One biting winter, Sol and Titan came upon a village where they were forced to pause their journey. It was only by sheer luck that they found it and freed themselves of the cruel wind and the seemingly-endless snow: Sol, little as she wanted to, knew it would be impossible to continue their trek for at least a few days, while the storms settled in the valley.
The village welcomed them nervously: many stories had been passed on about the Celestial Unicorn, who was known to treat anyone who got in her way ruthlessly. Titan, however, greeted them kindly and roused the spirits of the ponies that he met, making the entire village gradually warm to their presence.
The first night Sol spent upstairs in the inn, locked in her own room and doing her best to ignore the sounds of partying and happiness from down below. Titan kept the villagers awake almost the entire night, singing and chanting and making merry, and it frustrated Sol immensely. Why did he have to act like a foal everywhere he went? Why couldn't he just be a proper warrior for once?
In the morning, Sol was determined to at least make use of her time here in the village. She immediately headed for the sole temple in the village, where she demanded access to whatever books and archives they had. The single, lonely monk who kept the temple running submitted with fear, and gave her access to the few treasured books and maps that the village possessed.
Sol wasn't able to learn much from either the texts or the maps: they clearly had not been updated in many years, and she knew for a fact that several of the landmarks illustrated on the map had worn away with the passage of time. There seemed to be no routes through the valley that would let them bypass the blowing blizzard, or surmount the enormous drifts that had built up through the fields: all they could do was sit and wait until the storms subsided.
She wondered why the village was safe, though: the walls that guarded it were not great nor tall, and yet there were few large drifts and little wind inside this tiny hamlet. She guessed that it likely had to do with some kind of weather magic: it was perhaps the one useful thing she could try and investigate while here.
Titan, she found with a lack of surprise and more irritation than she wanted to admit, was out having fun with the villagers. He was wasting his time, telling tall tales to the foals and adults while he carried lumber and supplies back and forth for them, acting like he was some common carthorse or slave hoof. She thought he was above that station, if only because of his stature, but she also knew better than to try and lecture him into behaving a bit more like a proper warrior.
Instead, she ignored him, spending her day interrogating the important ponies around the village: she was determined to know the workings of the village, and exactly why it was that it seemed to have a strange kind of protection. After all, it didn't seem to just be the elements that it was safe from, but dangers ranging from animals to raiders.
Of course, whatever protected the village hadn't kept them out... but at the same time, Titan had led them into the village more by luck than anything else. And as much as she downplayed him and his abilities, Sol was very well aware that Titan's tracking skills were next to none: he was a peerless hunter and tracker, and could find his way through the deepest, darkest forest or the most empty, endless desert with equal ease.
She was unsuccessful in finding any explanation for the village's protection, however: no matter who she intimidated or interrogated, either no one knew the answer or they only gave fumbling statements that really didn't tell her anything helpful.
For the next two days, Sol's results were all the same: frustration and annoyance, with no one able to tell her anything worthwhile. And Titan, meanwhile, enjoyed himself, relaxing and having fun with the villagers while they were forced to sojourn here, which only added to Sol's frustrations.
Eventually, she confronted him and demanded that he help her discover the source of the village's protection. But with a smile, Titan replied: "But haven't you figured it out yet, my sister? Why, it's very clear, isn't it? Nature protects everyone here, on this sacred land. The foals I spoke to have heard her voice, and so have all the old ponies I have helped, for the very young and very old are both closer to nature than those in the middle. In the midst of our life, we lose ourselves to the workings of our own minds and civilizations. When we begin life, we are not far enough from home that we no longer hear our great mother's voice: and at the end of life, she calls to us clearly."
Sol was not pleased with this explanation: at the same time, however, she knew her brother would not lie to her. So therefore, she decided to test his theory that night, with a simple piece of nature magic she still knew.
She expected one of two things would happen: either the spell would function normally, or if there really was a great amount of nature magic, there would be a great surge of power. So she was greatly surprised when instead, nothing at all happened.
