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.
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