Discord mysteriously finds a book cataloging every magical artifact and phenomon in existence. He thinks Twilight would like it. She does.

Equestria now faces a new threat. One that's older, wiser, and more powerful, than any it's ever faced before.

King Sombra awaits his demise. Not with sorrow, but with glee. For he will rise again, and just his shadow will blot out the sun.

Ponies say that there's always tomorrow, but what does that mean to beings like Discord and Celestia? Who have lived for thousands of tomorrows, and will live to see thousands more?

In a cave that is neither here, nor there. An exile ponders his life (contains my oc!)