenated? Ah, I don't give a buck) Anyways, made it a one shot, don't know or care if anyone else cares as I did this for me... so there (almost kept that refrence [that's wrong...really? Really? It needs another "E"? Ah who cares no-one reads these things anyway] going, I've been up w-a-a-a-y to long, don't know what reference [Hah! Got it!] I mean then too bad, so sad!) have a good day everyone!!
note* chapters 2 and 3 are forever banished to the fiery hell dimension known as my recycle bin. If anyone ever wants more to this... thing, they just have to ask.