Megan had never felt anything so tense as the atmosphere in Dodge City’s town hall meeting room. It didn’t help much that Majesty had blacked out the windows so that a couple of the nox ponies could join, one of whom named Starfall immediately had gone to Gregory’s side to check on him. Megan noted the brief interaction, promising herself to ask Gregory about it later since the nox seemed to be very worried about him. The other nox was an older one who had dark maroon fur, dark emerald eyes, and dark gray mane and tail.

Majesty had brought two other guests, as well. Megan was on guard when she brought a lithess named Katherine Silverpaws, but when she saw the fourth guest, it took all of her self-control not to rush up and greet said guest eagerly. Young Spyke, although he was no longer young, was beside Majesty. He wasn’t as big as Gregory had described him, but he was also not as small as Megan remembered him being. He was about as tall as an average human, with a pair of wings behind him. However, the eyes were the giveaway. They held an age that no size changing spell or whatever was affecting Spyke could hide.

Majesty had brought a gift for everyone, five barrels of something she called rosewine. One was for Gregory, while the other four were for Celestia and Luna respectfully. She also brought roseberry fruits and seeds for the monarchs as well as small barrels of wine, fruit and seeds for the Williams siblings. Megan remembered roseberries from the Dream Castle garden and its surrounding private farm. Despite everything, she couldn’t wait to go and try planting the seeds back on Earth.

The delegation from the Badlands sat on one side of the table, Majesty sitting in the middle. On the other side of the table sat Celestia, Luna, Gregory, Megan, Daniel and Molly. The other members of Shadow Dawn had wanted to be there, but Gregory had talked them down. As it was, their group had one more member on their side. Celestia added that one good method of negotiation was to not make the other side feel outnumbered.

Megan sat next to Gregory, who himself was sitting next to Celestia, a placement the monarch had insisted on. Luna sat next to Celestia, and Daniel was next to Luna. Molly sat next to Daniel. Majesty, on the other hand, sat in the middle on the other side, with Spyke at her right hand side. Katherine was seated to Majesty’s left, and the two nox ponies sat on the end, with Starfall sitting as close to Gregory as possible despite being seated on the other side of the table. The light in the room came from a number of gas lamps hanging from the ceiling and candles at the table.

The table had been set with a decent assortment of food, all brought by Majesty and her group. A meatloaf that, despite the situation, made Megan’s mouth water, warm and freshly baked bread, salads, and a pot of stew that even ponies could safety eat. For their drinks, she had brought sweetened goat milk or ice water. After Celestia, Luna, and Sunset had confirmed that none of the food or drink was poisoned, they had accepted the food.

The meal was silent and tense, and Megan noted that Gregory in particular didn’t seem too hungry. Still, she observed that he did eat at least the meatloaf that had been prepared for him along with a half a bread roll and some butter. He never really took his eyes, which were full of suspicion and a slight hint of fear, off of Majesty as he ate slowly and methodically. Majesty didn’t seem to notice for a while, but when the meal was about to end, she looked over at him, her ancient purple eyes meeting his sapphire ones. “I understand that you are suspicious and…wary…of me, Mr. Graystone,” she said, and Megan detected a hint of regret in her tone, “and I am truly sorry for that. It was never my intention to cause you any mental or physical distress.”

“And yet, you did,” he snapped back, eyes flashing with repressed anger.

Instinctively, Megan reached over and put her hand on his. It had been something she’d done with her brother whenever he lost his temper in an effort to calm him down. Fortunately, it worked in Gregory’s case and he relaxed slightly. Majesty’s focus turned to her, and Megan saw an apparently genuine smile form on the ancient alicorn’s face. “Megan…I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” She dabbed at her eyes which had suddenly become full of tears. “I missed you. All of you.” She turned to Daniel and Molly. “Danny. Molly. You’ve all grown so much since I last saw you.”

“You’ve definitely grown something, too,” Daniel said sardonically, gesturing to her wings.

Majesty seemed to catch his meaning right away and she spread her white wings. “Ah yes, these,” she said with an amused tone, but Megan noted that the amusement didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Now I know how the pegasi and flutter ponies felt whenever they flew.” She flapped her wings, and Megan heard the telltale sound of the Utter Flutter coming from her wings.

“What happened to the flutter ponies?” Molly asked softly.

