Presently
Celestia finds Luna reading a particular book, and takes umbrage at some of the historical falsehoods it has perpetuated.

700 years ago. . .
It should have been simple enough; take the mailmare's letters and deliver them herself. The only pony within the region was an insane little exile, and the winter breeze would serve as a pleasant distraction from the plethora of other issues confronting her as a diarch-made-monarch.

Of course, then everything went straight to Tartarus.

A hopeful little story about life and death.

Cancelled, as of 9/22/2017, but really, this story died around the time my computer caught on fire.