This story is a sequel to The Stereotypical Necromancer

The moon is still there, yet She is gone.

The sun hangs high in the sky; charred bodies lay piled beneath it.

Whispers cling to my hooves, pleading that I may yet somehow save us all.

But I am no hero. I am no great spellcaster that may move Equus to smother the Sun.

I am only a coward, and all I have is all that I know.

Maybe that is a kind of salvation.

Hiya! It's me! That... er... you know, that guy who... I think he wrote about ponies or something?

Anyways, today's the three-year anniversary of The Stereotypical Necromancer—everybody party—but to be honest, I didn't prepare anything in advance for this year. Suffice to say, I've been having a pretty bad series of days as of late.

So I took a look through my big folder of writing stuff for anything I could half-heartedly throw into the internetspace to celebrate, and my focus happened to land on an in-universe book I wrote for the future!

Problem is, this book spoils a lot of really cool plot details I intended on introducing way later on. What you're currently looking at is a small portion of the book that I went through and cherry-picked for neat stuff that wouldn't completely blow out any sense of narrative tension from the main story.

There's still some very intriguing things to be found within these short few pages, though. It's a day of celebration, after all!

A'course, if you don't want to spoil anything about Dark Magic, then you can feel free to ignore this for the time being. Sometime probably very far into the future, I'm going to make this book in its entirety available to the public. When that happens, it'll lose the Anniversary suffix, and the missing chapters in-between will be slotted in. I'll also probably erase this whole AN—or maybe I'll just shift it down and mark it as old.

Either way and regardless of anything I just said, happy birthday TSN!

also, fimfiction absolutely hates the cover art for whatever reason, so here is the high quality version

I have to go lie down now TvT

At first, no one had been all that worried. Annoyed, maybe, but it wasn't the first time she'd taken off without saying anything. All her friends just assumed she'd gone off to visit her old village, and that was that. She'd be back soon.

After a few days, Headmare Twilight left to check on her. When she came back, she said the ponies in Our Town hadn't seen Counselor Starlight since last month. That's when everyone started to get worried. Word got out. Ponies started to ask around.

It hadn't been until five days had passed that everycreature started looking for her.

Gosh, if only they'd started sooner, they might've been able to find her!

Hey, everyone! I'm- aw, who cares! This is a contest story! You don't need to know who I am or what I write; all you need to know is that this story was written for the Cozy Glow Short Story Contest #4! This was written for the 'Cozy's got a secret' prompt, and the genre/category is black. Grim. Dark. Awful stuff ahead.

I wrote an entry for... the contest before last, I think, right around the time that I started writing. Now, I'd like to say that I'm probably a bit better at my avocation by this point, but my intrusive thoughts won't let me! I'm gonna do my best, but I don't think I'll be able to top my last submission!

Afterthought: I procrastinated. I don't think this is as good. Shrug.

Anyways, be suitably warned of the content within this story! Gore, torture, and a heartless little filly doing the most awful things with a smile on her face ahead! I mean it. This is torture for the sheer sake of it.

We're going grimdark, folks! That is: Grim, Dark. Last warning!

Special thanks to an anonymous friend of mine who I like to bounce ideas for short stories off of! My mind's a swirling vortex of entropy, and without their occasional advice, this story would've been a lot blander!

Also, I stole an image from someone named vanillaghosties for the cover.

This story is a sequel to The Stereotypical Necromancer

Hello there and welcome, my favorite and most dedicated readers, to my celebration of The Stereotypical Necromancer's two year anniversary! Two years ago today, I began writing my overlong and worn-out recollections of a pitiful colt's reoccurring traumas!

I've been deliberating on what the best way to celebrate would be for a few anticipatory months now, and as today drew nearer, I hit upon a neat little idea. An idea I'd already had a little while ago, that I had put in my pocket for a rainy day.

Today is that rainy day! Today, I'll be presenting some of the discarded drafts I saved in the process of writing chapter 40! You can't ever escape it: chapter 40 will haunt us all until we die!