Majesty’s smile faded, then looked to the two nox ponies. With a surprisingly prehensile display, she pointed to Starfall and the other nox pony, a stallion named Brisk Night. “You’re looking at what they turned into,” she said, and Megan could definitely hear a sadness in her now serious tone.

“There’s a lot of history we’re missing, isn’t there?” Celestia asked.

Majesty then turned her attention to her fellow alicorn, her expression stern. “More than you could possibly imagine, princess,” she said.

Megan could practically hear the age coming from her old friend. Back in the day, she had sounded much younger and would even sometimes join in the play of the ponies of Ponyland. “What happened?” she asked in an empathetic tone. “What happened to you, Maj?” She used the old nickname that Majesty had reserved only for those close to her.

Majesty didn’t react right away, simply continued staring at Celestia. Finally, however, she looked at Megan. “Again, more than you could possibly imagine,” she said, and Megan heard a weariness in her old friend’s tone. One that spoke of age far beyond her comprehension. Celestia and Luna might have been eleven hundred years old, but from what Megan had managed to patch together, Majesty may very well have been close to or even somewhat over three thousand years old.

“I’m sorry,” Megan said softly.

“What?” Majesty’s ears flicked forward.

“I’m sorry,” Megan repeated, louder this time. She let her empathetic tone through, because she did mean it. Clearly, Majesty had been through a lot since she and the Williams siblings had last seen each other, and three thousand years was a long time.

Majesty gave a somewhat somber smile towards the woman. “Don’t be,” Majesty said. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t feel for you,” Megan said. “Same with Daniel or Molly.”

“She’s not wrong,” Daniel said, leaning toward Majesty, hands folded. “We love you, Majesty. We love Spyke, too. You two are a part of our lives in so many ways.”

Spyke sat up, his eyes wide and a small smile forming on his face. Majesty reached a wing over and put it around the ancient dragon warmly. “He is the only one from those warmer days who remembers everything. He carried me from my former captivity after I…escaped.” Megan saw the haunted look that briefly passed over her face before the serious expression returned. “However, we are getting sidetracked. We can relive old days later.” She turned to Celestia and Luna. “I believe it’s time we talked, ruler to ruler. Face to face. Mare to mare.”

“Of that, we can be agreed,” Celestia said with a nod.

Majesty returned the nod, then raised her horn. Her purple magic surrounded her horn, then a large faux leather bound book floated up and was set in front of Celestia and Luna. “Let’s start with this.”

The diarchs looked at the book, then back at Majesty. “What is this?” Celestia asked.

“A list of names of ponies who have committed crimes in Equestria,” Majesty said. “Serious crimes, with emphasis on abuse against nonponies, but not limited to those crimes. You would be surprised at the number of ponies who have gotten away with murder as the saying goes, some quite literally.”

Celestia and Luna exchanged looks of alarm before they used their own magic to open the book, flipping through the names. Their eyes widened as they read said names. Celestia spoke first. “Surely you can’t be serious,” she said.

“I am,” Majesty said, and then a wry look appeared on her face as she added, “and don’t call me Shirley.”

Megan couldn’t help herself. She snorted in amusement. Three thousand years later from Majesty’s perspective and she had not forgotten the joke from that Airplane movie that Daniel had used against her once. Daniel snickered as well as Molly. Gregory didn’t react as much, only widened his eyes in what looked like surprise. Celestia and Luna looked a bit confused, but then Luna’s eyes widened in realization. “Clever,” the dark blue alicorn commented, “but please be serious.”

Majesty shook her head with a wry smile. “If we don’t learn to laugh at ourselves, then what good are we? You were once the bearer of the Element of Laughter, were you not, Luna?”

“True,” Luna said without a hint of hesitation, “but I also know when to be serious.”

Majesty shook her head again, her smile never fading. “Very well, let’s be serious then,” she said. “What do you make of the list of names there?”

Celestia, who had quickly gone back to reading the list, sighed. “You need to realize that we need to confirm this,” she said, “and we need more than this as evidence. As of now, you’re only one source.”

“Oh, that I do understand,” Majesty said, “do what you need to in order to gather the evidence you need. I did list where you could find evidence.”

“Yes you did,” Luna said, “but how can we take your word on that?”

“Because she uses her enchanted mirror to scry everywhere,” Gregory said from beside Megan, his eyes boring a hole into Majesty’s soul.

