"This is no innocuous storybook horror to be swept under the mental rug at daybreak. Two reasons: First, when I awake, I am cold and alone, and I am still being hunted. Second, I think they can get to you from within your dreams."
Little sister, I confess. I released Nightmare Moon. I released Discord. I brought the Changelings to Canterlot and I brought the Crystal Empire and King Sombra back. All this I did for Equestria. All this I did to save Equestria.
It is written that Discord, the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony, ruled Equestria in an eternal state of unrest and unhappiness. But how this came to be? Well, some things are better left forgotten...
Color. It is such a simple entity to define? Maybe there is more to it than once thought, especially if it were to disappear one day. Twilight and Rainbow come to a crossroads as they look to a bleak, gray-scale world.
Searching for someplace to host her album release party, Vinyl Scratch drags Octavia to an abandoned psychiatric hospital. Rumored to once hold Nightmare Moon, it seems something dark has taken up residence... And it has no plans to let them go.
The Dream Realm is supposed to be sacred. A new law was put in place over a thousand years ago to make sure of this. My sister, she has broken this law and has payed the ultimate price.
You are a changeling, servant of Queen Chrysalis. You always obey her orders, even when you don't want to. And at times like this, you really don't want to.
Pinkie plays with some Ununpentium. It does not go down well. -- -- -- No. Nothing to do with COD. Apart from the idea that 115 is cabable of mind control.