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// Evil is… (Dragonlance Chronicles - The Black Wing) 
// Story: Sunset's Isekai 
// by Wanderer D 
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Evil is… (Dragonlance Chronicles - The Black Wing)
By Wanderer D






A myriad thoughts crossed Khisanth's mind as she stared at the group of invaders that had dared make their way down into Xak Tsaroth. Under her claw, she felt the young human mage groan and hold back a whimper. She could feel the latent power of the human squirming as the tip of her claw pierced his golden-tinged skin into soft muscle. Her eyes however, stayed on the barbarian woman and the half-elf.

Love. The muscular warrior reeked of it. Love for her victim. Others might have not recognized the similarities, caring so little for other species, but she could tell. The eyebrows. The general shape of their faces, the subtle movements that were similar. Brothers.

She briefly wondered if Skie or Ember would be able to tell the differences or similarities, but chances were that they wouldn't so easily.

Love. The barbarian woman and the barbarian man behind her. She could smell it. They were mated. She had been stunned to see that Riverwind had survived her attack on the surface, but seeing the two here… it made sense. The power of Mishakal flowed through the staff and the cleric-to-be wielding it.

She had thought herself free of the brooding plainsman, but her thoughts had been haunted by his apparent death at her claws. As much as she disdained humans, Riverwind had bested her at the last moment, not once… but twice. She was almost proud of him.

Love. Friendship. She had no idea what that gully dwarf was doing with them, but the kender, the dwarf, the knight… and all the others. Friendship and love bound them together, protected them from the eyes of the queen, from the influence of evil. Well. Most of them.

She pressed her claw just a fraction of an inch down and they all stopped, paralyzed in fear for their friend and brother.

Draconians and goblins would have sneered at that. At their reliance on each other. No wonder they hadn't run away when she had attacked them on the surface. No wonder that they would pass through her 'guards' and their pathetic, slavering savagery.

Friendship and love were very powerful, far more than the queen and her dragons and her draconians and highlords and mercenaries gave them credit.

A pang deep inside of her made her growl threateningly. She hesitated, wasting time letting them talk and plan. Would it be so bad to let them go?

Sure, the queen would be angered, but who cared? At worst, she would just strike Khisanth dead, she supposed, or send a flight to kill her. If they could.

Here she had fierce examples of what she had lost. Of what she had failed to save.

Her enemy's plan was obvious. Get close, and attack her. They had no weapon strong enough to damage her. Even the staff… well, maybe the staff, but what if it didn't do the job? The staff would harm evil, definitely but…

Could she go quietly after what she had witnessed? After being punished for seeking justice?

Takhissis had scorned her. Her. No other dragon like her existed on Krynn. And she had scorned her for avenging her fallen friend. And of course Paladine had turned a blind eye, for what did he care for chromatics?

But was her fate to be decided here? By a group of adventurers that should be dead by rights at her claw and breath? Or should she trust the gods one more time?

She glared at the barbarian and fought back a sneer as she made her decision. Screw her queen. Show me what you have, cleric. Show me the mercy of Mishakal! Show me that the gods are not blind to our hearts!

She made a show of being surprised as the crystal staff slammed against her claw and she barely managed to get her claw-tip away from the wizard, before she and the cleric were enveloped in blue, searing flames. 





Okay. That had been a bad idea.

The blue flames had burned through her as if her scales were made of paper. She hadn't even had time to think about anything as her entire being had been consumed.

Khisanth.

A shiver ran through her, from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail.

Khisanth. Onyx.

A female figure floated before her eyes in the blue-white nothingness of flames. The pain was gone, but yet lingered at the edge of her senses, as if waiting.

You called to me, of all gods, Khisanth?

Khisanth tried to make sense of where she was, but everything around her was flames… except for the kneeling barbarian cleric, who was next to her, her eyes fixed on the figure in front of them.

But it was as if the cleric was unaware of her presence here. Khisanth's attention went back to Mishakal. For who else would it be?

The goddess did not speak more, but Khisanth knew it was her time to speak. "I did, Mishakal."

Why? Why not pray to your own goddess?

"Takhisis is no goddess of mine!" Khisanth snarled. "Not if I have a choice!" She stared at the goddess. "And you… you gods claim that all creatures of Krynn do, do you not?"

