The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Fate's Fools

For a time, Sol, Titan and Morgan went back to their lives in Canterlot: while they were ever-vigilant for any attack or threat, Morgan and Titan found themselves relaxing, and even enjoying their time in the city. Sol refused to lower her guard, saying that there were threats both within and without, but Titan soon felt a whisper from nature that told him this wicked goddess had met her own troubles, and Morgan said she saw signs in the stars that something dangerous had been awoken to the north... and it most certainly was not some false goddess.

Sol found herself concerned that there would soon be another foe threatening them, but Titan and Morgan thought that if their enemy had made an enemy of something else, it was all the better for them, and all the more reason for them to take this time to relax and put their efforts towards other things. So Titan worked the forge, and spent time both at the bar and on the training field with the soldiers they had recruited, getting to know each and every one of them by name, learning about them and making friends with them.

Morgan, meanwhile, soon grew bored: she took to taking her fun at the Baron's expense by meddling with his trade caravans and his guards, and making other challenges. Sometimes she would be caught, and punished by the Baron until Sol came to her aid to free her from the dungeons. Other times, she would have to escape herself from the guard, or whatever imprisonment she was placed in, be it a cell or the stocks.

Sol would scold Morgan after each of these little events, and Morgan took most of these in stride: but finally, when Morgan had made sport of an important trade caravan and damaged goods destined for the magic academy Sol had hoped to make use of herself, the eldest sibling had punished Morgan like a child, taking away all her weapons and armor and sending her out into the street for the night.

Morgan was able to find little solace in Canterlot: even if her magic could insulate her against the cold of the night, she all the same felt a chill that magic alone could not keep away. The ponies of the city treated her uneasily, for she was known to use dark and dangerous magic as well as for her constant testing of the barony's laws, and the guards were all too eager to run her out of any place she tried to den, or for any excuse to try and fight her or mock her. And Morgan, for all her anger and pride, was also afraid not of Sol's wrath, but of being a greater disappointment to her sister than she felt she had been already; so each time the guards came after her, she was forced to flee and take wing, and each time felt like it added a splinter to her soul.

Eventually, Morgan found herself forced to flee into the holy grounds where the Templars had set up their order: she hid there, knowing the guards wouldn't enter, but at the same time afraid that the Templars would find her and throw her out. 

But to her surprise, when she was found, it was by the young stallion who had seemed so taken with her: he invited her in as his guest, bringing her not to the dormitories or the church, but the building where the captains and the administrators kept their offices and stored the treasures and valuables they had taken over the course of their many successful campaigns. They walked together through the great marble halls and studied the paintings and admired the weapons and busts of old heroes left on display, neither speaking much, but only enjoying the beauty and silence of the empty halls.

They were almost caught by a patrol, but in a flash, Morgan pulled the young knight aside and drew him into another room, then used her magic to conceal them both. They pressed together as the templars passed... and didn't pull apart until long after the patrol had wended on its way. And when they finally did, the young knight tried to steal a kiss, but hesitated too long, and his lips merely brushed the cheek of the mare chastely.

Yet because of his hesitance, his innocence, Morgan found herself drawn to him: she teased him, and then led him out into the halls, filled with warmth and happiness and feelings like she had never had before, for any stallion. In the past, oh certainly, she had adored and enjoyed the company of others, but never had she felt this bubbling euphoria, this unexpected joy.

They ran through the corridors until they ended up at one of the vaults, and there, Morgan challenged the young knight to open it. He was afraid, and hesitant, but all the same he wanted to impress her, so he tried his best to: but he was fumbling and clumsy and soon set off an alarm that rang through the whole building.

He panicked, but Morgan only laughed before sweeping him up, and he was amazed as she used her magic to simply whisk them both away, out of the temple, out of the templar's holy grounds, out of Canterlot itself and into the mountain wilderness.

He was young and innocent and a fool, and she knew then that she loved him for those things: she kissed him without hesitation, and he kissed her back, and there beneath the stars they joined in love. There, beneath the stars, they shared themselves with one-another... and Morgan didn't care that in the future, she knew that time and duty might draw them apart. For now, all she cared about was that she had someone to call her own, and to love as she had never loved anyone before.