Nowadays, each disparate part of chapter 40 has been individually named, so any newer readers probably won't quite understand the pain we all feel. Anyone that's been around for a while will remember how tedious it all was, though. And now, whether you suffered through it yourself or not, you'll get to relive that experience! Lucky you!

I'm more glad than anything that chapter 40 is over, but there was a lot of intriguing stuff I cut in the interest of time, ironically enough. Some of these drafts are over a year old, and I don't even remember what they're about. It's gonna be a long, mortifying trip down memory lane.

I'll have some of the more notable drafts in single chapters, while consolidating some of the more disparate scraps into a collection. I'll also be sharing my thoughts and opinions on the content and why I might have cut it in the AN. It'll be fun to share a little bit of the background process of writing with you!

The naming format for chapters should be obvious enough, but inside the chapters, the top paragraph will noticeably be entirely italicized. If present, these beginning paragraphs should mark the published instance of what preceded the cut, so you can ctrl+f and find where we're picking up from, if you want. For your convenience!

Now, some of these drafts may contain ideas that may eventually make their way to actual chapters, and in those cases, I won't censor them. This is the anniversary, and I think anyone who's dedicated enough to care and to read these drafts in the first place will deserve to get a sneak peek into some ideas for the future.

And finally, I just want to give an additional thanks to all of you who read my garbage. Writing is the main source of stress in my life, but I've never had anything give me such a sense of profound purpose before. Seeing how others receive my works is my greatest source of joy in life, and I don't know what I'd do if I weren't writing.

Whether you've been here for a year or a day, you truly mean the world to me.

Let's look at some drafts.

There were no records. There was nopony left to say. There was no way to tell how long it had been since Chaos had taken the throne.

The sun set by His whim. The moon rose at His leisure. The earth itself could upturn in a second and transform into a swarm of bees; only if the bees weren't made of chocolate or the ground hadn't been upside down in the first place.

It could always be worse. The bees could explode, and sometimes they did.

That was only the world outside, though. That was only what lay outside of the safe, quiet forest where they lived.

But why would Celestia and Luna know about any of that, when their parents wouldn't ever let them leave?

Yeah, I dunno really where this one came from. I was just taking notes on some various pony things and some not-so-various story things, and I just kinda... got struck by some of the ideas I was having.

So, I put fingers to keyboard, and what you're about to read is what came out.

So, um... enjoy? I kinda like it, and I kinda want to make it a long-term thing. Hopefully I won't lose passion and abandon it like the others hahahahahahahahahaha

This story's more about the time period rather than the big bad chaos Himself, so, there's the premise. You're probably also gonna see my bent towards Luna, which I can't really help. Stick with me?

Warnings are redundant for now, but probably won't be someday. Tagged for safety, I guess. is that wrong i'm sorry

I stole the cover image from a guy named dimfann, I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

This story is a sequel to The Stereotypical Necromancer

Have you ever been reading The Stereotypical Necromancer and found yourself wondering: 'Gee, I wish there was even more dithering about in the daily life of this weirdo kid who constantly seems to be in some kind of crisis.'

Well now your itch can be firmly and painfully scratched! Look here for random little side things taking place in any time period I feel like! A chapter about Light as a child experiencing Nightmare Night! Backstory about Light's family! Awkward relationship dodging by a socially anxious kid who doesn't know better!

Anything you never really wanted! It's here! Read my stuff! Do it!

Oh, and obviously, you have to have read at least some of The Stereotypical Necromancer. Don't try to skip a step you weirdo.

Cozy Glow grew up somewhat differently from other fillies.

For one, she wasn't allowed to go outside. Father always said that it might give her the wrong idea; that it might give her unneeded hope.

Father said it would distract her from their goal.

Father said a lot of things, and Cozy knew that she had to obey anything and everything he said; because terrible things always happened when she didn't.

