The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: Far From Over

There were more of them.
Suddenly, it was all Sol was hearing about: great black dragons, showing up here and there across Equestria, causing chaos and making sport of outposts and villages. They were tearing their way through the nation, killing, murdering, destroying... and none of it with any point that Sol could discern. They weren't using strategy, going after weak points: as a matter of fact, there were reports that a mountain garrison had actually managed to destroy one of the Wyrms, albeit mostly through the fortune of the Wyrm falling victim to an avalanche that had carried it down into a ravine. No, they were attacking solely for... the sport of it.
It disgusted Sol. Disgusted, and worried her: these beasts were already so dangerous that she and her siblings had narrowly been able to destroy one. And even knowing their vulnerabilities, she had the terrible feeling that the Wyrms, so far, were only playing with them: they didn't seem to fear death, after all. In fact, they seemed almost to welcome it. She feared what this meant: it told her that the Wyrms either had some cruel strategy in wait, or they were only the expendable servants of some greater evil...
Titan was worried as well. And Morgan had her own concerns, but many of her worries were blurred by her Paladin, who focused on how the garrison had destroyed one of the beasts by themselves, simultaneously praising his fellows while trying to excuse them from the combat. All he could think of was staying as far away from the terrible beasts as possible: Morgan, in her love for him, couldn't help but wonder whether or not he was right, and they should focus not on marching across Equestria to combat these beasts, but instead on getting their own forces back to safety and securing Canterlot: surely, Sol had been able to learn something that would allow the ponies to defend themselves from these foes...
Titan tried to encourage Morgan, to sway her back towards the fight, but to his surprise, Sol agreed to return to Canterlot: she said that first of all, they had to regroup, and preparations for the days ahead had yet to be made. They needed equipment, and to heal, before they could think about going out on the march again: a decision that worried Titan, but at the same time, he was forced to respect.
It was with a heavy heart that he followed his siblings, though, afraid of what the days ahead would bring... and only hoping that Sol would not again turn her mind to cruelty to win against these creatures, any more than Morgan would allow love and selfish desire to blind her to what must be done to save the rest of their nation, and all those innocent within.