It is as you say, and I have seen your heart. It is true that you do not belong to her… you never have. But your time on Krynn has ended. No more pages about you will be penned by Astinus. No more adventurers or thiefs will invade your lair.

Khisanth almost snarled in defiance.

This is the gambit you chose.

She looked away, towards the flames.

Your story would end completely here, but for a single request. Your request reached me at the most opportune time for you, as redemption and possibility opened before you.

Khisanth blinked, unsure. "Am I to be reborn as a metallic dragon?"

No. You will remain yourself. For within your heart I have seen the pain of losing friends. The pain of having loved and lost. The pain of being betrayed and yet being strong enough to believe again. And this request comes from someone that can give you that chance.

Khisanth straightened up. "What must I do? What must I prove?"

Be yourself. And cross that door.

"What door?" Khisanth asked, but when she turned to look around, she was floating in a void, with a single, rock-framed wooden door and a strange orange and gold symbol on it, like a flaming sun. 

There was nothing else. Nothing around, behind above or below. She floated in the void, not even aware if her own body was truly still alive, or if she was imagining all of this. Whatever the last price she would have to pay was, it would be behind the door.





"Huh." Khisanth looked down at her hands.It was a bit strange being Onyx, the human warrior, once more. Unlike her usual transformation through qhen, it had happened immediately, and she felt no tingling, no confusion of senses.

She studied herself. She wore leather pants and boots, a white blouse that contrasted with her dark skin, a black-colored leather corset and pauldrons. Her shins and forearms were protected by metal and leather pieces of armor, and her her long, black hair was tied into a tight ponytail that kept it under control. An empty sword sheath bumped against her hip, secured by another, lower, belt that kept it close to her leg.

"Well, dear, I think as a fast improvisation goes, it's not too bad, is it? I dare say it suits you!"

Onyx blinked, looking up at the human woman with pale skin across from her. With a body just as sensual as her own, and a mane of blue hair carefully sculpted to frame her pretty face, the woman speaking to her smirked. "I do apologize for the sudden change, but the bar is not presently suited for a full-sized dragon."

Khisanth narrowed her eyes. "Where am I?"

"Well, isn't that a loaded question?" the woman said. "You are at the entrance to Sunset's Isekai, the bar owned by myself and dear Sunset Shimmer. But you are also dead, dear. Or, perhaps, almost dead? Caught in between."

"I feel perfectly fine." Khisanth raised a gloved hand to knock on the wall. "And I'm fairly solid for a ghost."

The woman laughed, but not mockingly, clearly finding the humor in Khisanths words that the dragon herself had intended. "You do recall Mishakal telling you that your story had ended, correct?"

Rolling her shoulders and taking a half-step back to brace herself, Khisanth readied to transform back if necessary. "Are you here to—"

"Of course not," the woman interrupted. "I am merely reminding you of why you're here."

"And why am I here, then?"

"To talk." the woman responded, stepping aside. "To relax. To… be heard. You need someone to listen to you, and in there is the best entity to do so. She won't judge you, but she will listen. Tell me, my dear Onyx, have you ever thought of what is evil?"

"Evil is…" she hesitated. In Krynn chromatic dragons were evil. Therefore she was evil. "I'm—"

"Talking to the wrong person about it." The woman shook her head. "Go in. Find out."

Khisanth sighed and marched past the woman, into the larger space, where another woman stood behind a bar. "Welcome to Sunset's Isekai! I'm Sunset Shimmer and this is my little bar in the omniverse. Sorry about the crowd, we're just finishing, if you want to take a seat?" the bartender asked, offering a relatively empty area for her to choose.

Khisanth nodded warily, walking over to sit at the bar, which was less crowded. A glass of dark-red wine was quickly placed in front of her, with a quick whisper of "on the house" by a young human woman, who left to attend to the other guests. 

She quickly glanced around first to establish if the area was truly safe. As a human, she wasn't as well-protected as she would be in her true form. Inexplicable art. Confusing artifacts. Plants, flowers, a spider of some sort trapped next to a bowl of what seemed to be honey… Inexplicably accurate portraits on the walls… some of them representing some people currently in the room.

And there were several others in the room, of course: people… or creatures. She inwardly cursed her current human form. However the woman from the entrance had turned her into her Onyx form, it was as thorough as her own qhen training, meaning that, unlike the traditional draconic polymorph, she was a simple human warrior at this time.

