A record of the beasts that roamed Luna's night, preying on the weak and innocent. And of the legacy of the last pony called by Luna to fight for her, and the night.

One more glass passes my lips, washing away the pain I felt. But it would return as soon as the numbness of the drink faded.

Harmony never dies...

I was so happy when I was told my best friend was gonna be a princess... but... after the coronation... I realized just how bittersweet this really was....

Technically, the 3rd Echelon doesn't exist...

She's loved him for some time now. His deep, gentle voice, his figure, his patience, and he was jus

Do not judge! I do not choose to be a monster...

Sometimes the best prayers answered are the ones we don't ask for...

Why can they not see that it is beautiful?