The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: A New Goal

Sol led on, and her siblings followed. Morgan thought little of the journey, believing this was the way things had always been, but Titan was concerned. Even though he hid it well, laughed and smiled and even honestly enjoyed himself, she could sense that he was worried about the addling and dawdling course Sol had set for them.
Morgan didn't understand it or sense it, but Titan knew her far too well for her to be able to hide it from him: Sol was lingering because she no longer knew what to do. She had chosen the furthest possible source of knowledge as their next destination, and she had led them on a slow, meandering course: she was unsure of herself, and it was maddening. She had never hesitated before, even after she had begun to warm to Titan: but with Morgan here, and realizing there could be a future, not just a past...
So they wandered, stopping at almost every village or settlement they crossed, resting frequently, and with Sol watching over Morgan and Titan less like they were her siblings, and more like she was some doting parent. And even if he was worried for her, Titan still made the most of this strange situation he found himself in, taking Morgan out to make merry, teaching her about the way he looked at the world as she reveled in his natural wisdom.
They were a strange family, but a good one: Sol would not admit to it, but she enjoyed the way that Morgan looked up to her, and how eager she was to learn, even if Titan encouraged her brash and mischievous side and part of Sol still held fears about what Morgan's dark powers could mean. But at the same time, she felt there was a strange balance in it: she ruled with fire, Titan was a horse of stone and earth, and now Morgan had brought dominance over the night with her. There was a poetry in this, a rightness that gave Sol some strange sense of... destiny.
Many nights she thought on this, on what it could mean. Always, she'd thought that finding your fate meant heading somewhere, going to some place, traveling and journeying until you found what you were looking for. Maybe all these years she had been wrong, though: certainly, her journey had brought her knowledge and helped her find her family, but now she was aimless, only wandering, only pretending to lead them to some new place of great import. No, maybe truly, their destiny was within themselves, as foolish as that sounded even in her own ears.
But as she had learned from Titan, often foolishness hid wisdom... and now, assembled as they were, they had a chance to do great good together. They were three factions, united as one family... and so long ago, the great prophet who had sent her to this land in the first place had said that one day, the clans of ponies would be united under one roof, and in combining their powers, would be invulnerable. For the first time, she believed not only that it was possible, but that together, these many ponies could accomplish anything... and for the first time in her life, Sol felt that she wanted to see that happen. Not a dozen scattered baronies, with thin alliances and many enemies: she wanted to see one strong, united Equestria, an Equestria where all ponies would be equal, and would stand together as one.
For that to happen, however, the land would have to be given a reason to unite, would need to be led by example. The thought only made Sol smile, however, and when the next day came and brought with it the chance to lead her family onwards, she did so with a new resolve and a new determination, eager to begin the process of putting this broken land back together.

Distractions

Are still abound. After our dinner mishap, Luna decided to "make up for it" by taking us on a little. "Adventure."
I should have suspected something from the start, but I admittedly don't always use my brain. And sure, I perhaps even thought it might be fun, but. That was before we went riding the marsh drakes.
And you know, before the. Broken. Everything.
So there will be another short delay before I can put another piece of LoSTM up. But schedules should return to normal sooner or later.
After I finally get all the mud and blood out of my mane, anyway.

~Scrivener Blooms

On The Culinary Skills Of the Moon

Luna tried to make lunch;
It tasted sweet as summer
but has become fire.

My insides burn like
a volcano; molten slag
burns my intestines.

Never again shall
I be foolish enough to
eat of the moon's feast.

Until winter comes
to the hell of my insides,
I shall curse myself.

For I had my fears,
But love had blinded me to
The faults of my love.

She who cannot cook,
Not to save my life; although,
She could well end it.

The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Her Family

Sol had once lived her life only for herself, with no goal in mind except to do whatever was necessary at the time to continue towards discovering her past. All she had wanted was to know where she had come from... who had abandoned her here, and why. It had never mattered that she didn't belong, that she was different, that so many people feared her or worshiped her. All she cared about was that she was drawing closer, with each discovery, each passing day, to uncovering where she'd come from, who she really was.
But Titan had started to change her. Had started to make her understand that the past wasn't something you could live for... instead, you had to look towards the future. She had slowly started to understand that other people had lives of their own, and they had as much a right to live as she did... although any compassion for other people was much slower in coming.
Morgan, however, made her understand she couldn't keep chasing the past. Morgan accepted her as a sister as readily as Titan had, and thought of them all as family, even though they were all very different ponies and she had awoken with no knowledge of her past. But Sol thought she understood why: there was a connection between them, one even she could barely understand. But it was powerful and deep and impossible to dispute its existence.
Sol, in some ways, found herself suddenly with two siblings she cared for, even more than she cared about the answers to her past. Worse, their opinions had begun to matter to her: she could no longer scoff at Titan and ignore his advice, but instead found herself taking his words to heart. Likewise, during their first few days, when Morgan complained about how she was still weak from what had happened to her, Sol would readily stop and allow her a few moments of respite instead of ignoring her and dragging her onwards like she would have done with anyone else.
In only a few short days, she found herself feeling protective of Sol, almost like she really was a younger sister, and a piece of her heart that had been missing all these years. And while still ruthless, Sol found herself allowing Morgan and Titan to put themselves at risk during several important raids, trying to save every innocent life they could, instead of simply lashing out and burning away their enemies with their captives. And more, Sol found herself practicing mercy more often than she ever had in the past: she tortured, paralyzed, and left grievous injury to her enemies, but no longer did she as often strive to kill. She was even willing to let the survivors of their skirmishes crawl away in defeat... something that Titan took great relief in seeing, after the brutality that Sol had displayed for so many years.
It made her nervous, to find herself caring so much about her so-called siblings: in the past, she'd tried to avoid making any kind of attachments, knowing they could be used against her. Alliances had come and gone for her as quickly as leaves in the breeze, and she had been happy that way: she hadn't needed anyone apart from herself. But now, she had siblings, ponies she cared about and felt protective of. And part of her felt that was very dangerous, and feared what it might lead to, and how it could be used against her.
Furthermore, Titan and Morgan were both boisterous and enjoyed taking risks. But Morgan was also hotheaded and brash: she would rush headlong into a challenge even if she was outnumbered, twenty to one. It was something that worried Sol: she feared that one day, Morgan would bite off more than she could chew, and they wouldn't be there to help her.
But as much as she feared for them, Sol knew all the same that they had become her family, and there was no turning back now. She would protect both Morgan and Titan to her last breath, even if she knew they were a weakness that could be exploited: because no matter how vulnerable they made her, even her quest to discover her past had never given her a feeling like she had a future, like her two siblings did.