She glanced at the massive barbarian like man with the axe, who had—of all things—the undead head of a satyr hanging from his belt. Other human warriors were there too, but something felt off about them. A sense she was familiar with, but not in this form.

Three women, or rather two women and a young female with strange markings on their faces were just standing up, their robes floating in some sort of unseen wind. With them, yet another human with long, lavender hair also rose, her hand grasping a weird staff or lance, which had a sun-like theme with a bird's wings creating the sun's shape. It seemed to be made of pure gold, and too heavy for someone of her frame, but she wielded it as if it weighed nothing.

All of them seemed to have been getting ready to leave until she had walked in. Now, she was the center of attention, many eyes weighing her.

Another one of them, long, blonde hair and wearing strange armor over his incredible physique walked past her, then stopped at her side. Patting her shoulder in a friendly manner. She had to fight her immediate instinct to pull away even at the gesture.

"This won't be easy for you," he said, his voice raspy as he lowered it so only the two of them could probably hear. "But remain strong and true. And most of all honest. None here are free of past mistakes."

She blinked at the man as he gave her a smile that sent her heart aflutter for a moment (curse this human body!) before patting her again and heading out.

"I have no objection." He waved his hand over his shoulder as he headed towards the door where she had come in. "This matter is not for me."

"Alright, alright!" out of the back of the bar came floating out a ghost. "Unless you all have something to say to the lady dragon, time's up!"

"I do not know all of her story," the bald giant of a man with the axe said, as he shrugged. "But she reminds me of my own shortcomings and growth, and that is enough. I stand with Thor."

"Right you are, brother," the head said as they walked past her. The head then focused on her. "And if I may say, lass: you are indeed a lucky one."

Khisanth blinked. "My… thanks?"

The three women with the markings smiled as they walked past her with knowing eyes, making the dragon really have to hold back demanding answers. Something deep within told her that challenging anyone here, dragon or not, was a bad idea.

One by one the others left, some giving her a gentle word of reassurance, some simply acknowledging her, until all that was left was the bartender, who was running around cleaning tables with a couple of strange creatures resembling a duck and a rat, what appeared to be an elf with abnormally long ears and dressed in black and white, and a crumpled, gray hat someone had put on the bar next to her.

'You are like me,' the elf-like creature said, sounding a little amused.

Khisanth blinked, not having seen her open her mouth.

'Similar at least, how interesting that one such as you would be here. How interesting.'

Before Khisanth could formulate a question, the elven woman had quite firmly walked out of the bar.

"Ah, here you are!" an old voice suddenly said.

Khisanth's head whipped around to the old man in gray robes who had shuffled onto the seat next to her and was looking rather proud of himself as he studied the hat in front of him, which, upon minor reflection seemed to match the disheveled appearance of the rest of his clothes.

The old man gave her a look, humor shining in his eyes under those white bushy eyebrows of his, and stroked his beard as he looked at her, nodding to himself. "My my, it seems you have found your way to a very interesting place, my dear."

Khisanth cleared her throat. "More than found my way. I was forced to come here."

"Forced, you say?" the mage said, "how curious. How curious indeed. Do you mean to tell me you had absolutely no choice in the matter?"

"If you mean death, sure," Khisanth muttered. "Or perhaps staying in the void forever?"

"Difficult choices," the man mumbled.

"No choices at all!"

The old man shrugged. "Well, how did you get dead in the first place?"

"I—" She stopped. Blinking as she recalled her wilfully allowing Riverwind and the other intruders to live long enough to execute their plan. She looked away.

"I find that choices are easily forgotten when consequences come around the corner to badger us about it," the old man said with a sad smile. "Choices and consequences are so often bemoaned."

Khisanth grimaced, forcing herself to admit that yes, she had invited this fate herself. That much she could not deny.

"And that, right there my dear, is why you're here," the old man said, reaching over to pat her hand gently. "And I also admit, it is something not all of us were willing to see that earlier on, when we were needed."

She blinked, studying the old man. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a wry smile. "That you are different from your kin. That if you are so, maybe there were others, but we never listened until now, because it's hard for us old people to change."

Khisanth sat straighter. "I am not that different from my kin."

"Oh?" the old man stroked his beard, leaning back to look at her once more. "I suppose you've never felt true regret? You've never respected an enemy enough to admit their strength even if it's not on the surface? You've never felt jealous of those who find true love or true friendship?"