Majesty turned slowly to Gregory and gave him a sad smile. “While that is true, and while I have used my mirror to view the crimes in question, according to modern Equestrian law, scrying spells can only go so far in a courtroom.”

“As they should be,” Celestia said. “We have to ensure the privacies of our little po-our subjects.” She corrected herself at the last minute, Megan noted. “You used that scrying spell as the only method of judging ponies.”

“Not so,” Majesty said. “Not all of them, I should clarify. For the ponies of Maretime Bay, their guilt was already on display for all the world to see. For the ponies in this town, there is evidence in the very existence and life circumstances of Gregory and in various town documents, specifically a sheriff's report about the incident of Gregory’s first attempt to make friends with ponies.” Here, she gave Gregory an apologetic look, then she continued. “What I did to the nobleponies has plenty of evidence in their own estate paperwork. Same with the business owner ponies, along with witnesses. And this one you likely don’t know about, but I had evidence against a former member of my inner circle, Opaline Arcana, who wanted to betray me and take over for her own selfish purposes.”

Gregory stiffened at the name, and Celestia and Luna both froze in alarm. Gregory was the first to speak. “Dark purple fur, silver and cyan green streaked mane, curved horn, alicorn of fire, and has a stick so far up her ass she might as well be shitting splinters?”

Majesty’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well, I knew that the other alicorns here knew about her, but how do you?” she asked.

Gregory’s face hardened. “That’s my secret,” he said.

The two looked at each other for a few tense moments before Majesty nodded. “Okay, that’s fair,” she said. She turned back to Celestia and Luna. “In fact, I’ve been keeping track of her movements since she ran. She should be here later today, if she keeps her current heading. You won’t recognize her, of course, since I turned her into a horse.” Majesty chuckled. “Listen to me, I’ve become a zebra shaman. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Back to the topic at hoof.”

“Indeed,” Celestia said, her surprise gone as she had quickly regained her royal calm. “What of your actions against the two ponies responsible for the death of Gear Turner?”

Majesty’s face turned hard with anger. “I will not tolerate that sort of action,” she said darkly, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees despite it being the middle of Equestrian summer. “Gear Turner was a peaceful stallion. He had his whole life ahead of him. He was young and looking to the future. Silver Bolt and Amber Song were stuck in the past. Even in his dying breath, he pleaded for no violence. Truly, he is, or was, more worthy of the title Noble than any of the sycophants who once were part of Equestrian nobility.” A look of sorrow passed over Majesty’s face. “Silver and Amber received just punishment. I didn’t take their powers, didn’t change their forms, merely made it so that they experienced the pain they caused others.”

“They have had to be committed to a care facility,” Luna said with a frown. “It may take them years to recover.”

“But they will recover, if they choose to face their guilt instead of what they’re doing now and avoiding it out of fear,” Majesty said.

There was silence again until Gregory, who must have swallowed something the wrong way, began to experience a coughing fit. Megan moved to pat him on the back, but Starfall was up from her chair first, moving to Gregory’s side, looking him over with worry in her eyes as she rubbed his back. “Are you okay?” the nox pony asked with a concerned tone.

Gregory nodded and gave the younger nox pony a smile before he reached out for his drink. Starfall grabbed it first and handed it over to the human, who took it and downed it. “Apologies,” he said.

Majesty, who had watched this interaction with curiosity, looked at Starfall. “You’ve grown quite attached to Gregory, haven’t you, my dear pony?” she asked.

Starfall looked embarrassed by this, but slowly nodded. “Y-You asked me to look after him, and I failed to make him feel welcome.”

“Don’t feel bad about that,” Megan said softly. As Starfall turned to look wide eyed at Megan, the human continued. “A guided cage,” and here she turned to Majesty, “is still a cage, no matter what.”

Majesty nodded somberly. “That was an error of judgment on my part. I wanted to keep Gregory safe, but I went about it in a rather hasty and foolish way.” She turned to Gregory with a sincerely apologetic look and inclined her head towards him. “I am truly sorry.” Gregory didn’t respond immediately, but eventually, he just nodded. Majesty then turned to Starfall. “Young Starfall, if you wish, you may enter into the service of Gregory Graystone, here.”

