The Three Souls

Part 1

Within the earth, its soft dark soil or it’s deep and solid granite stone making this simple prison, with five statues standing around the lone figure. The body, curled up into a ball while his prison solemn and quiet. A gentle dripping sound filled the room, as water from above dripped gently.

This cavern; and its prisoner, was in a deep slumber having not been roused by the world above and beyond the mountains and caves. Everypony above knew not of this locked cell, even with their great gods leading them, as they themselves had no knowledge of its presence, hidden from their magikal sight. Its prisoner had done this, feeling it nessecary to protect the world from the evil that was him.

A soft hazel brown was his coat, with a muddy brown socks running up his hooves, with dark brass shoes. His eyes, which were gently closed in his sleep, were a faint and distant brown; softer then his is coat of hair. His mane was a soft sandstone colour, shifting from browns, to reds and yellows, back to the browns.

His wings, that they were, were formed of stone and gems. All along the stone was written runes of ancient and forgotten by all but him who wore them. Below the stone wings, were others, making it two pairs of wings, just as ornate and powerful as the other. However, again below it, were two small and weak natural wings, far too weak to even flap without risking them breaking asunder. He was born this way, while his sisters grew strong powerful wings; his were to be made to allow him to do such a feat common to alicorns. His horn, long and straight like his elder sisters, was strong to mould and shape stone to what he thought would be good for beauty.

Slowly, his eyes opened, lids peeling back from his eyes as he looked around. He only looked at the hooves of the statues, as he could not bear to look at them, for his heart was broken to do so. Each was a creation of his magik, and each he felt terrible sorrow to look at, for he caused so much pain to each of the forms. He slowly roused himself to stand, horn lighting the room gently, keeping his eyes on the ground. He slowly walked forward between two statues, where a sixth statue should have been. He walked slowly about his cell before stopping, looking at one of the walls.

Several long scratches dug into the ground here, each marking a century of his slumber. There was four there, soon to be five.

He started to walk again, eyes looking around the room with genuine lose and mystery, as his eyes vaguely remember building the chamber anymore, and the markings he had now placed on it. He had spent years on end filling the walls with images, cleaning it with magik to start again. As long as he didn’t look at those statues.

It was his own punishment, feeling that it was just and fair to the world around him. He had caused nothing but pain, or as he could only remember painful memories. Sure, there were some good ones, but those were so ancient he felt they were fleeting moment in time.

Then came four soft clicks, and the alicorns ears flicked softly, standing up straight, and then twitched to more clicks as they seemed to move towards him, the sound growing closer. A strong and repugent smell started to fill the room, but the brown Alicorn fought down the urge to gag, as he turned to face the new member of the room.

“Hello Death... or should I refer to you as Uncle Thanatos?” the brown alicorn asked the form, which hid the statues with a black shroud of energy, while its black wings quietly folded against its body, while a dark and forbidding cloak flowed around him. Visible were two green piercing eyes that glowed gently beneath the hood of the cloak, which stared into the alicorns eyes.

“You will be polite young nephew. You should already know your place with me,” a chilling echo of a voice filled out room, drowning out the dripping water.

“I’m surprised, that you feel that it’s necessary to try and fill me, your Nephew, with fear,” he responded to the voice, walking towards him.

“Indeed I do find it necessary to talk to my brother’s son in how ever tone I believe is proper,” the voice replied, walking towards him, “And right now, I find it necessary to speak to you with this voice. You must return to the surface... your rotting away down here within yourself imposed exile Terra.”

The Alicorn looked down, “Do not force me to leave uncle. I will only return here...Anyway... every creation I’ve made has turned away me to the darkness...”

“You mean Discord? And everything else?”

“Please.... don’t remind me... I feel responsible for everything around me.... everything that fell to darkness...” he said. He mind began to flood with happened all those millennia ago.

