Change... It always happened, no matter what anyone or anything tried to do about it, for good or bad change was a given. Still... Chrysalis had almost managed to change the fate of her hive to her whims, she had stood at the cusp of greatness and failed to grasp it.
Instead the Queen of Changelings had suffered a catastrophic blow.
She and her brood were blasted far away into the desolate badlands.
She had failed to change just as her mother before her...

But change did not play favorites. And Chrysalis still had a part to play.

As she lay broken and beaten within an inch of her life fighting for what little of it she had left, something in the sky shook in agony and shock, as an entity not meant for this world crashed into it. Something very old and alien. Something kind and wise. Something terrible and awe inspiring.
Something blue and something changed...

And the universe would never be the same...

Bers Writlock is a Griffon with a dream and no way to accomplish it.
Growing up in a chaotic little village near the equestrian border, he'd always marvelled at the adventures the older Griffin and the occasional travelers would tell him.
He loved these stories and took up story telling and music as an interest because of it.
He wanted to tell his own adventures and live them too. He wanted to create an epic saga of an epic life.

Destiny had other plans for him however, and as it turned out, Destiny was honestly a bit of a prick.

Celestia receives a lot of letters and mail from various places around Equestria.
Some are updates on research and finds from different schools of science, magic and exploration. Some are political or business oriented. But her favourites are the ones she gets from her friends, acquaintances, fans and her dear student.

It's been a long time since she got a letter of this variety though.

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Our story starts with: 'Darach Meldrak Obenhjerthe' The first of his name and clansman of the Meldrak household. Specifically it starts with the end of his life, at the hands or rather hooves, of his own horse as it accidentally tramples him to death after getting startled by a snake.

Darach had abandoned his religious ways back during the war, so when he died he expected nothing more than the cold void of nothingness, perhaps the pyres of damnation if he was unlucky.
What he got was quite a bit different from his expectations.

Reborn into the body of a horned pegasus, he would have to make sense of his new life as a small pink princess, and try not to disturb his new parents too much with his strange personality.

Behind the scenes though, strange forces begin to stir.
Change will come and in time it will be up to the young princess to face it...