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World Without Rainbows 30

Act III - The Grandfather Paradox
Part 12: Those Who Would Deny Fate

Nightmare Moon basked in the glow of her victory. And then she asked her next question. “Would you perform a Sonic Rainboom for me?”

Rainbow was blindsided by the question, although she shouldn't have been. Of course Nightmare Moon still wanted her to perform a Sonic Rainboom. She was the only one alive who could. And since it had the power to create an easy passage from one world to the other, that made her powerful. And Nightmare Moon would do everything possible to squeeze that power from her.

Loyalty is a finicky thing, Rainbow Dash. It asks us to mWorld Without Rainbows 30in Fan Works

World Without Rainbows 29

Act III - The Grandfather Paradox
Part 11: Our Lives and Our Freedom

Three sets of eyes settled on the alicorn. Nightmare Moon grinned cheekily as she eyed each one of them, giving them a solid examination while offering her most intimidating and bemusing smile. Rainbow Dash and Rarity exchanged a fearful glance, while Orange refused to look at anything, keeping her head hung low and her eyes shut tight.

Nopony spoke. Nightmare Moon, bothered by the silence, growled softly between her clenched teeth to fill the void.

“I know you're all thrilled to see me,” she told them mirthfully, “but please, don't everypony talk at World Without Rainbows 29in Fan Works

The ScratchI thought that remembering was a gift. The ability to see what nopony else can see, to feel that sense of wonder and hope that nopony else can feel, I always thought that ability would be my salvation, and the salvation of all of Equestria.

How foalish I was. I now see what lies before me, the burden that has been placed on my shoulders, and my shoulders alone. And now I realize the true meaning of my talent, the cost that I must pay, and only I can pay. Nopony can help me in the quest. I must go into the darkness alone.

--The Storyteller's Final Tale

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From her seat on top of the The Scratchin Fan Works

Bubble Berry: Be a Man!

The Great and Powerful Presto sat in the middle of Ponyville Park, watching the bustle of the other ponies as they began their day. A brown-coated mare wearing a bowtie passed just feet away, and she stopped, sniffing the air confused.

"Just keep walking, lady," muttered Presto under his breath. "The Great and Powerful Presto does not have time to deal with no-name ponies like you." Eventually the mare gave up and continued on her way. Presto sighed in relief. He'd forgotten that the invisibility spell couldn't mask scent. If he'd been discovered, he would have had a difficult time explaining what he was still doing in Ponyville when, Bubble Berry: Be a Man!in Fan Works

World Without Rainbows 28 Part 2

Up in the air, Rarity was almost tempted to believe that things were finally back to normal. Granted, she had never ridden a pegasus before, but for the first time in weeks, she was no longer surrounded by reminders that she was in a strange and uncannily eerie land.

"Where to now?" asked Rainbow Dash, reminding them of their situation. "We need to regroup."

"The farm, then," said Rarity. "Seems as good a place as any. Applejack should be there."

Rainbow snickered. "You think you're up for seeing Applejack?" she asked.

"Of course!" proclaimed Rarity, confused and offended. "Why wouldn't I... oh." Her voice lowered, her cordiality bWorld Without Rainbows 28 Part 2in Fan Works

World Without Rainbows 28 Part 1

Nopony dared move. They were stuck, frozen in time, a still frame in a dead city. Without the sun to mark the passage of time, Applejack begin to wonder if this would last forever, and how she would know if it had.

"Let's just make sure we're all understanding each other," said Trixie, desperately trying to come up with a plan. "If any of you make a move, Applejack loses her head. And I expect that if that happens, I will lose mine shortly afterward. In the common interest of keeping our lives, I trust you won't do anything stupid."

"But apparently we can talk, right?" said Pinkie Pie.&World Without Rainbows 28 Part 1

World Without Rainbows 27

Act III – The Grandfather Paradox
Part 9: Entrapment

Familiarity is in the details, Applejack realized as she waited at the door to the large library-tree. When she had visited Braeburn in Appleloosa to deliver Bloomberg, the taste of her family's signature apple pies had been enough to make her forget that she wasn't in Ponyville anymore. Even when she had moved to Manehattan, her aunt still had enough retained habits of their old life to give a semblance of home, at least enough to make it uncanny. Maybe that was why Feng-Shui worked, she wondered. It wasn't about the actual layout, but the pony that chose the layout feeling comfWorld Without Rainbows 27in Fan Works

World Without Rainbows 26

Act III – The Grandfather Paradox
Part 8: Masquerade

"Ooh, how's your scar doing?" asked Pinkie Pie.  "Gilda really did a number on you when she attacked you in the library."

The intent of the question was fairly obvious to her.  Too obvious.  "What are you talking about, Pinkie?" answered Trixie, trying to provide enough inflection to sound genuinely befuddled.  "Gilda found us in the mountains, near other me's secret base.  It was Silver Shield that was hiding in the library."

