Sunset's had enough. All the hate aimed at her on a daily bases for a crime she never even committed finally pushed her to the breaking point. When she finally decides to end the pain, a former victim of her cruelty becomes her savior. Now the battle to gather what little remains of Sunset's heart has begun, and with her new friends at her sides, will she be victorious or will Anon-a-miss finally break what's left of her?

Advance, lunge. Retreat. It's about speed, but no one can run away. Sunset never thought she'd get the chance to show how far she had come, not in this. Her friends were by her side and they'd always be the greatest change in her life, but this was important too.

Changing bodies when she crossed over to the human world was hard enough. It was a challenge to write, and even harder to learn how to play the guitar. But this sport, fencing, felt nigh-impossible to master. But that was years ago.

Feint, disengage, lunge for the feet. Every time it's a lunge, firing the body like a magic blast from a unicorn's horn, only stronger. Every time she could feel the impact. The bending steel, it spoke volumes about how good the hit was.

Canterlot High had only ever had a fencing club, but the Inter-regional Fencing Tournament would be open to every young fencer, including upstart professionals. Schools like Crystal Prep would be sending their own team members, real competitors who lived with a sword in their hand. But none of them had to go through what Sunset did. She'd win for CHS, and finally give back to the one place that had done so much for her.

Sequel: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/414838/a-summers-gift

After a gruesome timberwolf attack, Rarity awakes to find herself cornered by a strange bipedal creature. At least it's a better way to die than timberwolves. That is, assuming the creature is even hostile.

This is a short story snippet I wrote in my free-time to get it out of my system. And yes, the Greek on the cover image is real Greek that actually says something.

Here's a guide to the two constructed languages used in this fic.

Below Canterlot, down where the forgotten ponies stare up at the mountainside laden with Hearth's Warming lights, a lone Changeling walks into a bar. He just wants a drink to lessen the pain building in his chest and warm the chill in his body.

The bartender has other ideas.

This was written for TCC56 as a part of Jinglemas 2019. For more information about Jinglemas, check out the group!