Father always said that she was his ticket to the kind of life he'd always deserved; that her training would make her a princess one day. That it was her destiny.

That might've been the reason why she drove a knife into his bleeding, miserable heart while he slept one night. Or maybe it was why she lit a stack of books on fire and didn't look back as the house burnt to the ground.

Maybe it was her destiny, or maybe she just got tired of watching that disgusting stallion live.

The why of it wasn't really important, though.

She was going to be a princess.

Hey hey, it's me! Taking yet more time away from my claim to lesser horse fame to bring you more experimentation! unless i haven't published that other story i'm working on, then this will be my first experimentation

Yeah, so, about this story. Cozy Glow is just about my favorite villain in the show, and I've wanted to write stuff about her since before I started writing. If you read all my work, then you'll know I already wrote a quick little thing for a contest 'bout Cozy, but that was just a test!

This is my real Cozy Glow story! Filled with death, tragedy, and more un-childlike actions than is recommended for even the most heartless of children!

Except for Cozy.

I don't really know where I'm gonna take this or how long it's gonna be; I just know that I wanna write some stuff about Cozy manipulating and maybe murdering ponies in their sleep! Because I'm a sick fuck who thinks that's the coolest!

The following material contains the most cheesy, grimdark, edgy writing I'll be able to think of! Unless I talk myself out of that due to literary integrity, but hopefully I'll lose that sometime soon!

In her short life as a plotting, scheming, all-around nefarious little ball of hatred and mania, Cozy Glow had investigated many different ways of making herself more powerful. Amulets, artifacts, magical weapons and more; there were few options left to her that weren't contingent on having a stupid horn on her head.

It wasn't long after infiltrating the School of Friendship that she heard rumors about the pool.

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Hey hey there friends and strangers alike! You may know me from such classic works as- actually wait, you don't care. The only thing that matters here is that this is my second story ever, and it was written for the 2021 Cozy Glow Short Story Contest #2!

It took me a while to figure out the kind of story I wanted to make, but in the end I just decided to follow my heart. My black, twisted, tragedy-loving heart.

This is an afterthought added weeks after I wrote this, but I think I can sum this story up pretty succinctly. I wrote an old school grimdark fic.

Oh, and if you couldn't tell yet, this was obviously made for the mirror pool prompt.

Ever since he was a foal, Light Flow had always known he was destined to be a villain—but not just any villain; no, he wanted to be a Necromancer.

He had always been obsessed with reading fiction stories about the forbidden practice of Necromancy, and much to his delight, his cutie mark spelled his unavoidable destiny as a member of his oh-so revered profession!

But Necromancy is extremely taboo, and very illegal. Equestria hadn't even seen a genuine Necromancer since the times of the fabled Nightmare Moon.

Substituting joy for dread, Light Flow knew that he would have to hide his especially special talent at any cost. Whether in his daily, mundane life as a bookish nerd, or in the heat of extreme danger.

Good thing he doesn't have any friends, right?

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I have deleted the old AN in favor of a new one.

Hello all! If you don't know me, then good! I'm a stranger, and it'd be weird if you knew who I am!

This is my first story, and basically my first experience writing something long-term. To that end, the beginning of the story is a bit rough, but I grew as a writer somewhat significantly as time went on, so it doesn't stay quite as bad!

The story itself has somewhat wavered from goal to goal as I argued with myself about what I wanted from it, though I eventually managed to settle. In its current state, it's mostly managed to stick to a strange blend of comedic tragedy interspersed sporadically with magical jargon and slice of life.

An added warning due to justified complaining: this experience can be very subdued. Not for the easily bored or angered. Personally, I tend to use Background Pony as a benchmark for a person's capability to withstand words.

Prepare yourself for lots of rants and barely coherent plot-threads!

Also i'm an idiot who probably tagged wrong.

Also i'm a bad person who stole a Jargon Scott image for the cover. (And then a wonderful person named Adin Terim edited it <3)