• Published 13th May 2012
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Eternal Solace - D Styles



The tale of Celestia and Luna's father, King Solace.

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The Voice.

#024

Hello.

It would say.

It can't be called a 'he' or 'she.'

It has no physical form.

It doesn't matter if you want to hear it or not.

It would make you hear it.

Putting your hooves to your ears won't help.

It's voice would just echo throughout your mind.

It never was helpful.

Only problematic.

It isn't natural.

No.

Solace had created it.

Did he?

Or did Discord?

Did they both?

No. He was wrong.

Everypony did.

Solace was a great ruler.

Equestria was in harmony.

It was nice and peaceful.

Too peaceful.

So it was made.

A creation that stemmed from the deepest and darkest parts of everypony.

It was different though.

Stronger.

Stronger then Windigos or Changelings.

It couldn't be defeated with 'Love' or 'Friendship'

Although it's two servants were.

They were too weak.

It made Princess Luna into Nightmare Moon.

And made Alicorn Discord into draconequuis Discord.

Both had failed.

Luna had been freed.

But that was okay.

She knew nothing.

The spirit of Discord however, knew everything.

That's why it devoured Discord.

Only that Alicorn knew.

Solace had written himself out of history.

That took care of a problem.

It was stronger then anything.

Family bonds and love and friendship.

Combine them all.

It wouldn't make a difference.

It had once had a physical form.

A young pony. Full of life.

But that was before.

It needed to get control of Celestia.

But that will be difficult.

It must take control of another pony first.

That other pony, Thunder Chaser?

No.

It needs to go further into time first.


The entity had flubbed around this new Equestria.

There had been an event.

'The Grand Galloping Gala'

Celestia, grown up now, was talking to six young mares.

One was lavender and smart.

One was cyan and brave. She looked a lot like that Thunder Chaser pony. Except the rainbow mane.

One was white and observant.

One was butter-yellow and careful.

One was orange and honest.

The last one however, was pink and carefree.

The pink mare should prove sufficient.

Wait.

In the window.

Was that...?

No.

He wrote himself out of existence.

That can't be him.

It's impossible.


From a different dimension.

A specter called out.

Trying to warn his brother.

Needing to save Equestria.

From the mistake he made.

He was foolish.

He did what the voice told him.

He was given power.

But in the end.

He still lost.

[Short Chapter... Hold yer ponehs, I'mma commin']