//------------------------------// // Passage Eleven: Plurimi fatum. // Story: (Dis)Harmonics. // by overlord-flinx //------------------------------// "As one could surmise, I am one who is well versed in many theories and philosophies. From history to all else, I have always prided myself on knowing the answer or at least a fair assumption of the outcome. One could derive from quotes of mine that I have said many things that could be right or wrong. Some even come to me personally and ask my for my philosophy on other categories. However... There is one thing I do not have any sort of answer to. A thought that has plagued me for my forcefully elongated life. Even I in all my hubris am humbled by the thought. Though, I have come across many who believe they understand the answer... Perhaps they do. Perhaps age has worn this old stallion's mind to such a level that I can no longer comprehend it. Even so... I would like to believe that destiny is not able to be answered or surmised. A beings purpose and meaning behind everything they do... It seems almost cruel to place someone's destiny... But, perhaps I am just old. Perhaps it is my destiny to ponder these ideas while I allow my body to finally accept defeat. Perhaps so... What a destiny that would be." - Star Swirl the Bearded. When the sun sets, the night begins... When the sun rises, the night ends... Solaris, queen of Caballussia, high dictator of Canterlot, and sole magistrate of the law. She lay now alone in her chamber; protected only by the sifting fires that emanated off her charcoal black body. Her armor, given to her sister and trusted followers, were to be well guarded as she sank into her time of slumber. In that time of rest, her guards were at ease and all awareness put on hold. This to the degree that as the door to her chamber was moved open, she did not stir at all. Guarded hooves clopped one after the other as a tall mare ventured within the inferno of Solaris' layer, taking aim to not let any of the churning flames graze her body. In but a moment, the mare stood towered over Solaris' sleeping form. She seemed peaceful; at ease; vulnerable. The only light to the room was to cast the looming shadow of the mare with wavering draws of flames as a horn started to draw small flecks of energy. I... Am not like you... Some sort of darkness consumed you while I was away, and I cannot change that. But, what I can change is what you have done. For good reason or not, you have plunged this entire world into hate and accorded discord. Elements we once used to do great good you have corrupted into manifests of your own blackened heart. I love you, my sister... But my love for you does not blind me or make me look away from what you have done. I have seen you destroy an entire race, burn an entire forest down, shatter an enemy when he could not defend himself, and bring innocent ponies into your own paranoid insanity. This I will not stand for, sister, any longer. I hear and see their dreams when they at times rest from their trying tasks you sent them all on. I know what they want... They want you, sister. They want your blood. They dream, even the young ones, of you being brought down to their level so that they may slaughter you. These are dreams, sister... Dreams are to be pure and joyful. But because of you, they can only hope for more harm. This, I will not allow them. If anyone is to hold the weight of your crimes, it shall be me. I shall be the one that brings you to justice. The dim lit eye of Solaris managed to open with a groggy tone at just the moment to see her sister standing at her bedside with her horn charged with power. From only the light of her flames the the light spark given off from Nightmare Moon's horn, Solaris could see the beads of tears streaming down her sister's face. "Forgive me, Celestia..." All in one moment, the world faded to white as a sharp scream of pain echoed through Canterlot to Ponyville... "Power. Not by crown, artifact, talent, right, or cause. Power is to draw and lay the blade into thy foe in but one moment with no doubt, fear, or regret." - Luna.