Celestia had been working on a plan, a centuries-long plan, and nothing is going to change that. Nothing at all, not a new creature in her kingdom with a strange tongue and even stranger music, not at all.

Carlos is in a strange place where horses are purple and green, talk English and have a high sugar tolerance. At least he has his house with him.

My take on the HIE fic archetype with my personal touches and venting. Is going to be personal, is going to be crude, is going to be musical but I hope you like my work.

When i was expecting the final rest after giving my life for my loved ones , I wake up in a extrange and colorful world stuck in a strange and colorful body. And for more grief, im a child . But two kind musicians mares take me in their lives and a second and happier life began