Gregory began to protest, but Starfall’s ears perked up, as did her body language. Her tail flicked slightly, something Megan knew had to be barely restrained anticipation. “I can?” The excitement couldn’t be hidden from her voice, however.

“If Gregory here allows it,” Majesty said.

Megan wondered if this was some sort of plan that Majesty had cooked up, but before she could speak up about her suspicions, someone else did. “How can we be sure you will not spy on her while she is with Gregory, or that she is some sort of plant?” Luna asked, eyes narrowed.

Majesty shook her head fervently. “If anyone who is a part of Sanctuary decides to leave, I give them only my hopes for a good life along with a sum of money and supplies for their solo journey,” she said. “A few have left, and I do not spy on them, as you put it. And besides, this is her choice along with Gregory’s.”

Starfall gave Gregory a hopeful expression, and Megan held back a smile. Ponies were incredibly cute when they wanted to be, and the puppy dog eyes that she was giving to Gregory would have broken any other normal man. But Gregory was no normal man, as Megan was quickly becoming quite aware of. He had shown hints of an inner playfulness with his teasing of Chrysalis and love for Dengal, but for the most part he kept his emotions in check. He was cold and calculating, with a hidden inner rage he submerged beneath false serenity. He turned to her, hands folded and placed in his lap. He looked down at her with that same stern face before he spoke after a tense minute. “We will see,” he said. “And by we, I mean Shadow Dawn.” He turned to Majesty with a hard expression. “No promises.”

Starfall looked a bit crestfallen by this, but she nodded. “I understand,” she said before slowly flying back to her seat.

“Don’t blame her for my own actions,” Majesty said. “I merely assigned her to be your personal maid. She’s the one who became quite attached to you. She was beside herself with worry and shame when you escaped. She blames herself for-”

“She shouldn’t,” Gregory said sharply, surprising Megan. Nobody interrupted Majesty back in Ponyland. “I said no promises, but if she does want to join me, she will have to convince not only me, but the rest of Shadow Dawn. We’re a team.”

Majesty looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow, then nodded. “That’s understandable. Now then, let’s get back on topic. Or rather, get to the heart of the reason I wished to see the diarchs of Equestria.” She turned to Celestia and Luna. “I believe I have made my displeasure with modern pony society quite clear. I have seen how ponies have deteriorated in their attitudes towards other races and even to each other in certain cases. Case in point, unicorn supremacy in Canterlot. In my time as queen of Ponyland, we had very good relationships with our neighbors. Humans, elves, gnomes, dragons, grundles, and more were allies of my kingdom. Sure, some among those races were antagonistic to us, but the vast majority were friendly. I’ve seen less interspecies friendships here than I ever saw back then. And I see that nothing substantial has been done about it in the years since ponies…‘united’…” and here she made air quotations with her hooves.

“I may have some explanation for that,” Megan said as she reached into her clothes and pulled out the Rainbow of Light. “A partial one, perhaps.”

Majesty stared at the Rainbow of Light placidly. “I thought I had felt a familiar magic permeating through Canterlot when I visited that second time,” she said. “You used it there.”

“I did,” Megan said, “and I used it here, too. Just like I’m going to use it again.” Before anyone else could say anything, she opened the locket. Once more, the brilliant rainbow light shot out from it. Megan watched as Majesty closed her eyes serenely, inhaling deeply. The other three closed their eyes as well, covering them as best as they could. The sound of ancient magic permeated the room. And the two nox ponies began to glow brightly before being lifted off of the ground, their outlines so brilliant that it looked as if they were made of light. The lithess covered her head with her paws, but otherwise was unaffected.

Just like in that Disney movie Beauty and the Beast, light shot out from the hooves and wings of the two nox ponies. The light from them was briefly brighter than that from the Rainbow of Light. Then, she watched as the two ponies slowly floated down towards the table, lying down on top of it. Megan snapped the Rainbow’s latch shut and stared at the two glowing ponies. Only, they weren’t nox ponies anymore. They had become flutter ponies.

Starfall was a pale blue mare with a pure white but windswept mane. Her cutie mark remained the same, and her wings were just like those of the flutter ponies Megan remembered, translucent rainbow colored butterfly styled wings which were glittering with the magic of Utter Flutter. The stallion, who Megan didn’t know, was bright green with a light brown mane and tail. Just like Starfall’s wings, his were the same rainbow styled butterfly wings with the magic of Utter Flutter flowing through them.

