Lyra's been getting sick of Ponyville. Well, not exactly, she's been getting sick of the looks she gets as she walks down the street.

Yes, she's a necromancer. Yes, necromancers are vilified for a reason. But she's a good one dammit! She's proved that more than once. It'd be nice for ponies not to stare at her like she's about to start cackling maniacally and raising her undead army.

Not that it's all bad. She has Bon Bon and other friends who accept her for who she is, but it would still be nice to be accepted by ponies who aren't necessarily her friends.

But that's impossible right? Well, according to a visiting disillusioned Vestal, maybe not.

In the cursed Blueblood estate, the only thing that matters is if you can fight. Bounty Hunters work alongside former targets, Crusaders for Celestia shield Abominations and heretics from harm. If you can kill monsters, you're welcomed with open arms. No matter your species, appearance, beliefs, history, or methods.

It's just the sort of acceptance Lyra's been looking for. As long as she isn't killed or driven into madness.

Heavily inspired by The Necromantic Adventures of Lyra Heartstrings by SaintAbsol. NOT CANON with that story. I'm not nearly good enough for that to happen.