She could not understand it, or explain it! She tried again, then other spells she knew; and while some of her magic would function perfectly well, none of her nature magic would grow so much as a single leaf! Finally, her frustrations attracted Titan, who came down to see what was wrong.
Sol demonstrated, angrily, then was surprised when Titan only smiled at her with sadness. She looked at him, and he looked back at her before he said gently: "Sister, you act with violence and command. You do not weave your magic to help others or out of need, but to prove a point. You speak to nature like she is nothing but a servant, when we all serve her. You may knock all you like, but she will not answer the door. You must learn to ask, not demand. Had you asked even once instead of making your demands and threatening these poor people, you would have found your answer within the hour."
Titan smiled at her and wished her goodnight as Sol scowled at him... but inside, part of her felt ashamed. After he left, she tried one last time to make nature do her bidding, but it would not.
When morning came, Sol and Titan left the village, and when Sol looked back at where it had been, she only saw snow. But when Titan looked back, he saw a warm and happy and prosperous little settlement, full of good and fortunate ponies. And he knew that one day, Sol would find her roots and see the world for what it was too, instead of blinding herself with hate and rage.
But for now, they would leave this place behind and continue on their journey, side-by-side.
Friday 31 January 2014
Thursday 23 January 2014
The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Her Brother
Sol and Titan made a very strange pair of siblings, but quickly became known as one of the most capable pair of adventurers ever to have lived. Sol had never feared either numbers or strength, always confident that her cruel strategies and peerless magic would see her through any adversity. What she did fear was that an ally would slow her down, force to to relinquish some of her advantages in order to protect and include her unwanted 'brother.'
She didn't believe Titan had the makings of a warrior, in spite of his size and strength: he was too kind, too gentle, and he was a sloppy brawler, relying mostly on his strength in combat. He was quick on his hooves, but Sol was always left far from impressed: fast or not, he relied too heavily on direct attacks and forcing the enemy into grappling.
Titan, however, seemed determined to tag along with her all the same... even more, he seemed determined to earn her respect, one way or another. Even as days passed into weeks, weeks became months, months became years of Sol treating him like nothing more than baggage, Titan never faltered, never stopped smiling, never stopped working to impress her. And more, he never seemed to grow bitter or tired, either. He never seemed to become frustrated, or angry with her, or show anything but his endless patience and kindness.
It was that quality most of all that annoyed Sol. Sol was passion and anger, never hesitating to display her emotions, all her decisions based off her own desires and doing whatever it took to get what she was after. She would never settle for anything less than what she wanted... while Titan would give more to others than he would take for himself. He would chatter away about discipline while wasting their gold on silly pleasures that were of no interest to her: why did he pay for prostitutes when he could just take what he wanted from them:? Why did he insist on buying alcohol for everyone in every bar they came across when he could just walk out with all their supplies, if he so pleased?
It was maddening to her. She hated him... or at least, she wanted to. But she couldn't. Her emotions wouldn't let her, and neither would logic: he never failed her, after all, and even as the years passed, even as she treated him like nothing but a pack mule, he remained loyal and true. He frustrated her at times, and he wasted their resources... but it wasn't as if money meant a great deal to Sol. That was only a bargaining chip for the rare time when it would be imprudent for her to use her strength. It just irritated her, for some reason she couldn't entirely put into words herself, that this strong stallion who seemed to be second only to herself refused to actually harness his great strength.
When she asked him, though, Titan would only smile and answer her, as if it made all the sense in the world instead of none at all: "Why, because it is not right, of course. Honor above all."
And one day, Sol could not help but ask: "And if I decided to kill and maim them, for no reason but my amusement? Would you turn against me?"
Titan looked at her... and then he smiled and replied kindly: "No, I would not turn against you."
