Dusk of Chaos

Immortality is a curse.

A curse to live forever, and witness the consequences of the actions your have committed. Mayhaps it is my oversight that has today caused this agony to Equestria. Had King Solaris not desired me to be the Princesses' instructor, the Sun Princess perhaps would not feel this terrible covetousness towards this kingdom.

Such wistful thinking, however, will only lead to a tangle of musings and ramblings. I must not let minor obstacles such as this, hinder me and render me unfocussed. This cave...This cave comprises the most powerful magic in all of Equestria and beyond. Where it all began. The commencement of Equestria. The Meeting of the Three Tribes. The Princess had indeed forgotten the Essence of Equestria. Founded of friendship and camaraderie, the kingdom was now torn apart, due to a lack of compassion between the two Sisters. Woe is me, that I should ever live to see this day!

The Elder, had let her pride conquer her heart, and the Younger, that had once admired and adored her sister, found the tendrils of envy invading her soul. I have watched from afar, yet spoken not a word of protest, lest it rift this fragile bond further. Forgive me, O sisters, that I have wronged you. I have failed in teaching you about the Spirit of Equestria, the lifeblood, that courses through the veins of each pony, skilled may you be in the Magical Arts.

The Princess is afraid. She fears for her kingdom, albeit, not for her sister. She fears the unknown. She fears the aftermath of her actions. The Moon Princess is not yet banished. She will not exile her, until a wise one, one she trusts, deems that it will not further harm this delicate land. She wishes for me, to communicate that it is indeed safe to expel the Younger, without tipping the balance.

"Go forth, sentry, and bring back the Wise One! Say the Ruler begs for Mercy. Say She implores for His assistance. Go!

"Your Highness, I intend no offence, but the wastelands of the border of Equestria, have many a unconquerable stream and invulnerable summit. I am but a mere guard, committed to the service of Your Highness. How may I , a lowly servant cross such indomitable landforms?"

"Go, and beg for His clemency. Only He may help you."

"Come. Show your face, young guard. I have been expecting you."

"Master, the Princess begs for your mercy, and implores for your assistance. I come as a messenger, to take you back to the Castle."

"You have travelled far, sentry. I welcome you into my humble abode. Will you not enter?"

"We must hurry Sir. I am required to return to the castle before sundown tomorrow."

"That is yet far away. Enter the cave. Will you not honour this senile one's wish?"

"As you wish, Master...What is this feeling of joy I feel in this little hollow? My heart swells with love for each pony of this land! What is this feeling, O Master?"

"This cave, young stallion, is one where this kingdom was born. Have you not heard of the Three Tribes? The tale of Heart's Warming Eve. You feel only the remnants of the magic their companionship formed, centuries ago. It is the Strongest Magic in Equestria. The Magic of Friendship. Go now sentry, tell your Princess of the lesson you have learnt here. Implore her to change her mind. Tell her of this love you feel in your heart. Farewell, young Guard."

"Thank you, Sire."

"Come, I will accompany you for part of your travels."

"Tell me, sentry, do you see that flash of light?"

"Yes Master. Why, it seems to be expanding! I do not understand. What is this?"

"It has been two days since you left Canterlot, has it not? It seems the Princess has wearied of waiting. It seems I am required after all. We must hurry. The fate of Equestria lies in the balance. Quick, stallion! Follow the Light!"

"Master, even at this pace, it will be days before we reach Canterlot."

"You speak the truth. We must take the shorter route, through air."

"Through air? But how... Master? We are flying?"

"Yes. Now run Guard! Fast! Follow me!"