Whilst I will not be continuing The War Journals of Lyra Heartstrings.
The sequel to MLH: New York is Magic is on it's way! Expect it soon.
LoTP: Fellowship of The Helmet Chapter 2LoTP: Fellowship of The Helmet Chapter 2 by ~Laurenfaustsloyalfan
The party was thrown into pure chaos. Most of the ponies were stamping their hooves on the ground, cheering for the greatest magic trick that they had ever seen. A few were still staring at the stage, mouths open and eyes wide. Some (mostly the distant Sparkle family) were searching through the crowd, behind the stage, around the line of trees that circled the party ground, anywhere hoping they could discover Velvet's secret hiding place.
But the unicorn was too clever for that. When she had created that brilliant flash outside, another flash had transpired at the exact same time elsewhere; inside Golden Oaks to be exact. Velvet, still huge and winged, appeared inside her small house, just as planned. Laughing proudly of her work, she took the Helmet off and her body returned to normal size. She placed the headwear inside her personal saddlebag and walked in the front room.
"I had no idea you were so skilled with optical illusions," a voice said, startling her
LoTP: Fellowship of The Helmet Chapter 1LoTP: Fellowship of The Helmet Chapter 1 by ~Laurenfaustsloyalfan
(60 years later)
In the center of Ponyville, one of the quaintest villages in Equestria, stood a house built into a tree, known to the locals as the Sparkle residence. Inside, a white unicorn with a purple and white striped mane and tail was at a desk, dipping a quill into some ink. The quill levitated, glowing in a magical aura, to the parchment lying flat on the desk. On the parchment, the quill wrote, "A Unicorn's Tale."
"How exciting, I'm finally making progress." The unicorn spoke.
A knock came on the door.
"Twilight, answer that, please!" she called as she wrote some more words down, an introduction to the way of life in Ponyville.
A few seconds passed, then the door was knocked on again.
"Twilight, the door!" she called again, this time a bit louder. "Where the devil is that mare?"
The Twilight that Ms. Sparkle was calling was out by the edge of town, lying on her belly underneath a tree. The lavender unicorn mare had her face buried in a book about ancient spells and the ponies