Sol smiled at this in triumph, thinking that perhaps he was nothing but a loyal dog after all... but before she could turn away, he continued in that same gentle voice: "I love you very much, sister. So I would not turn against you. But that does not mean I would not stop you. You think your heart is cold iron, but I know that it is not: you would not act this way if you did not hurt. I may have never seen you go out of your way to save the lives of ponies when it did not suit you, but neither does it suit you to kill and maim without reason. I know, Sol, that you suffer over some long-remembered sin. I know that you do not raise your blades without cause or thought. And I know, deep inside you, honor's roots still cling tenaciously on. I will not let you furrow that great tree; I will not turn against you. I will save you from yourself."
Sol spat at Titan's hooves, then left in anger at his words... but it was a false anger, hiding what was almost fear. She did not understand him. She did not understand how he could be so good, so kind, so gentle and well-meaning. She did not understand how or why he bothered, in this world where good was foolishness, and evil ate evil.
But when they settled down for the night, and Titan fell asleep on the dirt by the waning fire, Sol studied him thoughtfully from beneath the shadows of the trees. Through that long night she did not just keep watch on their camp, but thought deeply about her strange little brother as well, and it was not until the morning that she realized she had started to accept him as a sibling.
It would be many days yet before she would openly start to see him as a brother, however: but the seeds had been planted, and their journey together had truly begun.
She didn't believe Titan had the makings of a warrior, in spite of his size and strength: he was too kind, too gentle, and he was a sloppy brawler, relying mostly on his strength in combat. He was quick on his hooves, but Sol was always left far from impressed: fast or not, he relied too heavily on direct attacks and forcing the enemy into grappling.
Titan, however, seemed determined to tag along with her all the same... even more, he seemed determined to earn her respect, one way or another. Even as days passed into weeks, weeks became months, months became years of Sol treating him like nothing more than baggage, Titan never faltered, never stopped smiling, never stopped working to impress her. And more, he never seemed to grow bitter or tired, either. He never seemed to become frustrated, or angry with her, or show anything but his endless patience and kindness.
It was that quality most of all that annoyed Sol. Sol was passion and anger, never hesitating to display her emotions, all her decisions based off her own desires and doing whatever it took to get what she was after. She would never settle for anything less than what she wanted... while Titan would give more to others than he would take for himself. He would chatter away about discipline while wasting their gold on silly pleasures that were of no interest to her: why did he pay for prostitutes when he could just take what he wanted from them:? Why did he insist on buying alcohol for everyone in every bar they came across when he could just walk out with all their supplies, if he so pleased?
It was maddening to her. She hated him... or at least, she wanted to. But she couldn't. Her emotions wouldn't let her, and neither would logic: he never failed her, after all, and even as the years passed, even as she treated him like nothing but a pack mule, he remained loyal and true. He frustrated her at times, and he wasted their resources... but it wasn't as if money meant a great deal to Sol. That was only a bargaining chip for the rare time when it would be imprudent for her to use her strength. It just irritated her, for some reason she couldn't entirely put into words herself, that this strong stallion who seemed to be second only to herself refused to actually harness his great strength.
When she asked him, though, Titan would only smile and answer her, as if it made all the sense in the world instead of none at all: "Why, because it is not right, of course. Honor above all."
And one day, Sol could not help but ask: "And if I decided to kill and maim them, for no reason but my amusement? Would you turn against me?"
Titan looked at her... and then he smiled and replied kindly: "No, I would not turn against you."
Sol smiled at this in triumph, thinking that perhaps he was nothing but a loyal dog after all... but before she could turn away, he continued in that same gentle voice: "I love you very much, sister. So I would not turn against you. But that does not mean I would not stop you. You think your heart is cold iron, but I know that it is not: you would not act this way if you did not hurt. I may have never seen you go out of your way to save the lives of ponies when it did not suit you, but neither does it suit you to kill and maim without reason. I know, Sol, that you suffer over some long-remembered sin. I know that you do not raise your blades without cause or thought. And I know, deep inside you, honor's roots still cling tenaciously on. I will not let you furrow that great tree; I will not turn against you. I will save you from yourself."
