In that age of the world, I had a name. I was Messis and I was Sucellus, but to the Children I guarded, I was Harvest Storm. Not a clever name by any means, but an accurate one nonetheless.

Names, though, only matter when two are left to remember them.

The cavern’s spears of ice and winter melted at my presence, the earth below me turning from frosted dirt to fertile soil. Frozen Wind, the previous Spirit of this land, had fled at my arrival; she was no match for a Harvest Spirit, let alone one bound to armor.

I settled in, tired after my travels from the Old Lands. It would be a good while before the Harvest was to begin, so I had time to recuperate.

But wait... I sensed the approach of multiple Children, and none of them were bearing Wheat, Grain, or even a trinket. Odd, because Children are often bearing those things as bartering items.

They entered the cave, and I was feigning sleep. From my experience, ‘waking up’ as they approached made them feel better than me ‘staring’ at them the entire time.

I appeared to stir, lifting my armored head to look at them, and I was surprised at what I saw. Between two Children, both adult Earthen Ponies, was a young Unicorn- bound in rope of hemp.

Though I did not quite comprehend the why of this situation, I certainly understood what they were doing. “And why,” I asked, “Do you bring me a sacrifice?”

One spoke up, eyes downward. “B-because, Spirit, you demand them of us.”

I know that my transparent Essence became reddish in hue. Frozen Wind... She did not deserve the very Spirit Essence that Mother had made her of. “I am not the Frozen Wind. I do not demand sacrifices, and I never intend to. All I ask for is some of your last harvest- only a little- and with it I shall bless the next. This young one...” I trailed off. I summoned a light wind to put the poor thing into a light slumber. “Take her back to her parents.”

The two adults bowed, slightly terrified. “Y-yes, Spirit. W-wh-who are you?”

“I have been called Harvest Storm. Now, please, leave me to my slumber.”

Frozen Wind’s nature, having been revealed to me, gave me much to contemplate. Did we have the right to act as Gods? Mother was gone, and her Children were all that was left of Her.

We were the highest power, save for the few remaining Aspects- Death, Wisdom, and Arcane. Truth faded with Mother, I think. Death had his job, Wisdom is bound to the world, and Arcane was no longer a conscious being.

With no higher power, then were we not those who ruled the world? I did not think so. Perhaps others did, and though they had the right to use their powers, I refused to accept that they would demand sacrifices of the Children.

I blessed the young Unicorn with a glimpse of knowledge, that of the Stars. His name? Star Swirl, I think...

I was ripped back to the present by a shift in the world. The Moon was on Luna’s shoulders now, being raised into the sky- yet it was a mixture of my power and her magic that did it.

The Sun and Moon were equal again, and perhaps I was not just a remnant.

Author's Note

Sorry for the short chapter, but here you go! Another chapter or two should be out in the next week.