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// Interlude 2: The Story Untold 
// Story: The Holy Covenant of the Triumvirate 
// by rathgood 
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Interlude 2: The story untold.


The princess watched her eager student devour the rare book.  Page by page she read, finding out the ancient history of the land.  The Alicorn's horn glowed a slight gold as she used her magic to find out just where in the book Twilight was.  Receiving her answer, Celestia's face darkened, the younger mare was fast approaching some of the darkest conflicts.  Conflicts that lay rooted in a tale only the three sisters knew, gifted to them by the All Seeing.  A story they had refused to tell the chroniclers.  A story that she could not help but to remember.  Walking over to a couch, she sat down and became lost in thought.

Book 0:  Origins.

At the beginning of time there was created two forces to balance each other.  The force of creation, to build the universe, shaping it as it so desired.  The force of entropy, to destroy what was built so that creation could begin anew.  With massive hands, Creation built myriad worlds.  Each as unique as the last.  Each in turn returned to base elements by Entropy.  This cycle went on for eons.  Planets were raised by Creation and planets were razed by Entropy.  For every world created, another was destroyed, thus the balance was maintained.  Until Entropy grew bored.

Tired of the endless exchange, Entropy created a series of games to keep itself amused.  One where it would see how soon after Creation finished a planet, it could render it back to nothingness.  Others where for every planet Created two would be destroyed.  Another where it would not destroy entire worlds, just portions of them.  These kept Entropy entertained for a time and Creation did not begrudge it to much as the destruction allowed it to create something new each time.  All this would change however when Creation stumbled upon older worlds that had been left to grow.  On these planets, life had taken been created and life had taken root.

Wondrous feelings filled Creation.  Never had it felt this kind of joy.  Never had it felt such an urge to nurture a planet.  Enthralled, Creation began to watch these worlds intently, giving subtle touches to each when needed.  It watched as the creations in turn created other things in a glorious cycle.  In the background, Entropy grew bored again.  Entropy grew tired of its duty.  Entropy began to wonder, what would come of it if there was nothing to destroy.  Would it's boredom end?  Would it be free?  Would the cycle begin anew, forever cursed to repeat for time immemorial?  Entropy decided to find out.

Channeling all of the massive powers granted to it, Entropy released a cataclysmic wave that streaked across the universe.  Everything in its path was rendered to base atoms.  Worlds fell.  Stars fell.  Galaxies fell.  Entropy found itself weakened, but more amused and entertained than it had ever been.  Destruction on such a massive scale was thrilling.  Creation was disgusted at such wanton destruction.  Such overstepping of ones role.  Try as it might, Creation could not stem the wave and the worlds it became steward of fell.  Trillions of lives were snuffed out in an instant.  Rage filled Creation.  Raw, primal, terrifying to behold.  Such was the rage Entropy found itself victim to.

Primal energies crackled around the continence of Creation, making stars pale in comparison.  Sometimes sculpting worlds required things to be destroyed and this time what was required to be destroyed was Entropy.  Channeling immense powers, Creation shattered the material body of its opposite.  They were primal beings, eternals who could not die, so the spirit lingered.  Not content to let the spirit roam free, it gathered the atoms and crafted an eternal prison for its foe.  With walls as dense as star centers, it locked the diminished sprit inside and cast it into the deep void of space.  Entropy could not die.  Cursed to linger in boredom for all time.

Hundreds of eons passed.  Creation rebuilt the universe and found new worlds where life took root.  One such world drew the primal being's interest, one where sapient beings had taken root.  These people had begun to worship a creation deity, treating the star that gave it light and the celestial body that controlled the tides as their god's eyes.  Having created both, it felt a link to these people and began to aid them when they needed.  Eventually Creation took the name of their deity and referred to itself as the All Seeing.

Broken out of her reflection by the gentle tapping of a black wing onto her shoulder, the princess of the sun realized her sister had joined her.  Had she been so engrossed in the recollection that Luna had arrived with out her notice or had the fellow Alicorn used magic to silence her steps so as to not disturb her and Twilight?  Luna looked at her elder sister, then at the purple mare on the floor, and then back to her sister with a look of worry etched on her face.  Speaking softly, almost mentally the lunar princess reached out to her sister.

"Tia, I see you felt it was time for Twilight Sparkle to learn the truth of everything.  The cause of everything.  Do you think her ready?"

"I believe so Luna, she has been through so much in the past few years as you well know.  She is stronger than sometimes I think I am.  She is ready.  I hope she is ready."  Celestia sighed, looking back at her faithful student.  "I hope so.  I hope so"