"I knew true friendship."

"I know."

Khisanth closed her eyes. "Why now, Paladine. Why not then? Why not when I avenged my friends?"

"Change is happening, my dear… and I was afraid to show my hand. I was afraid to choose to help those deserving because of the cost of what may happen."

Khisanth opened her eyes, angry and ready to shout at this god that dared come to her now, now that it was too late.

"We've made terrible choices, for a greater good." The old god interrupted her before she could speak. "We've been blinded in many ways, and now we have to catch up, as they say." He looked at her and sighed. "I failed you, as I have failed others… but I cannot fail the world and the future." He locked eyes with her. "I will not ask you to forgive me, because I know what I did, I had to do. But for what it's worth, I did hear you… and so did Mishakal, and everyone else in here."

Khisanth's eyes went wide as she recalled all the… gods… that had been in the room with her. She gulped, glad that she hadn't started a fight. Suddenly that sense of unease she had felt under her skin when she walked in made sense.

"The others chipped in," Paladine continued, "and a consensus was reached. You are more than just Khisanth the black dragon; you carry with you more. The legacy of a people that disappeared forever from Krynn, among those things. Krynn might not be your home anymore… but you, Khisanth, remain. What you do with your future now, is up to you my dear… and not in the hands of the gods."

With that, Paladine stood, dusting his old robes to make them somewhat presentable and putting on his hat. His stern expression faded into an affable, old man, and he muttered to himself about where to go next as he exited the bar.

"Hey Sunset!" they were interrupted as the ghost girl came floating on to give her what looked like a key. "Lena left her key behind."

The bartender shook her head with a smile, putting away the key. "That girl. You do have yours, right?"

"I do."

"Alright, go have fun!"

Khisanth watched the ghost wave as she also headed for the entrance and soon she heard the chime once more, then the door closing.

Finally, she was alone in the bar with the bartender, Sunset Shimmer, who approached her, releasing a long sigh. "Sorry about that. I didn't expect all of them to start an argument over you before insisting you come here. Once again, I'm Sunset Shimmer. And before you ask, I am not a goddess."

"Khisanth, or if you prefer, you can call me Onyx while I'm in human form." With no gods around, she now felt more comfortable. She took a sip of the wine, humming in surprise at how good it was.

"Well, Khisanth, I have to admit, I don't often see the gods of different pantheons argue about a single dragon, but you sure left an impression. I think Kratos was the tipping point on this one, but you really surprised Mishakal."

"Kratos?" Khisanth asked, already lost.

"The god with the severed head dangling from his belt," Sunset said. "That, by the way, is another god by the name of Mimir." She shrugged. "It's a long story."

"Right."

"Essentially all of the gods that waited until you arrived were involved in bringing you here," Sunset explained as she listed them. "Athena, Belldandy, Urd and Skuld, Kratos, Thor, Paladine, and Black. All of them had their godly reasons for it, of course."

"What about the one that greeted me and turned me human?"

"Oh, that was my business partner, Rarity. She's definitely not a god."

Khisanth nodded as the concept of gods arguing over her fate fought to overwhelm her. "What about Takhisis."

Sunset snorted. "She has no say in this matter. You don't belong to her. In fact, that was one of the arguing points, but according to Mishakal and Paladine you didn't actually belong to her at all."

Khisanth frowned, thinking back on her life before sighing. "I suppose not. Not for a long time at least."

"So, if the evil goddess has no claim, and neither did the neutral or good gods of Krynn… who can claim you except yourself?"

Khisanth bit her lip, a habit she only had incorporated as Onyx, while she lived as a human. "So I am hoardless, homeless, godless, wordless and not even alive."

"Well, that depends on who you ask, but it's also not entirely true… you see, Krynn simply isn't your home anymore. The trio of goddesses that walked out together are known as the Norns, and they each represent the past, present, and future. Uninvolved as they are with Krynn, they informed all the gods here that your fate in Krynn did not continue past your meeting with The Companions."

"It seems like a silly fate still," Khisanth growled. "Why did they take notice only now?"

"Well, in part because you prayed to Mishakal right in front of her cleric, while being smacked with an artifact made of her power crystalized, at a defining moment of history." Sunset grinned. "She did not expect that at all. We were all here when she stood up so suddenly, she knocked the back of Bast's chair and almost made her spill her drink."