She thanked Madame Orange's detailed spoilers for helping her to answer the question.  Trixie hadWorld Without Rainbows 26in Fan Works

World Without Rainbows 25

Act III – The Grandfather Paradox
Part 7: All that Never Was

Itchy nose.

Weak hip.

Burning stomachache.

Pinkie stopped breathing and shuddered as the chill passed over her, the one symptom not caused by her Pinkie sense. Not directly, at least. The dread knotted inside of her as she began frantically scanning her surroundings for anything askew.

She was in the lower bed of the spare bedroom she had been sharing with Rainbow Dash at the Buraq Flight Academy. The private school hadn't even been on the original list of locations to search for the other Rainbow Dash, but the more they had dug, the more World Without Rainbows 25

Strange ReflectionsI couldn't do it. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, a sudden wave of what-ifs, doubts, and alternative solutions bowled me over. So many things needed to be said, but none of them wanted to be first. They all depended on one another, tightly interwoven in a net of insecurities, a net that I had been forming for quite some time now and which, finally complete, was determined to squeeze the life out of me until there wasn't anything left.

It shouldn't be this tough, I told myself. You're strong. A ferocious beast. A dragon. A real man.

And then I remembered how none of that was true at all.

I looked across the room, trying my absolute hStrange Reflections

World Without Rainbows 24

Act III - The Grandfather Paradox
Part 6: Everything Changes

Apples.

Apples and cabbages and sweet potatoes and corn.  The crate in Pumpkin Custard's shed was filled with food, but it wasn't the meager shriveled product of most of their farming.  Instead, Rarity was staring at the cream of the literal crop, the small fraction of their food that grew to be virtually unblemished.

"Why in Equestria is this in your shed?" she asked the stallion.  "You better have a really good explanation for this."

Custard didn't answer.  He knew better than to lie; no fake excuse could possibly be plausible enough toWorld Without Rainbows 24in Fan Works

World Without Rainbows 23

Act III – The Grandfather Paradox
Part 5: Crusade

Rarity strained as she set the crate down in the cargo bay. They didn't need to pack much for the journey to the pole, but food was still a necessity. Unsurprisingly, it consisted of mostly oranges, but other assorted fruits and vegetables were mixed in as well.

At least Twilight wouldn't succumb to scurvy. And speaking of Twilight, Rarity wondered where the unicorn had wandered off too. She had been helping them load up and refuel the Mooncatcher, along with her döppleganger, but she had vanished before they were complete.

Taking a quick break from the exertion, RaritWorld Without Rainbows 23

TMDG - Recalling What Has Yet To come (1)[nebularOedipus created journal entry "Recalling What Has Yet To Come"]

Greetings, aliens! If you're reading this message (and I really really hope that you are), it means that there just might be a chance for us after all.

My name is Twilight Sparkle. My friends and I are the last six surviving members of our race. Of our planet, even. All others were destroyed by the spell we call "PASTR". We have reason to believe that the coding for this spell may exist on your planet as well. In fact, it very likely exists on every planet, waiting for the foolhardy group that decides to decipher its contents before it bombards the planet relentleTMDG - Recalling What Has Yet To come (1)

Steam - Part 13 by MeChapter 13: Into the Flames
Written by: Uber

Zero felt like his vision had been narrowed to a small cone. Damn Markus, for doing what he did. Damn Min, for not noticing. Zero hated them both. The soft words, the smiles, everything about the two of them fanned a fire inside the boy. It was a fire that Markus had set deep within him and was being rekindled furiously.

Zero wandered, following a path but not understanding where it would lead. The cone bent sideways, directing him to a door in the side of the hallway. A small sign on the door read: "Markus Finch, Physician." Not that the sign was necessary. It was a staff of less than a dozen;Steam - Part 13 by Me

World Without Rainbows 22

Act III - The Grandfather Paradox
Part 4: Allegiances

Dinner consisted of quiche lorraine, baked in rosemary flatbread and stuffed with chives and ricotta cheese. Only the faintest scent of garlic crept through, overwhelmed by the aroma of the adjacent honeybread and the chana masala, which was peppered with apple spice, a combination Rarity was afraid would turn out dreadfully mismatched but ended up going quite well together. Finally, a salad of spinach, mushrooms, strawberries, and shaved almonds adorned the side, joined by large goblets of wine. It was one of the most magnificent meals Rarity had ever laWorld Without Rainbows 22

Steam - Part 12 by MeChapter 12: The Chariot of Chrysippus
Written by: Uber (me)

The room was far too dark for Stephan to see clearly. He knew that he was in a wide-open space, but the shadows that hung inches from his face, pushing up against him, seemed to speak otherwise.

Fear of the dark simply meant to be claustrophobic in an open area.

Stephan stood at the edge of a pit, stretching down into the earth and reaching impossible depths. From below, a foul wind rose, brushing against the illusionist's arms.