Starfall was the first to open her eyes. Groaning, she looked up, and ironically, her now revealed grayish-blue eyes locked onto Gregory’s own. She blinked a few times, then took stock of her surroundings. “What happened?” she asked.

Majesty, who was looking at the two new flutter ponies with a shocked expression, slowly smiled. “I can’t believe it…you’re back to your original race…”

Starfall turned towards Majesty, eyes wide with confusion. “Your majesty?”

Majesty chuckled, then lifted her horn. A mirror formed in front of the new flutter pony. “Take a look,” she said.

Starfall looked back at herself, and her eyes widened in alarm. In a rather horselike reaction of fear, she reared up, neighed, and stumbled back. Only to step over the table onto air and fall back right into Gregory’s lap. He caught her carefully. “Whoa, there,” he said softly, “it’s alright. Calm down. You’re okay.”

Starfall looked up to Gregory, wide eyed with fear. “I’ve changed, and you’re telling me that I’m okay?!” The terror in her voice was clear enough.

Before Gregory could reply, Majesty raised her horn and twirled it. Magic sprang from it and surrounded Starfall, making her float over back to her seat. “Young Starfall,” Majesty said, “you may have changed physically, but only because of the Rainbow’s magic. You are now a flutter pony.”

“But you told us that they were extinct…” Starfall said, still trembling with fear.

“They did,” Majesty confirmed, “and they were your ancestors. I don’t know what the demons did to your ancestors, but they must have cursed them to become nox ponies, unable to look at the sun again without extreme eye protection.” She raised her horn again and moved the curtains which covered the windows, Sunlight shone in, some hitting very near Starfall. “I tried everything I knew of to break this curse, but even I couldn’t do it. I’ve tried more recently, but nothing seemed to work.”

Starfall had covered her eyes with her new wings, but that had been fruitless. She did pause, however, when she looked up at the sliver of sunlight. Megan watched as the still nervous mare slowly approached the spot of light, reaching out to try and touch it. She hesitated a few times, then with a deep breath, touched it. She held it there, eyes wide in surprise. “So warm…” was all that she said.

Majesty smiled warmly at the new flutter pony. “Sunlight is definitely one of life’s many blessings that anyone could, and should, enjoy.” She shot the other two alicorns a somber look before she turned to Megan. “Megan,” she began, “would you be willing to visit Sanctuary and free the other nox ponies? Those who want to be free of the curse, that is?”

Megan leaned back, slowly putting the Rainbow of Light away beneath her clothes again. “I’ll have to think about it,” she said, “if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” Majesty nodded in agreement. “Anyway, back to the topic at hoof. You mentioned a partial explanation as to the ponies modern day abominable behavior towards other races?”

Megan nodded. “I’m sure you’ve seen the effects on the ponies of this town already,” she said. “When I used it here, a large majority who were stratadons turned into humans with pony magic. That was the condition you placed on their reformation, correct?”

Majesty nodded. “They will be spending time as humans once they realize their error,” she explained, “but then, they will regain more of their pony physical forms. They will be human shaped ponies. They will have hands and feet, but will also have their tails back, and their heads will be those of ponies along with their digestive systems. Like this.”

Majesty raised her horn and cast a spell which surrounded her. Her form glowed a bright purple and she seemed to grow. Her forehooves became hands, her back hooves became feet, and she grew to be about six feet tall. When she stopped glowing, she had indeed become a humanoid version of a pony. She was wearing clothes that Megan wouldn’t have found out of place at the local Renaissance Festival they went to every year. The newly humanoid pony mare leaned forward, folding her furry hands together. “I used this form quite often with my husband Chethan,” she said, a faraway look forming on her face before she refocused. “I could still eat what normal ponies ate, my magic wasn’t affected, and pegasi can still fly like this. Earth ponies will retain their strength and connection to nature. But Megan, what sort of change do you think could have affected my dear ponies?”

“Your late husband, may he rest in peace, and Frosty Shivers answered that,” Gregory replied before Megan could speak.

Majesty turned sharply to Gregory, eyes full of intrigue. “How so?” she asked.

“The demon’s created some deadly disease that turned anyone who was infected into what he called the walking dead, correct?” Gregory asked.

