Sol pushed onward, leading a mass of soldiers, alone. She pushed into the cold and the wind at the head of her small army, fearless of the monsters that waited ahead and ignoring the numbing cold that bit at her. The wind howled, and the snow poured down, and the frost bit at her, but all of it Sol ignored. Such things were trivial to her: all she cared about was seeing this job through to the end, destroying the Wyrms, and then returning to attend to the other problems that plagued their world.
Problems such as Veliuona. Sol hated her: she knew that the Goddess of Cursed Shades had her own dark designs in mind, but she also knew that she was a necessary evil... for now. But when the first opportunity arose, Sol would ensure that Veliouna, and all her kind, were purged from this world. This world was for the living, was for the ponies. This was no place for darkness to make its claim.
And how it ached to see her brother making palaver with Veliuona... and worse yet, her sister acting like the dark goddess was a friend, even mentor. Sol felt bitter. A bitterness so icy that it made the world around her seem warm in comparison. Her soul thrummed with it, as it bled through her entire being, mixing with the ache of memories still ringing inside her mind, unlocked by the Wyrm's hideous powers.
But she wouldn't be distracted by such lies and treachery. She knew now that the Wyrms had powerful psychic abilities, on top of the devastation they left in their wake. She understood that these memories were not likely her own true past, howevermuch the compelled her. No, they were a trick, a deception... just as everything that Veliuona was doing was trick and deception. She would not fall for any of it. She would not be made a fool of. And she would not allow darkness to continue to leak through the world.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she realized almost too late that they were being watched, and it was at the last moment, as they approached a sheer, icy cliff, that Sol looked up to see the Wyrm sitting there, watching, waiting... grinning. It leapt down towards them, but Sol was in no mood to play, as she called up her magic and mixed her strength into the whirling blizzard.
In less than a minute, the battle was over. The soldiers stood in awe of her, but Sol knew that the power she had displayed was... foolish, not admirable. She had given into passion and rage, and she had taken her frustrations out on the carcass that was now slowly turning to porcelain before her. It had only been a small Wyrm, after all... not one of the larger beasts, that had such malicious power. These ones seemed to serve more as... soldiers. Perhaps they were juveniles; perhaps they were only drones.
But still, it brought new life to her troops, so she supposed that she would make the best of this outburst... and ensure that they all did their job here quickly, so they could make haste back to Canterlot... and return to the job of ridding Equestria of the disease that was still trying to infect their nation.
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