The Prophesied Mega: Devouring Tyrant or Sea Guardian?

~~~Location: Canterlot Castle, Throne Room - Day Court~~~
~~~Time: 12:37 PM~~~
~~~POV: 3rd Person, Celestia~~~

It's been a calm day in the land of Equestria, even the nobles have been rather quiet, surprising Celestia, making her wonder how long it'll last... but is enjoying it while it does so.

It's the little moments like this that she appreciates, no one truly understands how much pressure being able to control the sun and ruling a country puts onto one pony, even alicorns have their limits, especially with the stress of actual threats or the blackmailing from those who would rather see her knocked down from her throne...

... then she feels it, and her pupils dilate for barely a second, before putting on a calm facade, she, her sister, and one other are intimately familiar with this feeling, it is a subtle feeling, but after having felt it many times before, she is certain...

... Another prophecy is beginning...

She then calls off Day Court, her excuse being that she just remembered a matter of grave importance that she needs to attend to, and then heads into the castle.

After some time, Celestia arrives at her chambers, and closes the door, and, upon ensuring nopony, nothing, was getting in, she uses her magic and a hidden door fades into existence, then she heads inside, closing it behind her as it seems to fade away, as if it was never there.

She continues down a dark corridor, lit by her own magic, before coming into a decently size room with a small bookshelf, and a table with a couple of chairs for her...

... and her sister, Luna, whom enters the room from the corridor opposite of the one Celestia had just come through.

"So, you felt it too, sister?" Luna asks, a serious expression upon her muzzle, as she disperses her magic and begins to light the torches around the room.

"Yes," Celestia answers, her expression equally serious now, "I'm now wondering where-"

"Right here, Sunbutt," a third voice interrupts her, a voice both are all too familiar with, and they watch a creature seemingly made of the parts of many creatures, all together hover down from the darkness of the ceiling.

"Discord," Luna says with bit of a sneer, "you know this-"

"This is no time for games, yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand how important this is, Moonie," Discord says, slithering his body over before booping her. "Besides, I'm more curious what this 'prophecy' could be referring to," he states in an unimpressed tone.

"Very well," Celestia states, "let us consult the archives and see which prophecy it is, thankfully, it shouldn't take long."

They nod as the sisters float a book each to themselves as Discord grabs a few, snaps his fingers, and the books begin to check themselves for him.

One hour later...

After checking and double-checking every book, all but Celestia look puzzled.

"I don't understand, sister," Luna says, looking to Celestia, "you said you've been keeping track of every prophecy as it comes up."

Celestia nods, her mane currently hiding her expression.

"Well, perhaps a new one was made recently?" Discord suggests. "It is one of the reasons why I love prophesies, they are as sporadic in appearing as they chaotically worded."

"No," Celestia states simply, but coldly, looking to them showing her worried expression, "it's far more simpler, and worrying than that."

"Sister...?" Luna says, looking both worried and confused.

Celestia gets up and goes over to one of the lit torches, and the pulls it down some, sounded by clicking and the sound of stone scraping, the wall beside her opening, a simple glass display with a small parchment inside, held up to be read.

The parchment looks so old, that a breeze could turn it into dust... yet, there is something odd about it, something that all three recognize.

Some of the words written on it are glowing.

"That's the prophecy," Celestia says breathlessly, her expression showing fear, "the one I hoped would never come to pass..."

"Celly...?" Discord asks, more in confusion than worry. "What is this prophecy about...?"

"A powerful, supposedly sapient, predator," Celestia starts, "one that may lose something dear to them... and could either learn to forgive and become a great ally, or become fueled by rage..."

"... and become a great danger to all in it's way," Luna finishes, looking shocked, then serious. "How much of the prophecy has been fulfilled?"

"So little, that I believe the creature has yet to be born," Celestia answers, then looks to Luna. "We cannot search for something that has yet to be born, we must wait for it to be shown to us..."

"R-... right, Celestia," Luna says with a sigh, "I just... you know how I worry for our people..."

"I know Lulu," Celestia says softly, bringing Luna into a hug with her wings.

"Oh, gag," Discord says, rolling his eyes. "So, we have to play the long game with a potential threat to the country? We should just send those six-"

"No," Celestia says sternly, looking to Discord with a hardened expression, "this is too dangerous, even for them, as this creature is not only a threat to us... but to all of our allies beyond."

"Then I could just... snap it away?" Discord suggests, having his right paw ready to snap, as if to emphasize.

"Only as a last resort, after all," Luna begins, looking at the prophecy once more, "there's the possibility it can become our ally."

~~~Location: █▄▌?!¿§¡▐▀█~~~
~~~Time: ?¿:!¡~~~
~~~POV: Young Girl, 3rd Person~~~

...

'... It's so dark...'

...

'... but so warm... so... comfy...'

... she feels something move against her...

'Don't move me so much... I just got comfortable...'

... suddenly, there's a lot of movement, and she feels as gravity seems to change direction rapidly...

'W-what's going on, why is everything...?' she thinks to herself as she herself begins to move around... no, thrash around...

After a while of wild movement flooding her senses, everything eventually goes still once more... before a muffled wet noise is heard... Then a light cuts into the darkness, nearly blinding her as something clawed reaches through... grabbing them one-by-one and pulling them into the line of light that seems to open every time it reaches through.

Eventually, it reaches for her, and it feels like time slows down for her, watching as what she is sure is her doom reaching for her.

'Please, n-no, she... she promised, she pro-'