Trixie has gained national... um... fame? I suppose more ponies would call it notoriety, but it really is quite relative if you think about it. Anyway, Trixie Lulamoon is known all across Equestria for telling the most fantastical tales, preforming the most incredible magic shows, and being the most self centered, power hungry, show off in all the land! Now, Trixie is all for the fame, but a mare has got to eat, and apparently ponies don't like to hire someone who managed to take an entire town captive, molest its citizens, and walk away a free mare without so much as an apology for punishment... someponies just don't know how to look past the surface I suppose. So, in order to start a new beginning, and find some actual freedom from her past, she has traveled far and wide to find... uh... just start reading already, would ya?

(Third person. Pony on Earth. A bit of warning, some parts may seem serious, but they are not. If you read this fic, and start to take things seriously you will either be offended, disappointed, or have the time of your life. This fic was made so I could have fun, and entertain others that like something a bit different than the usual HiE fics.)

The griffon king screws up. He found an ancient artifact, and ended up summoning a very strange creature into the magical world of Equis. Lucky for him, the creature was in a coma. After a year, the creature starts to stir, and the king decides it would be a good Idea for a lonely griffon by the name of Gilda to show this creature around its new world.

(A first person fic focusing on a tracuer, somebody who does Parkour or Freerunning, and his journey through the politically hostile land of Equestria, and its surrounding Nations. A fair warning, it is a strong possibility that there will be a few grammar mistakes, but I will do my best to minimize that. Please comment, and critique. I welcome both positive, and negative view points, and please enjoy.)

Hey, my name is Lyra, Lyra Heartstrings. I just inherited my grandparents whole estate, wealth, and all. Now, that's a good thing right? No. You see, I am required to move into the mansion for at least three months so I can get all the bits they had, which I would normally be fine with, but... the mansion just so happens to be located on the outskirts of a town called Ponyville... the most social, fun loving place in Equestria. That's all well, and good... the social, and the what not... for a normal pony, but I'm antisocial, antagonistic, and I just hate being around other ponies in general.

( First person fic as Lyra. A parallel story to Living with the music. You won't miss much if you do not choose to read the other story, save for the occasional cameo, but I do recommend reading it anyway.)

I am... I really don't know. I just woke up, lying down in the middle of an ally in some kind of a city. I don't remember anything, my name, what I look like, and even how to walk! The only thing I remember is how to talk...and I... I guess I'm just scared.

Dash goes fast, to fast thanks to a new invention of Twilight's, and finds her self in a new world filled with interesting creatures. She then finds one of these creatures offering assistance, but what she doesn't know is that this creature has a set of talents that makes him very valuable, and a prime target for the less pleasant beings on this new world.