Lyra had galloped hard away from the Tardis, away from her friends both old and new, and from Adam.
She didn’t even know what to think of Adam anymore, he had always seemed so bright, so optimistic. Who was that human she had woken up to? He was dark and depressing.
A nauseating thought hit her; maybe this was the real Adam, and the one she had thought she had known was just an act.
She couldn’t believe the things he had said; the thoughts of war and the demise of her world. She was confused and unsure what to think anymore.
She finally stopped in a clearing and simply fell to the damp cold earth. She began to feel tears welling up in her eyes. It seemed what Discord had said was true.
Adam’s words rang in her head, ‘this world is going the same way again..’ War, she thought to herself. She had heard of it, and while she may have been fuzzy on all the details, she knew what it meant: death.
There had never been a true war in Equestria, but there had been news before of fighting among different factions of the Griffon Confederacy, and the details had been brutal.
Discord’s words flew through her mind now, “Oh hang on, the punch line is coming up! ‘And everyone knew peace’.” His cackling laughter echoed in her ears still.
So it was all true; humans lived here and they died here, but not before creating every race on the planet. What did they do it for? Did they think they would make good weapons or something? The thought sickened and disgusted her, and she began to cry for everypony she had ever known, for what their origins really were.
“Lyra,” she heard her name called out to her. She looked up to see Bon Bon approaching. Her friend cantered slowly right up alongside Lyra, and sat down on all fours next to her, and began comforting her as best as she could.
“It’s not right, Bon Bon,” she said through sobs. “I thought we all knew him. I thought he was—“
“You know who he is, Lyra Heartstrings,” Bon Bon replied with firm softness, “You just know a different part of him as well now.” She nuzzled Lyra’s neck, and Lyra began to be still.
Bon Bon brought her head back as she thought of the words she needed to consul her friend. “How can I put this in a way you’d easily understand? It’s like..when you’ve created a song that has multiple layers of notes in it. The notes are there, but it isn’t until a change in setting that some become more pronounced than they had been. He hasn’t changed, you just see a new side of him now; his sadness and anguish is just appearing now because of our circumstances right now.”
“That’s not the only reason I’m crying,” Lyra whispered now. Bon Bon remained silent as Lyra was about to explain herself, and that might have been the only reason she heard the sound she did; the sound of cracking twigs and underbrush.
“Bon Bon, we were—“
“Get up,” Bon Bon said with a fearful command.
Lyra snapped out of her stupor to see the danger that now befell her and her friend. Four sets of glowing yellow eyes looked at them from across the clearing, and from the forest emerged a pack of Timber Wolves.