Sol spat at Titan's hooves, then left in anger at his words... but it was a false anger, hiding what was almost fear. She did not understand him. She did not understand how he could be so good, so kind, so gentle and well-meaning. She did not understand how or why he bothered, in this world where good was foolishness, and evil ate evil.
But when they settled down for the night, and Titan fell asleep on the dirt by the waning fire, Sol studied him thoughtfully from beneath the shadows of the trees. Through that long night she did not just keep watch on their camp, but thought deeply about her strange little brother as well, and it was not until the morning that she realized she had started to accept him as a sibling.
It would be many days yet before she would openly start to see him as a brother, however: but the seeds had been planted, and their journey together had truly begun.
Thursday 16 January 2014
The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: The Coming of Titan
Of the three legendary heroes, one is best known for being most fitting of that title: his name was Titan, and he was the middle sibling of the three, a stallion of the earth, strong and bold and free. But it was not his colossal size nor strength he was most known for, nor even his skills as a warrior: it was his eternal smile, his optimism, how he always ceaselessly strove to do good and help others, no matter what.
Unlike Sol, Titan did not come to Equestria for knowledge, or on any great quest. He did not even come to Equestria because of any choice he willingly made: rather, he literally fell from the sky, crashing down like a mighty meteor right in front of Sol. Sol was shocked by his arrival, but Titan merely smiled and picked himself up, warmly introducing himself to the mare he was already referring to as 'sister.'
For Sol, this was no 'brother,' though. Strange as it was even for her to see a stallion fall from the sky right in front of her, she was far from willing to accept him just because of any apparent 'miracle;' to her, there was no such thing as miracles. Only coincidences, only facts and fictions that were both twisted to suit the pony who witnessed them.
Titan, on the other hoof, didn't think in nearly as complicated a way as the pony he already thought of as his sister did. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he saw only a sibling, a friend, a confidante: he both trusted her, and knew in his heart that he had to get through to her. Not just for his own sake, his desire to have a friend, his own family, but in order to save Sol from what she was on the road to becoming.
Sol was deaf to Titan's pleas to take him with her: she didn't need nor want a 'brother,' nor what she saw as nothing more than an oversized earth pony, who would be no use to her as anything except as a pack mule. She wasn't impressed by his strength, his speed, or his tenacity. She did everything in her power to drive him off, insulting him, attacking him, ignoring him... and yet all the same, Titan insisted on journeying with her. And it frustrated Sol that there was nothing she could do to dissuade him.
Eventually, she had no choice but to allow Titan to follow her. She was surprised by how strong he was: she couldn't injure him, not without resorting to using serious force against him... something she didn't want to do. She told herself it was because it would draw too much attention, but perhaps because of some faint respect for the fellow warrior.
But all the respect in the world would not have been enough to stop her from doing what was necessary, so Sol took three precautions after they made camp: she gave Titan a drugged bottle of ale, she used a sleeping spell on him once he was in deep unconsciousness, and she immediately took flight afterwards, flying for ten hours before stopping to rest in a crowded city. She was sure she had lost him, and after a few hours of rest, she resumed her journey, continuing along the path her straight flight had taken her.
So Sol was left without any explanation whatsoever when she found Titan waiting ahead for her at a crossroad, with a bottle of wine on one hoof and his other foreleg around a prostitute. Both things, she later found out, had been paid for with money that Titan had somehow stolen out of her bag without her noticing the night before, while she had been drugging his drink.
No matter what Sol attempted to do to get rid of Titan, her schemes always failed. From the most complex plans to the least, she was never able to do a single thing to dissuade Titan or escape him for long. And soon enough, she gave in and allowed the stallion to accompany her, if only because of her wounded pride. He kept pace with her, and he was a strong warrior, but neither of these things pleased her: all she could focus on was how frustrated she was by two of his habits.
