26 Short Stories of Equestria

The throne room inside the castle of friendship was packed.

Everyone who’s ever been called by the map are all in there, cutie marks (and scales) glowing, meaning potentially a friendship quest.

“So let me get this straight. It appears that everypony-“

“And dragon!” Spike interrupts Twilight.

“And dragon, that’s been called before is being called now by the map again. But why?”

“We don’t have the slightest clue either.” Applebloom speaks for her friends.

“Me neither.” Starlight says next.

Then just now, all of their marks appear on the map, all twelve hovering over what looks like an old, rickety wooden shack, its location in a barren, grass field somewhere between the White Tail Woods and Vanhoover.

“Well, that explains... something.” Fluttershy says.