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He sat on a small stool, horn glowing as in front of him, made of soft malleable clay was a statue of a dragon, or what he called a dragon. He began to mould a arm for the beast when a soft pink alicorn walked up behind him, grinning softly, and leaning to his ear.

“Hello little brother Novae,” she whispered, making him jump forward knocking the clay statue down, making him turn and panic.

“MY STATUE!! AHH!! TIA!!!” he said turning to his older sister, who’s mane was a mix of colours, but still hair. She chuckled gently at his dismay and panic.

“Oh I’m sorry little bro, did I make you screw up?” she asked, looking at him collecting a bunch of parts without paying attention. As he began to assemble the pieces he stared angrily at his older sister, the sun.

“Tia, what the bucking hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying or playing with girly things like a normal girl does?” Terra respond with, eyes angry, not paying much attention to what was forming with his magik. Slowly a form took shape, shifting and changing, while it began to spin around on the pedestal. Celestia looked at him, frowning.

“I’m just coming to say hi little brother,” she said, her voice raised up slightly in anger, “I guess that too much to ask of an artist like yourself, isn’t it?”

That made him feel a tang of pain, and anger swelled up.

“Shut up you! You haven’t the right to do that to say that!” he said, he horn flaring up as the pieces began to collect and complete. There stood the draconequus, who stood proudly with its head held high and its eyes looking off somewhere. Celestia was about to respond when she looked at it.

“Hey... what did you just make?” she asked, walking past him.

“Don’t you change the subje-“ he said stopping before looking at his creation for the first time since the angry yelling began, “I.... I don’t know... I was trying to craft something like it but... not this...”

Both brother and sister walked over circling it, Celestia using her wings to blow some dust of it, walking around it slowly. She was 600 years older than her little brother, and she was much taller.

“What do you call it?” she asked looking at it straight in the eyes. Terra rolled his eyes, sighing with an annoyed tone, “Oh don’t take that tone with me. You know I can wipe your flank any day of the week.”

She was right, he thought, and she could easily do it.

“I’m not sure... I was trying to make something I called a Dragon, a beast of the air and land, who breathed fire of both magik and doom... but... I don’t know what to call it...” he replied looking at it up and down.

“Why not... call it a draconequus?” she said, walking around it, eyeing it slowly.

“Why that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow to her.

“Well... it seems approitate doesn’t it?” she asked, turning to him, “What to cook it and see what comes out?”

“I don’t know... last time I cooked something like this, well... you remember what happened to the bear...”

“You mean Ursa major?” she asked smiling, “Relax, we’re both here this time, so we can easily stop it!”

Terra stopped and thought for a moment, before giving in. Within no time they had moved the statue to the kiln, something Terra and his father, Star-Dust, has built together. As the fires roared, Celestia walked outside of the room and sat down on the patio, looking up into the dark empty sky.

“Hey Terra... I’m sorry I ruined your creation,” she said, staring as her little brother walked over and sat down next to her. He looked up too, before back down to the earth below. His domain, his home, was that of dirt, stone and water, and it was strong. He could feel it shift with some times, while other times, when he forced it to be shifted with his magik he felt it rumble and groan around him, contorting to his desires and shapes.

“Its okay... it wasn’t complete,” he said grinning, before looking inside and floating over a item he was working on for the last three hundred years. Sure this wasn’t the first pair but it was most advanced. He started to lay out the two wings, each made of heavy stone, carvings cut onto it with his magik, making the wings look hard and painful, as well as the possibility of flight slim. He groaned and he started to work on them only to hear his sister chuckle.

“Still working on those?” she asked staring at his work. He nodded to her, looking up to her with gentle eyes.

“Ya... I want to fly like you, and mom and dad...” he said ears dropping down, his eyes following as he looked down as well.

“Well... maybe when you make those work, we can go for a test flight?” she said teasing him gently with a nudge. He groaned, fiddling with the stone slowly, trying to make it more effective.

For a good hour they sat there, Terra and Celestia alone.

“Hello?” a voice crept up behind them.