Stone is the very antecedent of life itself. It is cold, unmoving, and unfeeling. Discord is stone now, trapped by the Elements of Harmony wielded by six ponies that represented them. Stone, when undisturbed, is worn down by the sands of time, forever flowing over its hard, cold surface. The sands of time pour forever.

Reading done by Rylius: http://youtu.be/w_3dSJ-N6G0

Twilight Sparkle was a mare who had no friends. She had found some with the nudges of her mentor Celestia. However, all good things must end. Everything must fade eventually, fade into the world as if it never existed. Friendship's ending is just like the darkest part of the day, twilight. Beautiful for a moment, and then it's gone.

Fluttershy has always been the "mother hen" of her animals. She was the one who fed, bathed, and protected them. Now she is fed, bathed, and protected by them. What is it like to have your children begin to look after you instead of you looking after them?

Rainbow Dash has always been around her friends, never one to abandon them in the face of danger. Even after she joined the Wonderbolts, she never gave up a chance to go and hang out with them. Her life has always been devotion to those who loved her most. What happens when all those she stays close to slowly disappear, like the fading of a rainbow?

Here's a reading provided by Slashawar : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5K6fB9Y7Fs&feature=youtu.be

Pinkie Pie is normally your go-to for emergency and not-so-emergency parties, often throwing one for a simple greeting. Going all her life as a party pony, she has nothing else to live for but the party. So what happens when the last balloon is popped, the last gift is opened, and the last candle is blown out?

-NOTE**** This is NOT some messed up twisted Pinkie fiction!

Rainbow Dash has finally achieved her dream of joining with the Wonderbolts. But will this turn out to be a dream come true, or a curse? Follow her as she journeys across Cloudsdale and Ponyville in a story of riches, dreams, depression, but above all, love.

Special thanks to masonalcat for the editing help!

He had wished to be a pony himself. His name was Needle Wings, and this is his story. This is a story about love, hate, and above all, how someone can overcome all odds in the face of anger and oppression.

WARNING: To those brought here from Changing Flows, please know that this story is nowhere as well written as Changing Flows.