"Blacksmith's children are not afraid of sparks." This is the proverb a once young smith took to heart millennia ago. Now, The Lonesome Smith has lived a long, long life, and lived up to his many, many names, especially the first.

Where am I? Wait, what? I'm a Queen?! HOW THE FUCK-?!

She was all I had. She was all I wanted. Now, she is lost to me. Raped beyond reason, and long dead. To herself...and to the world. And soon...they will all be dead to the world too.

The Cutie Map has called Rainbow Dash and Applejack to the Blue Mountains for a friendship problem. In hindsight, it could have chosen better.

"You get one shot to make it out alive. I took the shot...and it changed me."

Time is a funny thing for Forossa Gladfield. She's seen many wither and die, and many die before her own hands. Yet, she has never once aged. Little has changed for her since she arrived in this galaxy of eternal war. But...Time is a funny thing.

I am an outcast. A freak. I live in the wilds, beyond society, the society which shuns me as a harbinger. Now, I can only repeat my grandfather's words. "I live death."

A trade. That's all it was. A simple pack of cigarettes for a shiny new cellphone. Sadly, I didn't read the fine print.

Two universes gone. Two former homes destroyed. Two survivors left to tell the tales. Now dropped in yet another universe in the hopes that it will not meet the same fate, Asala and Arlais must once again try to survive.

"Blood and bone, among the gold. Blackened stone, island old. Withered spires, made for learning, ancient ire, shadow yearning. Dig deep, for ambitions bold, dig deep, for riches old."

A young man one day comes to possess a strange pencil. Little does he know it bears certain...properties.

Equestria has changed. An aeons old prophecy fortold a calamity beyond reckoning, and when the Mirror reacts to a calendar few recall... War shall be inevitable.

Dwarves have finally come to the land of ponies.

Ever since I got here, in this "Equestria," things have been weird. My target, for one, was oddly friendly. Her friends and fellow ponies were just odd, always trying to coddle me or something else. Ugh, I can't wait for this mission to be over.

I used to be human. Then I met the Merchant. My skin rotted, my hair fell out, my eyes became pits. But the best part? I became immortal.