I’ll credit the bases when I figure out who made them, which’ll probably be very soon.


“Princess Twilight Sparkle. May she Rest In Peace.” And then the casket was lowered. Djinn started down miserably at the ground, knowing she would never see her mother again. She tried not to cry. She may be the next for the throne, she couldn’t appear weak.

“Djinn-“ Wheatie sniffed, “are you alright?”

Of course she wasn’t. Her mother had been brutally murdered in cold blood. “Yes. I will be. I need to find out who did this.”

The others soon joined, congregating behind their leader as rain began to fall. The crowd of mourners dissipated until only the six remained, and Djinn’s mood turned to that of determination. “She deserves to not have died in vain. Come on.”

Yeah. So obviously I purposely am making the Umbverse extremely dark compared to the Winterverse.