One, was his habit of dragging her into helping out ponies they met while journeying. Titan wanted to help everyone, always wanted to stop and make the foals smile, make the mares giggle, share encouragements with his fellow stallions; a waste of time, in Sol's opinion.
Two, was his constant claims that they would meet a third sibling. That there was still a young sister to be found. Sol couldn't imagine having another 'younger sibling' to carry with her, to frustrate and annoy her, to ruin her plans and cause trouble for her.
But they had a long time yet to meet Morgan: in the years before that, first Sol and Titan had to accomplish the difficult task of getting used to each other.
Unlike Sol, Titan did not come to Equestria for knowledge, or on any great quest. He did not even come to Equestria because of any choice he willingly made: rather, he literally fell from the sky, crashing down like a mighty meteor right in front of Sol. Sol was shocked by his arrival, but Titan merely smiled and picked himself up, warmly introducing himself to the mare he was already referring to as 'sister.'
For Sol, this was no 'brother,' though. Strange as it was even for her to see a stallion fall from the sky right in front of her, she was far from willing to accept him just because of any apparent 'miracle;' to her, there was no such thing as miracles. Only coincidences, only facts and fictions that were both twisted to suit the pony who witnessed them.
Titan, on the other hoof, didn't think in nearly as complicated a way as the pony he already thought of as his sister did. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he saw only a sibling, a friend, a confidante: he both trusted her, and knew in his heart that he had to get through to her. Not just for his own sake, his desire to have a friend, his own family, but in order to save Sol from what she was on the road to becoming.
Sol was deaf to Titan's pleas to take him with her: she didn't need nor want a 'brother,' nor what she saw as nothing more than an oversized earth pony, who would be no use to her as anything except as a pack mule. She wasn't impressed by his strength, his speed, or his tenacity. She did everything in her power to drive him off, insulting him, attacking him, ignoring him... and yet all the same, Titan insisted on journeying with her. And it frustrated Sol that there was nothing she could do to dissuade him.
Eventually, she had no choice but to allow Titan to follow her. She was surprised by how strong he was: she couldn't injure him, not without resorting to using serious force against him... something she didn't want to do. She told herself it was because it would draw too much attention, but perhaps because of some faint respect for the fellow warrior.
But all the respect in the world would not have been enough to stop her from doing what was necessary, so Sol took three precautions after they made camp: she gave Titan a drugged bottle of ale, she used a sleeping spell on him once he was in deep unconsciousness, and she immediately took flight afterwards, flying for ten hours before stopping to rest in a crowded city. She was sure she had lost him, and after a few hours of rest, she resumed her journey, continuing along the path her straight flight had taken her.
So Sol was left without any explanation whatsoever when she found Titan waiting ahead for her at a crossroad, with a bottle of wine on one hoof and his other foreleg around a prostitute. Both things, she later found out, had been paid for with money that Titan had somehow stolen out of her bag without her noticing the night before, while she had been drugging his drink.
No matter what Sol attempted to do to get rid of Titan, her schemes always failed. From the most complex plans to the least, she was never able to do a single thing to dissuade Titan or escape him for long. And soon enough, she gave in and allowed the stallion to accompany her, if only because of her wounded pride. He kept pace with her, and he was a strong warrior, but neither of these things pleased her: all she could focus on was how frustrated she was by two of his habits.
One, was his habit of dragging her into helping out ponies they met while journeying. Titan wanted to help everyone, always wanted to stop and make the foals smile, make the mares giggle, share encouragements with his fellow stallions; a waste of time, in Sol's opinion.
Two, was his constant claims that they would meet a third sibling. That there was still a young sister to be found. Sol couldn't imagine having another 'younger sibling' to carry with her, to frustrate and annoy her, to ruin her plans and cause trouble for her.
But they had a long time yet to meet Morgan: in the years before that, first Sol and Titan had to accomplish the difficult task of getting used to each other.
