When Veliuona and Sol spoke, after the Tyrant Wyrm ambush, it was as equals. For the first, and perhaps the only time, they gazed into one another's eyes without judgment nor suspicion, and spoke to each other with respect and candor.
They spoke of the Wyrms. They spoke of the country. They spoke of each other, and what they would have to do, and how ready they thought they were for the evils ahead. But although they had found respect for each other, they were soon left wanting more, for they both carried a dangerous pride, and an equally-dangerous desire to see themselves treated in the way they thought they deserved.
Veliuona and Sol were very similar in many ways: both wielded forbidden magic, although one spoke haughtily of the arts of light and the other arts of darkness. Both desired control, and to see order in Equestria. Both thought very little of all outside their chosen family, and a few choice champions who had demonstrated their mettle.
But it was this similarity that bred contempt in one another. They were blind to where they were the same, and what they shared. They saw only the qualities in each other they hated, and could not swallow the bitter rivalry between them. Or perhaps, to be fair, Sol could not: if not for her constant provocation, how she could not help but tilt conversations in her favor, always making further demands of the dark goddess, they may have all the same found some middle ground, some meaning between them.
But, as Sol would learn, if one spent all their time accusing another of being heretic and traitor... eventually, they would drive even those with the best of intentions and the greatest of patience to committing the very acts they so loudly warned of.
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