Morgan had been longing for this day without even realizing it. For today was the day when she realized what her true calling was: adventuring. Protecting others, yes, but doing so for her own thrills, her own reasons, and her own pleasures as much as she did to protect those who were in need.
She did find it strange, though: Sol, after all, had brought them strange news after visiting a so-called oracle, and Titan seemed torn between worry and newfound interest at the change in their sister's demeanor. After all, even if she hadn't spent a long time with her siblings after being rescued from the cult, she still recognized that the Sol of then was different even from the Sol of now. And she harbored her own suspicions about her so-called family, but at the same time... even if this felt too good to be true, it also felt too good to turn away.
And doing things for other ponies, protecting them, made her feel even better. She didn't entirely know why, but it felt like she had always done this, like protecting the world had always been a part of her life... but at the same time, this felt different, purer. Even if sometimes she and Titan argued on what it meant to protect the world, whether or not they were judge and jury as well as defenders, they all agreed on the value of life, and that they had a duty to protect the innocent.
It seemed like Sol had finally come to agree with them on this matter as well, even if for her protecting other ponies had always seemed like a burden or an unnecessary risk. But Morgan, even if she wielded dark magic and darker-still powers, had come to believe her brother's wisdom about the world, that everyone deserved a chance, that not even criminals and wrongdoers deserved to suffer at the hands of other evils if those evils were not of their own making.
Although all the same, she had also adopted some of her older sister's temper: if ponies threatened her or interfered with her, she saw no reason why she shouldn't reply in kind. She believed firmly in retribution, and perhaps even revenge, although Titan was doing his best to coax her out of these crueler thoughts. Yet it was hard for her: part of her naturally responded to Sol, like she was a leader, a mentor, both a force to be respected and an authority to be flouted and circumvented as the situation called for it. Morgan loved her like a mother: someone she respected, admired, adored even, but wouldn't hesitate to sneak around with her beloved brother, if it suited her.
But for now, she was very happy to listen and obey: after all, Sol wanted them to take on some great quest to protect this strange land of Equestria. Sol wanted them to actually go out and help other ponies on their grand adventures: a thought that admittedly delighted Morgan. And more than that, she was gladdened by the thought that they would soon no longer be walking around on long, rambling ventures from one off-the-trail temple to another: instead, they were heading for Canterlot, for the crown city of this nation, where all the barons met to discuss politics and business matters.
She was excited to meet whatever adventures awaited her and her family there: perhaps this was what Sol had always felt, like she was pursuing some kind of dream, some kind of knowledge. But unlike Sol, Morgan knew that no matter what she found there, she would embrace it gladly, and rise to meet whatever challenges she found there. Maybe she didn't feel the need to discover her past or plot some great future for herself and the nation, but she did feel she needed to find a direction in her life, the kind that Titan had always spoken of... and this sounded like the first step towards discovering just that.
And either way, she was excited: this was the start of a real adventure, with her real family. What could possibly go wrong?
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