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.
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