Khisanth didn't see the humor, even as the bartender chuckled.

"She explained what had happened, and several gods tipped in. I think Kratos wanted to leave immediately, but he resisted the temptation because he had seen what gods meddling in the lives of mortals could cause. Soon, only those closely involved with mortals stayed back, while the rest of the gods left back to their own dimensions."

Sunset sighed and leaned on the counter, shaking her head. "It took them days to come to an agreement, but all of the gods here today upon your arrival have seen the best and worst of mortals, and each had their own perspective to give until those that resisted giving you a chance were convinced that you were worth it."

A warm feeling spread through Khisanth at that. "I have been betrayed so many times by my own—by my former goddess… that I never thought any god would stand behind me. But why give me this chance when I have done as much evil as other dragons?"

"Is evil that simple?" Sunset asked gently.

Khisanth blinked. "Of course it is. Isn't it evil to torture a man that has no chance of defeating you? Or to tease those that love him with his death while your claw digs painfully into his flesh? Isn't it evil to not care at all for the lives you displaced when you and an army invades their home and essentially enslaves them, even if they're not even aware that's the case?"

"Is it evil to know those things are wrong?" Sunset asked.

Khisanth gulped and drank some more wine to hide the tinge of regret that coursed through her. She put down the wine glass. "It's evil to let it happen."

"Even if you're trapped and feel like you have no choice?"

Khisanth snorted. "I asked Paladine that question a moment ago. I always had a choice. I always regretted things and fought that feeling down with anger and violence rather than putting that energy to correct them. I allowed them to continue because that was what benefited me the most." Her voice became softer as she thought about the past. "I did not want to lose again what truly mattered."

"And yet you gave the Companions a chance to defeat you."

"Giving up because I'm tired of being under Takhisis' claw doesn't make up for all my other acts of evil, even if it amounts to suicide."

"I suppose not, but you knew Raistlin would burn with the fire of the crystal staff if your claw was still touching him, and so you removed your claw."

"It was a natural reaction to getting struck with a staff."

"You could have allowed the draconians to kill all the gully dwarfs in the city, yet you allowed them to live."

"I needed the gold and gems."

"Did you?"

Khisanth's hand went up to her neck, which was devoid of decorations of any sort. "For the longest time, I kept my 'treasures' close to me," she mused. "I only had several valuable swords and one or two magical items that I tied together with a chain, because that's what was important, or so I thought. But their loss was nothing compared to my two first friends and teachers passing away, alongside their whole species."

Sunset nodded.

"But I am a black dragon. I moved on, embracing the idea that I needed no such friendship or attachment. Humans, Elves and others had proven that they cared not for anything other than themselves, so why should I be different?" Khisanth's hands clasped into fists. "And yet I found another friend I loved and cared for. And she was betrayed by her bonded human. And what did the queen do? She did not seek justice for one of her own, but permitted it to continue! She ordered me to be that man's mount! And then did nothing when he sought to have me replaced again!"

Khisanth smacked her fist on the bar in frustration. "I sought revenge for my friend, but I didn't act until it was my life on the line. I was punished by Takhisis and caged in Xak Tsaroth, watching over ruins and a statue of an old goddess that never heard nor acknowledged me when I snuck into her temple."

Sunset nodded once more. "But you still wanted to be better didn't you?" She poured more wine onto the glass, and crossed her arms, leaning on them on the bar as she looked at Khisanth intently. "I'm not an expert on Krynn dragons by any means, but that is a very unusual thing for chromatics, isn't it?"

"Regret is short lived, even when the weight of it should crush us," Khisanth replied, shrugging. "Even when I witnessed the extinction of the nyphids…" she narrowed her eyes and she felt a pang in her chest and the area around her nose grow warmer. "Stupid human body."

"It's not too bad to be honest with your feelings," Sunset replied, handing her a handkerchief, which Khisanth used to wipe the slight hints of humidity from her eyes. "You really cared for them, didn't you?"

Khisanth snorted. "I almost gave up fighting because it was anathema to their way of life. They were peaceful creatures. I was to help them find the last of their females, and guide them to safety in order to fulfill my deal with them. I was… planning to remain with them and protect them, but she was killed by human bandits." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I failed them. I can destroy a city on my own. My scales can resist all but the strongest of attacks if they're not magical. I say a word and kill my opponent. But I could not save a single, defenseless nyphid. What is the point of power if it can't be used when needed?"

