The Legend of Sol, Titan, and Morgan: The Uneasy Journey

Morgan learned much from Veliuona, and Sol was able to strategize and create a grand army, which Titan outfitted and trained to their very best. For weeks, they worked, rallying their forces, as the Tyrant Wyrms ravaged the north of Equestria, and worked their way slowly down the far western seaboard: yet all the same, they knew they could not rush. That they would have to choose their battleground wisely, and prepare their forces well before they marched into battle with these terrible beasts.

Sol chose Central Equestria as the site of their first battle with the Wyrms: the beasts there seemed to be the most hostile, and the most aggressive, for even if the Wyrms along the seaboard were moving quickly, they were destroying only what happened to be along the coast and beaches. In time, they would reach one of Equestria's great port cities, but for now, they had only attacked a few fishing villages and smaller towns. And reaching them was out of the question, anyway: not even Veliuona's army of the dead could march so tirelessly and so quickly across the entirety of Equestria.

What worried Sol was that there had to be less than a hundred wyrms scattered across Equestria... yet each one was doing the damage of an army. An army that burned everything in its wake, that carried with it a fetid disease that rotted the very earth beneath their claws. And Sol could not understand what the end game of these Wyrms was: if they were intent on killing, why were they zigzagging throughout the nation, going around some of the largest, most crowded settlements? They seemed to follow wandering courses, never staying on a straight path: for a few days, they would move with brutal fury and direction, but then they would slow, or stop, or seem to lose interest: there had even been reports of Wyrms breaking off from engagements with Equestrian forces to simply wander away... although all too often, they left hideous, deathless corpses in their wake, more corrupt and monstrous than the worst of Veliuona's revenants.

So now they marched, an army led by three siblings and their unlikely ally, who had chosen - at least for the moment - to follow in Sol's lead. Perhaps this was part of her cunning, however: should they fail,Veliuona could say it was no fault of hers. But Sol knew that failure was not an option at this point: the enemy they faced was monstrous and terrible, and they had no choice but to fight with all their strength and hope to destroy it, utterly and entirely.

Because if they did not, then their enemy would doubtlessly eradicate this entire nation... and that was likely only the beginning of their cruel conquest.