Delay On Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan

I'll still try and post something when I can, but uh... Luna and I have hit kind of a snag with some things and I unfortunately don't have the time I need to do a decent job with the story right now, and I really want to try and do justice to the Tyrant Wyrms. But I suppose that helping Luna with her adventures battling undead and monsters and trees come first.
Don't ask about the trees. It's pretty horrible.
Anyway, with luck it shouldn't be too long. Just long enough to take care of some things, since I'll be away from this computer. Luna said I should bring it and she would just shoot it with electricity to make it work, but... I think this only proves that she still doesn't understand how technology works. She probably never will, either.
But uh. At least no one can say she's not supportive. You know, because hitting me and forcing me to do things I don't want to are all definitely signs of affection.

~Scrivener Blooms

The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: The Bloody Meadow

They were not prepared for what they saw.
Sol had expected to see something terrible. But she had not expected to see anything as terrible as this. There was no more farmland: the land had been scarred by poisonous mire, turned so toxic that she shivered at just the sight of it. Her siblings felt the same, although Titan was the worst affected by this poison: he quaked with disgust at it, and felt nature's true pain and fury... and a mutant, awful, insidious life in that toxin. Something that stank of corruption, pure and simple.
There were no more farmers here, no ponies left alive: they had all been taken by these things, whatever they had been. Darkness had stained the land from mountain to meadow, and winter itself had been driven back by this stinking mutant heat that now permeated the world.
Their enemy was greater and far more dangerous than Sol had anticipated. Their enemy was... something terrible, far more vile and evil than Sol had thought. And powerful, too, if this was but a sample of what it was capable of doing. The thought twisted Sol's heart... but filled her very soul with fury, too. And perhaps as well, a sense of battlelust. A desire to face such a powerful and dangerous foe, and test herself against it, to see who would triumph: to understand for once and for all, if honor and virtue was really worth pursuing, if it could overcome the alluring strength of raw, selfish power. Of power that was without restraint and without law, and without regard for others... of power, free of the tethers of friend or family or loyalty.
That was what they were faced with: something that destroyed, it that came from a place beyond, with no purpose in mind but hatred and destruction. And Sol was ready and willing to pit her family against this, no matter what this force was, no matter what the cost would be, in order to test both herself, and to understand what the bonds of friendship and companionship truly meant.
She would see if the words, spoken to her long ago, were true or not: she would test for herself now, if by working together, ponies could truly overcome any obstacle and foe in their path... or if that, like so many things in life, was nothing but an illusion based in stupid fantasies, and weaknesses like hope and compassion.

The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Difficulties

The journey north was arduous, but not dangerous: it seemed as if all the competing evils of the world had decided to lay their weapons aside for now, in order to flee from whatever wretched darkness had crept into their world and was denned near the northern mountains.
It was not a good sign, even if many of their soldiers took heart at it, believing that their army of warriors was great enough to frighten away the goblins and the monsters that usually patrolled these mountains for prey. But even if they were a strong and resolute force, Sol  was well aware by now the battle they were marching into would be like no other they had fought.
More than that, she had a terrible creeping sensation, an instinct that something was going to go wrong, and very shortly. No, worse than that... more and more, she began to think the signs leading them north were all too obvious, that they could very well be marching straight into some kind of trap... or maybe some kind of test. They knew too little about this foe to be sure of anything...
What other choice did they have, though? Sol knew that all they could really do was hope they would learn more from this enemy than this enemy would from them... and all she was truly sure of right now was that this was only the beginning of their battle against this dark and terrible new evil.
While Sol was busying herself with planning and preparation, Titan was spending time with the troops, trying to keep their spirits up and energize them, helping with the morale of soldiers who were confident in their strength, but still unhappy to be on such a long march into alien territory... and those who weren't arrogant in their beliefs were either frightened or anxious.
Titan tried to reconcile these emotions, to bring confidence to the worried soldiers, and caution to the arrogant. But it was difficult to find the balance: they had brought so many soldiers that not even the stallion's legendary wisdom and cheer could sway the crowd. And more than that, Sol's silence seemed to encourage them: they were an army without a leader, expected to take care of themselves, left in the too-few hooves of officers who were often young and brave and bold... but those were not always good things in a soldier who was supposed to keep his fellows not just proud and dedicated, but aware of their own flaws,  and of the dangers that were waiting ahead.
Morgan, lastly, had her own worries: she and her paladin lover had had an argument. It was a silly thing, small and unimportant, and yet all the same it distracted her, and made it difficult to work with not only him, but his entire order. Soon, she knew, they would reconcile: Morgan's passions burned like fire, quick and hot and fierce, but always cooled in time, and her paladin was meek-natured for all the boldness and bravado he tried to put on. It would be easy for them to swallow their anger at one another with the passage of time.
But for now, it was making it hard for Morgan to even be in camp... and what frustrated her further was Sol's anger at her for allowing her emotions to interfere with her duties. And even worse than that, was knowing that Sol had every right to be angry. Hadn't Morgan promised that exactly this would not happen? And she knew, in her heart of hearts, how foolish this was: letting a bit of spite and emotion get between her and her duties. But, she supposed, even creatures such as she had hearts, and hearts were difficult things to mend.
And yet still, the army marched on... too few realizing that fractures were already beginning to form among the ranks of an army that already was striding to the very edge of oblivion.

The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Premonition

During their travels north, the three siblings each were victim of a powerful premonition.

Titan, although bearing no magic, was linked to mother nature and had perhaps the most powerful instincts of all of the three siblings. He was most loved by nature, and so nature told him as much as she could, and shared with him not only her worries for the present, but what she feared would come to pass in the future. And Titan, with his openness and attunement to nature and the world, was ready to accept that these visions might be truth, and was able to delve the deeper into them for that.

Titan saw a great black beast, a wolf of Helheim itself, waiting for him in the future: Titan saw that these lizard-beasts waiting for them ahead were not dragons, any more than they were living and sentient creatures: they were true monsters of the Void, entities of destruction that were more synthetic and mechanical than they were living and alive.

Morgan, too, had terrible dreams of darkness: a darkness where she was alone, and had been betrayed. A darkness where there was no one left for her to depend on: not pony, not creature of the night, not sibling nor friend nor ally. She was alone... and there was something terrible here. Something evil, and vile, and monstrous. It was the master of not darkness, but destruction; it brought with it a killing light. It had goals, and objectives, and a terrible plan for them all...

She would remember little of her visions when she woke up, except for a lingering fear of order, the realization that even 'good things' could be terrible and evil... and a worry that something terrible was waiting for them, only playing a game with them for now with these terrible creations.

And lastly, Sol had a vision that she would not share with the others, even after both Titan and Morgan confessed their worries to her. What Sol saw, though, had nothing to do with the darkness in the north, or the monsters that might await them in the future. She did not worry for the enemies that were waiting for them, or the fiends that had yet to raise their heads, or whether or not they were only pawns in some grand, cruel game.

What Sol saw was herself, standing atop a castle in the future, alone, after losing her brother, and having been forced to calm her own sister's darkness. What Sol saw was that one day, she would be alone, just like she had been born into this world. What Sol saw was what she feared most: that in spite of all she was trying to do, in spite of everything she was trying to give to the world... she was going to end up alone. She was going to be betrayed and abandoned.

And what she feared most of all, was what she would become when that time came.