The worst of winters for Twilight becomes an unexpected quest to find the unknown. Missing from the Canterlot gardens, the stone statues were stolen one night. Discord may be released again, and that thought becomes the worry of the unicorn.

But, there are other tales that haven't been told. The princesses worry about something bigger standing behind the spirit of chaos, something that was sealed to prevent the total anarchy of nature from growing.

The remaining elements of harmony, guided by the moon travel to the outsides of Equestria to know what are the plans of the Draconequus.

(the story is one of my first works of prose literature. Understand that i accept any suggestions for improvement or changes)