"But does that make you evil?"

"Everything else does. My frustration and anger at myself or my whishing to do better amount to nothing in the face of action. For every thought of redemption there's a knight of Solamnia that fell to my claws, my magic, or my acid. For every pang of guilt there's an abused gully dwarf. For every friend… there's an act of betrayal. I can be better. But I have never tried since… since Jahet."

"Was she the other friend you mentioned?"

Khisanth nodded, her thoughts drifting to her long-dead friend, who had also rejected her species' disdain for respect and trust, only to die ignominiously by the actions of her Highlord.

"It seems to me that Mishakal and Paladine asked for your presence here because despite where you are now you weren't always like this," Sunset said, making the dragon-turned-human look up at her. "The other gods here, except perhaps for Belldandy and Skuld, have also been in dark places of their own making. I suppose it's easy for a pantheon that very clearly delineates Good and Evil to forget that not everything is essentially black or white."

"I do not consider myself remotely neutral either," Khisanth said.

Sunset, however, simply shook her head. "It's not about that. Doing good doesn't always end in good…" She smiled self-deprecatingly, "...as I have learned over and over. And having done evil does not stop you from turning that around either." She raised her finger and an illusion of the symbol Khisanth had seen on the door floated between them, except it lacked some of the flames that made it resemble the sun, as only the golden side was surrounded by red flames. "A long time ago, I was full of hate and contempt for others… and myself, even if I didn't want to admit it."

The red part of the center as well as the red flames glowed stronger at Sunset's words, almost consuming in their brightness the golden side.

"I thought I was denied many things. A family. My rightful place. Power. Recognition. I fed my anger and pain, turning them into hatred, and when I was caught, rather than face the punishment I had earned, I ran away, with the intention to seek revenge. Time passed and I got my chance… but…"

Around the glowing red section, golden flames appeared, covering that side, and matching the other flames as the golden side started to glow stronger as Sunset spoke.

"...someone from my world stopped me, and she gave me a chance, because she had seen that I was capable of good. My friends picked me up and helped me learn to be better… even after we almost were torn apart again by lack of trust and old resentment. We grew together, and I grew too… until I wasn't the same Sunset Shimmer that had started with hate."

Khisanth turned to look at her as the illusion faded. "And… you think I can find that balance too? Being a goody-good dragon is not something I desire either."

"Like I said, you need to find your balance, and for that, you need a place to start over. Making up for what you'll know you need to make up for is not going to be easy or quick… but you can do it, and then at least you can be what you want to be without being caged for not being one hundred percent evil," Sunset said firmly. "I will take you to a place where you can begin your change… and I'll check on you, in case you need help."

Khisanth nodded silently, unable to pretend she wasn't touched by this act of kindness from even the gods she had despised. "Will I ever come back here?"

Sunset smiled. "Of course. There's always dragon night, but… I think I'll see you more often. Once you are more comfortable with yourself, let me know if you want a job. I can always use some help during big gatherings."

"Hm." Khisanth took another sip of wine.





"How do you feel?"

Sunset glanced at Rarity, who studied the picture of Khisanth in mid flight, with Sunset riding her with a small smirk. "It feels good to help someone find hope again," she admitted, turning to study the picture as well. "She's a complex creature. She's not afraid of being evil, but she's not committed to it either, just as she's not committed to being good, and yet is also not afraid of it."

"Possibilities," Rarity said, "that's what the omniverse, your bar, my skills… that's what that's all about. Khisanth is full of possibilities, now that she's free. I'm interested to see where she goes with this newfound freedom."

"Me too. She made no excuses for herself… I think she'll fit right in in her new home."

Rarity nodded. "I never expected Paladine to allow her to live."

"It's hard even for him to ignore a whole bar of gods and goddesses who also know the value of  redemption," Sunset said. "Khisanth was always at the border of being free of the enveloping force that is her world's definition of good and evil. Now she can really spread her wings."

"You know she'll never really fall into her world's definition of 'good', right?" Rarity asked, giving Sunset a glance.

Sunset shrugged. "It took me a long time to understand just how vague that is… but I think her heart is in the right place to be better."

"I suppose we can only wait and see."