Thursday 9 January 2014
The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: The Rising Sun
Many years ago, a great warrior came to Equestria: she chose no name for herself, but rather, it was the ponies who gave her the name of "Sol," for her fiery temper and her incredible magic power, which allowed her to move the sun with ease through the sky. The moon, too, she could move, but often she did not seem to consider it important: instead, when she set the sun, she would often leave the Mages' Council of old to raise the moon with their combined power.
Sol did not come to Equestria to help tame the wilds, or in search of treasure or great deeds: the only thing she was interested in was knowledge of her past, which had long been lost to her. Information was all that she respected, and she would gladly sell her services for it: she made deals with anyone who could aid her, from the Barons who ruled the land, to the evil Blood Seers that desired only power.
But she didn't care who she worked for: it didn't matter to her what they wanted, whether they worked for good or evil, or how many people she had to save or hurt to fulfill their mission. She would gladly lie and cheat, steal and kill, whatever it took to complete her mission or achieve her goal. She didn't care about the country, nor about anyone in it: when ponies tried to defend themselves against her, she called them foolish and declared they invited death upon themselves. When ponies refused to fight her, she said they had forfeited their rights, and used them for whatever purposes she pleased, harming or killing if the urge so took her.
Sol did not seek out opportunities to inflict cruelties on the world, and nor did she always bring destruction and death: but she was ruthless and merciless, and could not see anything beyond the scope of her own desires. She was not evil; she was selfish. She was not stupid; she was barbarian. She was not greedy; she was mercenary.
And yet, all the same, inside her heart of hearts she hurt. Part of her always knew that what she was doing was wrong, and yet she saw no reason to struggle to do right when doing wrong was easier, when doing wrong was getting her closer to what she wanted. Putting extra effort into saving people often frustrated her, and was not compensated in ways she thought was fair; using her superior strength, however, to simply take what she wanted, was a much-faster solution and often resulted in what she thought was best for everyone involved.
All the same, Sol had a conscience. When her mistakes weighed too heavily on her, she would retreat to try and find herself, remind herself of her strength, promise to do better... but soon enough, her passion and her frustration would overwhelm her, and she would again be making the same mistakes. She lacked patience: even her plans, in spite of how cunning they were, how expertly they were executed, would always be fast and brutal and immediate.
Sol had come to Equestria seeking information, promised she would find her destiny in this land from the Watcher In The Sky. Sol came seeking her past, and answers to the thousands of questions she had burning in her mind, ever since she had awoken on a now-forgotten island empire now all-but-lost to the ravages of time.
Sol would not find her past here. But during one lonely night, as she traveled north, her future would find her in the form of a falling star. Destiny, it seemed had strange plans for her.
And that plan began with meeting her brother, Titan.
Sol did not come to Equestria to help tame the wilds, or in search of treasure or great deeds: the only thing she was interested in was knowledge of her past, which had long been lost to her. Information was all that she respected, and she would gladly sell her services for it: she made deals with anyone who could aid her, from the Barons who ruled the land, to the evil Blood Seers that desired only power.
But she didn't care who she worked for: it didn't matter to her what they wanted, whether they worked for good or evil, or how many people she had to save or hurt to fulfill their mission. She would gladly lie and cheat, steal and kill, whatever it took to complete her mission or achieve her goal. She didn't care about the country, nor about anyone in it: when ponies tried to defend themselves against her, she called them foolish and declared they invited death upon themselves. When ponies refused to fight her, she said they had forfeited their rights, and used them for whatever purposes she pleased, harming or killing if the urge so took her.
Sol did not seek out opportunities to inflict cruelties on the world, and nor did she always bring destruction and death: but she was ruthless and merciless, and could not see anything beyond the scope of her own desires. She was not evil; she was selfish. She was not stupid; she was barbarian. She was not greedy; she was mercenary.
