//------------------------------// // Prophecies // Story: The Holy Covenant of the Triumvirate // by rathgood //------------------------------// Prophecies Recovering from the sudden declaration, the three Alicorns quickly moved to check on Twilight’s status. Luna’s horn glowed a deep blue as a wide beam of the same color scanned across the unconscious mare. “Sister, niece, worry not, Twilight Sparkle is only magically depleted from the manifestation. She shall be fine once rested.” A pink aura encases Twilight, levitating her onto the back of the smallest Alicorn. Making sure she’s both comfortable and secure, Cadence trots to the edge of the balcony. “Aunts, I will take Twilight to her room and put her to bed.” A small smile of reminiscence crosses her face as similar times when the lavender mare was but a filly comes to the forefront of her mind. “I’ll monitor her for a few hours before I return to my chambers as well.” “That is a good idea Cadence,” The solar diarch speaks, “I think we all should rest. It has been a tiring evening.” Unfurling her wings, the Alicorn of Love turns one last time to the sisters, “Good night aunts” and with that she takes to the air, heading for the tower where a bed calls for the young mare. “Sister, would you like to talk about what has just occurred? I can tell it weighs on your mind.” “I’m fine Luna, it has just been a very long time since I heard her voice and it has left me thinking of the past.” A clock tower rings 8 times to signal the hour, “I won’t keep you here to wallow with me in the unchangeable past. We need to look towards the future. As for you, night court starts shortly, you should go prepare.” The eyes of the lunar sister shine with understanding and a little bit of regret. “I understand. Rest well tonight. We can talk tomorrow after you raise the sun.” Taking her leave, the dark Alicorn leaves from the balcony. Celestia trots back into her chambers, closing the door to the balcony with a gentle pulse of her magic. Another glow of her horn and a large lock box levitates from underneath her colossal bed and is deposited next to her desk. Tracing her horn across the surface of the box in rapid succession, the runes upon the lock glow and it opens. Inside sits a large, ancient, but well-preserved scroll. The golden light encases the text and gingerly places it onto a scroll reader on the desk. A journal lying beside the scroll is also placed onto the desk. Unrolling the scroll, Celestia sighs. “You were right again Star Swirl. How much of the future did you glimpse while perfecting those spells?” Igniting a few candles near by, the princess resumes studying the scroll, as she has done for the past millennia. A quill moves occasionally, recording her thoughts and observations in the journal. ---------------- Excerpts from The scroll of Prophecy The Icy hold shall be broken by the burning heart and three shall become one. Rainbow’s light lays low the enemy. Nine pillars forge the prison. Thrice blessed born of mortal kind shall be marked by love. Unmarked, but from each tribe, three shall quarrel and the stone shall crack. Six shall be marked by rainbow’s light. The spirit returns, heralded by the rainbow’s explosion. Ravenous swarms destroy the seat of harmony. His return draws closer. The prince shall become king and the king shall become a tyrant. On the longest day of the thousandth year, the stars shall aid in her escape. The sun sets, the moon rises. The moon does not yield to the sun. The Moon falls. Song shall ignite the blaze. Two shall war for hearth and home. Encased in stone the meek shall become like the lion. Freedom won through power of will. A shield of stars shall guard both mind and body. The spirit is willing. The body is not. Of dragon born, of magic raised. A bridge forged of loves red heart. The five fingers of death shall rise as one. Three sets of three thrice-blessed will rise to break its hold. Nine pillars to seal its fate. Sound shall rock the foundation to cleanse the remnants of the past. The strength of the earth runs deep, red, and strong within the one who shall sire the spirits offspring. Lessons learned will fail. The mind will break. A false idol shalt be coveted as friends turn on friends. The spawn of chaos shall return. The body and its shield will right their wrongs. A heart of crystal shall herald a new dawn. Three elements of the weather-born shall combine to sow strife. Poison flows with the best of intentions. The bloodlines of the tribes shall blur. From earth can come magic. From magic can come weather. From weather can come earth. Single drop spans the divide. Six pillars shall cleanse the Moon. Nine pillars shalt be restored. The Sun falls to rage. Chaos of the heart breaks the pillars. Lessons of the past mend what is broken. A gift of two will temper the forged blade. Winged light and rainbow light will join. Born of earth, but of magic touched. The future tells its secrets to one. Of weather marked but gift denied. The ground shalt be the home of one. Horrors of chaos, sealed in prison solid and strong shall break it asunder. The guard of three shalt fail in its task. The beast shall rise. The nine pillars shall fall. In winning it loses. New shall rise from the ashes of the old.