This story is a sequel to Uncongenealogy

Having finally regained her memories of Apple Bloom's true origins, Luna decided that, in the interest of all of Equestria, action had to immediately be taken to prevent the potentially catastrophic consequences of the filly's secret nature.

So she called the six bearers of the Elements of Harmony, along with her daughter, to Canterlot, so that they could rid the filly of the dark magical essence within her.

It did not go well. Not in the least.

Apple Bloom was starting to get suspicious. No pictures of her with her parents, no stories about it, no flashbacks where she appeared together with them. So she took matters into her own hooves, and had some tests done in secret, with Twilight's help, to determine her actual relation with her supposed family.

The results were... certainly unexpected. Interesting, to say the least. Absolutely devoid of any logical sense, more appropriately.

Sunset was tired. Walking through the snow, the wind howling in her face, the ice biting on her skin. And she was alone. Alone as she'd ever been.

But there, in the woods, just outside the school, she knew there was someone she could turn to. Her only true remaining friend, in all likelihood. Someone she'd known for a long time, who would be willing to listen to her problems.

And so she walked on.

Starlight had left the castle in the morning. Everything had been perfectly normal.

Starlight had come back to the castle at noon. Everything was still perfectly normal.

Except maybe for the way Twilight had set the crystal castle on fire, and how she was currently sitting outside as the building burned to the ground.

But aside from that very minor detail, everything was perfectly normal.

Everything was exactly as it was supposed to be, going exactly as it was supposed to.

It had been a simple, simple question. A natural one, even. One she was surprised she'd never asked before. So naturally, once she'd realised that she'd never asked it, Twilight Sparkle had to do the most logical thing and ask.

In her, relatively speaking, not too short life, she'd always thought that no question wasn't meant to be asked. No answer, no matter how life changing it could be, should have not been given. Truth was a principle above the needs of the individuals, and it was always the right thing to know more of it.

It was in those spirits that she went to Celestia and asked that questions. And once she received her answer she realised she'd been wrong. Very, very, very wrong.

Twilight had been invited to spend the holidays together with her brother and Cadence in the Crystal Empire. She gladly agreed, and was happy to be there along with Sunburst and Flurry, even if she missed her other friends a bit.

But that wasn't too much of a problem. Plus, she'd finally get to see Tempest again. Only, Cadence hadn't mentioned that part until hours before Hearth's Warming Eve. But that was fine. She just needed to find a present in time.

And possibly keep it a secret. And possibly keep it in the first place.

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Tempest Shadow, while somewhat nervous about it, was rather excited about the prospect of spending the upcoming Hearth's Warming together with Glitter Drops, Cadence, her family, Twilight, and some of their friends, including this 'Sombra' she'd heard about.

She was a bit less happy when Glitter Drops couldn't make it, but at least she got to spend the holiday with all the others.

She was a lot less happy when with every subsequent time she got to do it.

By the time she got to the space whale she was kind of done with the whole thing.

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This story is a sequel to Things Change

It had been months since Celestia had told her that, but Luna hadn't forgotten about it. Finally, one morning, the right conditions presented themselves for them to finally have the discussion Celestia had been postponing for so long. Finally, Luna got to ask her more about the porn she'd supposedly written and published under a pseudonym.

It didn't exactly go the way the younger alicorn had thought it would. Safe to say, some of the results were rather unexpected.

Written for the fourth anniversary of what is probably my favourite story on this site.

Trixie had a great sense of direction. So clearly, if she'd ended up facing a wall, it was the street that had been wrongly built. Those crystal ponies, who couldn't even build a road right. But it wasn't a problem, if the Empire's misguided decisions in building their cities rendered her superior sense of orientation useless then she'd just have to ask for directions.

She just had to find someone in the cold, empty, dusty back alley devoid of any other pony. The disembodied horn on the ground would have to do.

One year after her return from her one thousand years long banishment to the Moon, Princess Luna takes some of her time to have a moment of reflection over the events that happened that day and in the year that followed it, thinking about what could have happened had things gone differently.

A rewrite of the original Memories, initially published on 01/03/2017.