Stephan laughed at the sound of the wind. Its various changes in pitch, all in time with some otherworldly rhythm, gave it a sort of musical quality. FrSteam - Part 12 by Me

A World Without Rainbows

A World Without Rainbows - Act I: The First Breach

Chapter 1 - Entrada

"Twilight Sparkle."

The voice carried authority. It was the voice of a pony who had the situation under control, who knew what she was doing at all times, almost laughter in the face of peril. But it was also an honest voice, one of compassion and loyalty, one whose softness came not from weakness, but from kindness. It was a magical voice. Most of all, it was a voice of royalty, and it spoke again.

"Twilight Sparkle," said Princess Celestia. "Pray tell, what do you think you are doing?"

In the middle of the largeA World Without Rainbowsin Fan Works

Reflections - Euyn's StoryThe city of Festival was known for its exuberant atmosphere, the buzzing excitement that seemed to be nestled deep within all who stayed there. It was unburdened by the troubles faced by the towns in the eastern edge of the country, the inevitable approaching conflict with the neighboring Etheria. Festival was also lacked the troubles of the lower-class farmers of the south, and it held an almost perpetual glee. This fervor would often manifest itself in a new fashion or another of the town's namesakes. While some cities would export crops, or the more industrial ones would develop weapons or alchemical engines, Festival was a tourist attReflections - Euyn's Story

Steam - Part 11 by MeChapter 11: The Inner Sanctum, Defiled
Written by: Uber (me)

I'm going to let you in on a secret.

There's no such thing as time.

When you sit alone, how do you know that time passes? Maybe the clock moves. Maybe you get hungry or thirsty. Maybe the sun goes down and leaves you in the dark. That's how it worked in ancient days. People believed in time because they could see the sun go around the earth.

But what if they couldn't? If you can't see change happening right in front of your eyes, you can't prove that time exists. Ironically, once you stop believing in time, you have loads of it to spare and nothing to do with it but think. AndSteam - Part 11 by Mein Steam

Steam - Part 10 by MeChapter 10: Catch Me, I'm Falling
Written by: Uber

Jasper Felklot and Amy Tang were two halves of a greater whole; their reflections in each other produced a peculiar symmetry. They had spent most of their lives together; they thought the same thoughts; they strove for the same ideals. This was what Jasper had always known to be true and what Amy now believed to be a lie that she herself had fabricated. For two years they were separated. They had been reunited with just enough time to die.

How interesting, the Center mused. Together they lived. Together they had fallen. Together they died.

The Center should have given those rings more creSteam - Part 10 by Mein Steam

Steam - Part 8 by MeChapter 8: The Spoken Word
Written by: Uber (me)

There was resounding thunder as the pair stormed down the narrow hallway, four bots striking the tiles strongly and repeatedly. At the door, Jasper let himself fall, bracing himself against the wall to keep from landing on the ground. "I think we lost them," he managed to wheeze in between his panted breaths.

Next to him, Amy simultaneously choked and giggled. The end result was an awful lot of asphyxiation. "I'll admit it, Jasper," she said. "I don't think I've ever seen anybody run that fast." The air around them seemed thick and heavy, and both felt extremely light headed. Whether this reSteam - Part 8 by Mein Steam

Steam - Part 5 by MeChapter 5: The Road to Hell
Written by: Uber (me)

Jasper drew his sword and advanced on the target. As a single stroke separated the straw man's head from its body, Jasper spun, deftly flinging a dagger into the heart of the second target. He paused in front of the third, pretending to parry the strikes that never came. The young recruit closed his eyes, refusing to recognize the bundle as its true shape. It was the quivering form of an Aeolian, bent and broken. Jasper visualized his blade piercing the pale flesh.

The third head rolled off.

For a moment there was silence. The remainder of the troupe watched obediently, trying to decipher Steam - Part 5 by Mein Steam

Steam - Part2 by MeChapter 2: Children of Eden

Jasper had always admired the way the light reflected off the brass domes of the capitol. With its glistening paved roads and towering spires, the city of Eden was fully deserving of its title of "Paradise on Earth."

Assuming, of course, that you didn't actually live there. To a tourist, the streets were the shining diamond in the crown of an already magnificent region. To Jasper, it was just noise.

Even as the sun began its downward arc, the main streets were still crowded. The entire distance to the Great Hall was lined with stalls, each manned with a vendor trying to unload his own variety of good. A shirtlesSteam - Part2 by Mein Steam

RetentionRetention

I sold my soul to the Devil at a crossroads
He smiled, he laughed, he said, "What will it be?"
I asked him if he knew why bad things happened
To those who lived good lives
With Jesus by their side
And they believed

He said that he could tell me all the secrets
But they would cost much more than I could ever pay
I said, "My mama told me I was special."
He said, "Perhaps you have forgot,
But don't you know that's what
They always say?"

'Cause the people of the world
Are like snowflakes in the wind
Does it really matter if they're all different or the same
If you live your life alone
Then the flakes are hard to find
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