Trixie Lulamoon’s head hung low. Blood dripped from her nose, and her eyes crossed a little, but she forced them straight and gritted her teeth, willing her magical ward to hold for another few seconds as the maddened townsponies charged it. Continue reading
Twilight Sparkle returned to awareness, drifting through a luminous, aqua-colored void. Continue reading
Lyra’s hooves pounded the road in a desperate, mad clattering, her nerves accelerating her pace every minute. What if she was too late? That would be a terrible irony, if she of all ponies couldn’t make it in time. It wasn’t for nothing that she’d won Running of the Leaves three times in a row. She was young, toned and healthy, and her tendency toward nervous energy had always translated to the most natural activity for a pony: to run. Continue reading
Rainbow Dash blasted across the sky, a deafening prismatic boom following in her wake. Continue reading
“How are you feeling, honey?” crooned Fluttershy, bending solicitously over Pinkie Pie who lay in bed, looking ragged and exhausted. Continue reading
Fluttershy fully intended to be the first pony awake at Sweet Apple Acres, so she could speak to Rainbow Dash about what she’d seen. She’d risen before dawn, and flown alone through the last minutes of night so she could arrive at the farmhouse before even the Apples were awake. Continue reading
Rainbow woke. It was dim. She wondered if it was morning, or just afternoon. She wondered what sort of horrible pony would ask herself a question like that. It was no wonder Applejack had given up on her and wandered away. She’d have given up on herself, with relief. It was strange that Applejack had, though… Continue reading
“Applejack? Could I have a word with you?” said Twilight, rearing and putting her hooves on the fence. Continue reading
“Well, there they go,” said Trixie. Continue reading
Rarity stepped nervously towards Twilight Sparkle’s kitchen table, glancing around, her horn glowing as she carried a needle, thread, and cloth. Continue reading
“Well, if I can’t have a cape, you should at least let me have a mask!” protested Lyra. Continue reading
Thousands of feet in the air was a really terrible place to be told that. Continue reading
Granny Smith would not leave her room. She would not speak to her family. Continue reading
“Do you still think we should… you know?” whispered Sweetie Belle, peering around the Crusader clubhouse. Continue reading
“Luna! Oh, Luna! It’s not going to work, just let me stay with you forever, please?” Continue reading
“Twilight, darling?” Continue reading