And yet, all the same, inside her heart of hearts she hurt. Part of her always knew that what she was doing was wrong, and yet she saw no reason to struggle to do right when doing wrong was easier, when doing wrong was getting her closer to what she wanted. Putting extra effort into saving people often frustrated her, and was not compensated in ways she thought was fair; using her superior strength, however, to simply take what she wanted, was a much-faster solution and often resulted in what she thought was best for everyone involved.
All the same, Sol had a conscience. When her mistakes weighed too heavily on her, she would retreat to try and find herself, remind herself of her strength, promise to do better... but soon enough, her passion and her frustration would overwhelm her, and she would again be making the same mistakes. She lacked patience: even her plans, in spite of how cunning they were, how expertly they were executed, would always be fast and brutal and immediate.
Sol had come to Equestria seeking information, promised she would find her destiny in this land from the Watcher In The Sky. Sol came seeking her past, and answers to the thousands of questions she had burning in her mind, ever since she had awoken on a now-forgotten island empire now all-but-lost to the ravages of time.
Sol would not find her past here. But during one lonely night, as she traveled north, her future would find her in the form of a falling star. Destiny, it seemed had strange plans for her.
And that plan began with meeting her brother, Titan.
Friday 3 January 2014
The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Foreword
Once upon a time, before the land of Equestria had come under the leadership of Princess Celestia, there existed three mighty heroes known as Sol, Titan, and Morgan. Many of these stories have been forgotten, as Equestria moved from a war-like, dangerous climate and into the more peaceful world we know of today, but forgetting the past does no benefit to any of us: if we fail to remember our past victories and defeats, if we try and block out all the bad memories in favor of good thoughts, then we are doomed to repeat our own history... or worse, force our children to repeat our mistakes to discover why some things should better remained buried, why exactly all the things we were taught to believe in are so important.
So, under the request of two ponies who factor greatly into these legends themselves, I have rewritten the stories of Sol, Titan, and Morgan for a modern-day audience. They were three of the most powerful warriors Equestria has ever seen, and they brought great influence and change to the land, stopping the constant warring between lands, uniting the baronies, and driving the darkness that had once infested this land into the endless tunnels beneath our beautiful country.
But in the beginning, they didn't set out to change the world: Sol was looking for information about her past, and it wasn't until she had spent years with Titan that she began to develop relationships with others in the world around her and put value on more things than just her desire to know where she had come from. It was Titan who would influence her towards taking care of the world, although not in the way he had intended: their ideas of what was best for the country were very different. But as Morgan took greatly after her brother in many respects, she was always there to help remind Sol of the value of the lives of all ponies, not just those who were 'useful' to society.
This will all be revealed in time through the stories in these pages, however: I've done my best to bring as many of these fables and old fairy tales to life as I could, under the guidelines set for me from two very important, rather knowledgeable ponies. With luck, I've kept the lessons in these stories intact, and even more importantly, they'll be an entertaining read as well.
~Scrivener Blooms
So, under the request of two ponies who factor greatly into these legends themselves, I have rewritten the stories of Sol, Titan, and Morgan for a modern-day audience. They were three of the most powerful warriors Equestria has ever seen, and they brought great influence and change to the land, stopping the constant warring between lands, uniting the baronies, and driving the darkness that had once infested this land into the endless tunnels beneath our beautiful country.
But in the beginning, they didn't set out to change the world: Sol was looking for information about her past, and it wasn't until she had spent years with Titan that she began to develop relationships with others in the world around her and put value on more things than just her desire to know where she had come from. It was Titan who would influence her towards taking care of the world, although not in the way he had intended: their ideas of what was best for the country were very different. But as Morgan took greatly after her brother in many respects, she was always there to help remind Sol of the value of the lives of all ponies, not just those who were 'useful' to society.
This will all be revealed in time through the stories in these pages, however: I've done my best to bring as many of these fables and old fairy tales to life as I could, under the guidelines set for me from two very important, rather knowledgeable ponies. With luck, I've kept the lessons in these stories intact, and even more importantly, they'll be an entertaining read as well.
~Scrivener Blooms
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