Majesty nodded, then her eyes slowly widened. “You think…”

“If the demon warlocks and witches, as King Chethan called them, could conjure a disease like that, then perhaps they conjured some sort of curse,” Gregory said. “A curse that has been passed from generation to generation, being diluted with every generation. It could explain why all three pony races were at each other's' throats for so long. Even in the beginning of Equestria, the tension between each race remained. Now, though, for the most part, that curse has been all but extinguished.”

“That does not excuse the modern-day society and their treatment of nonponies,” Majesty said firmly.

“No, it doesn’t,” Gregory agreed, “but it does explain it. At least partly. And what Frosty Shivers wrote about in her account explains their instinctive hatred and fear of humans. Ponies blame the humans of this world for the destruction of their original homeland. Think of it like some sort of genetic memory. Twilight Sparkle even turned Jason Wright away, knowing full well what he was.”

“But while most of Ponyville didn’t know what Jason was, Twilight Sparkle’s actions as a princess, an unworthy one at that, set an example for the rest that the creature she rejected wasn’t welcome,” Majesty concluded. “That was why all of those ponies were punished. All except the six main instigators.”

The room was silent for a moment as everyone digested the new hypothesis. Luna, however, spoke up. “Back to the topic of the changes to the ponies you made, if you can do this, then why not return them to being true ponies when you believe they have learned their lesson?”

Majesty turned to the ancient alicorn of the night, her expression now unreadable. “I love my dear ponies, Princess Luna,” she said, “and I want them to grow from their experiences. Remaining in this particular form is not meant to be a punishment of any kind. It is meant to be a reminder to be better. Ponies do tend to be forgetful, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

“But surely the trauma of being human, even temporarily, will be enough,” Celestia said, eyes narrowed at the first alicorn in existence.

“Can you be sure of that?” Majesty asked. “Can you be sure that they won’t slowly forget? I believe it was your former student who learned not to judge a book by its cover with a certain zebra mare, but then turned her back on that lesson when something non-pony shaped was involved.”

“This will cause a divide between ponies and the humanoid ponies, as you call them,” Luna argued.

“Then shouldn’t you enact some changes to make sure that the other nonpony races in Equestria are treated just as well as ponies are?” Majesty asked. “Also, they are still ponies. Surely, modern day ponies are not so foolish as to judge another pony for such a fur deep change like this, right?” She gestured to her own new form.

Celestia frowned at Majesty, and Megan realized that the latter had just made a jab at modern day ponies. However, the princess seemed to deflate a bit at this. “Surely, there had to be another way than this.”

“You both have had two years to make any kind of substantial change,” Majesty said. “Originally, I would have stayed out of it for a few more years, but things were deteriorating far too quickly. I had to act.” Her tone became earnest. “I am a strong believer in what Equestria could be, but as it stands now, Equestria is only a few years away from this.” She raised her horn and cast a spell. The blinds closed again, and a three-dimensional image appeared. This showed a pony town that could have been any town. The medieval architecture was familiar to Megan as it reminded her of what Ponyville had looked like in the cartoon.

But it wasn’t the town she focused on. It was the arguments that were being displayed. Ponies were shouting at each other. The voices began to become audible. Unicorns were insulting earth ponies, who in turn were hurling their own insults at pegasi, who in turn were calling unicorns elitist. They were ignorant of massive silvery horse shaped spirits that were swirling around overhead. Heavy snowfall began falling, and the ignorant ponies began to freeze in place, their faces eternally frozen in poses of hatred and distrust.

“The windigos…” someone said. Megan realized a few seconds later that it was Gregory.

“Correct, Gregory,” Majesty said. “They have made no moves yet, but if I didn’t make my move first, Equestria would be destroyed just like Ponyland and the other lands who fell to the demon horde. Still, my main reason is what I said it was.” Here, she locked eyes with Celestia and Luna, her eyes flashing with determination. “The reformation of ponykind.”

Author's Note

Just a copy and paste author's note from A Renewed Ending.

I'm going to try and go back and forth between my Endingverse stories and two other non-Endingverse stories each week, so this week will be the Endingverse stories and next will be two of my other stories. Variety being the spice of life and all. If that doesn't work, I'll go back to this and my other story once a week until they're done. I even have another Endingverse stories in production, but I won't do anything with that one for a while.