Celestia was a filly living on an isolated farm and harboring dreams of greatness. Chrysalis was a black goo poured out from a wound in the walls of reality and with a weak grasp on the amount of fangs one should have. Friendship happened.

Another day, another failed assault on Equestria. Now poor Chitin has to report to Chrysalis and be the bearer of bad news. Such things had the tendency to be unhealthy if one wasn't lucky. Chitin didn't feel lucky at all.

Sometimes it takes more than Flugelhorns and Crystal berries to heal old wounds.

Celestia made many enemies through her long reign, and some are still waging war on her. It is time for Twilight to become involved in something far older and more complex than she thought. And with far more whipped cream too.

The leading equestrian intellectual elite meets once again to discuss the state of the cultural discourse, there may be blood.

Zecora may lead a peaceful life now, but her story began once upon a time, in a far away land, amidst blood and treachery.

After a decade apart, Luna and Twilight meet again in an old tavern, trying to keep the loneliness of an empty world at bay. During a night of strong drinks and remembrance they share stories and musings while a storm rages outside.

In a world where Discord won, a colt and his family will embark on a perilous journey.

Fate is a chain trapping those who know the future. A chain Twilight intends to break.

An unexpected customer comes in with a cumbersome commission at the end of a long day of work. Rarity is tempted to simply say no, but something piques her curiosity. This calls for a story. And tea.

Jet Set has opinions, and nothing, neither common sense nor decency, will stop him from proclaiming them in the court.

Resting under a tree, dozing in the shadow, an old dog meet three young and curious fillies.

When Rarity had been young, she had drunk her tea with at most a pinch of sugar. Things changed.

The best traditions are those built by oneself. Such as the one Sunset was looking forward to while scurrying through the dark, empty school. The light coming from one of the offices was a surprise, though.

Theater has changed. Princess Luna has not.