Starfall: Dominion of the Night, Part I

by AuroraScribe

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Nightmare Moon, Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Tragedy
Length: 35815

The course of time has been changed... and as the war of the sisters begins, will Star Swirl's involvement change things for the better, or has the mage doomed Equestria to an even more terrible fate?

As Luna begins her downward spiral to evil, Star Swirl the Bearded returns from a dark future and makes a terrible discovery - someone, or something, has altered the course of time! As he works to set things right, will his involvement change things for the better, or has the mage doomed Equestria to an even more terrible fate?

Made the feature box twice! :rainbowkiss:

• The second part is now available, which you can read by clicking here.
• Is the time travel stuff confusing? (Yes is the only correct answer.) Then click here to get a better understanding!
• NOTICE: This story contains an OC mary sue, an over-powered mage, some really dark moments and my poor but only occasional attempts at writing comedy. It also has warm fuzzy moments, too.

Published 2012-12-06 09:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-11 23:07:42 UTC

Prologue: In Another Time

Over a thousand years ago. . .

The snow-speckled air swirled about as the black pitch of night lightened to the grays of early morning. Another winter dawn had come to Equestria and while most would wrap themselves in heavy clothing or find a nice cozy fire to warm near, the harsh weather did little to affect the dark winged-unicorn and princess of Equestria standing upon her balcony of Canterlot castle.

Princess Luna sighed lightly and continued to watch the snow and ice lazily drifting endlessly from the gray sky above, the small puff of frost before her the only sign she wasn’t a statue. Though heavy snowfall within Canterlot was rare due to the numerous wards of magic, Luna found it quite beautiful and chose to allow a small passing storm to cover the city in a thick blanket of white throughout the night. She considered for a moment what her sister, Princess Celestia, would think of her choice but quickly dismissed the thought. It doesn’t matter, she concluded. With another sigh she stepped forward and brought her hooves upon the intricate railing of the balcony then closed her eyes.

Though ancient, Luna retained the appearance of a youthful mare and while she had lived a span nearly a hundred-fold of an average pony, she had never truly felt old. Not until this day. She’d seen the rise and fall of would-be rulers, of multiple attacks against Canterlot, and when the world was still young, she stood side by side with her sister to stop the malevolent draconequus known as Discord and brought an end to his reign of chaos.

As she slowly opened her eyes she briefly thought of her parents, neither of which she had seen in a very long time. Is this what they would want for me? A princess only by title, destined to be a shadow of her sister? She angrily flung a large clump of snow from the balcony and watched as it broke apart then vanished as it mixed with the haze of white down below.

Long ago, there had been a singular feeling to the work the princesses of Canterlot had chosen to do, as if they were two halves of the same spirit, here to bring harmony to a world greatly in need of it. But over time, that feeling had changed. Luna knew of her sister's passion to keep the world alight, and as she was reminded each and every day of that fact it had become clear to her they were two separate ponies with two completely different goals.

With her dark-purple mane flowing in the breeze, she spread her wings and gently flapped sending the snow that rested upon them swirling into a frozen mist. Still deep in thought, she lifted herself from the balcony and away from the tower of the castle then inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with icy-cold air. A time of great change is coming, sister, she thought and looked to the horizon.

Luna’s heart ached as she watched the frozen waterfalls and the blanket of snow covering the outer city glow golden as the sun slowly rose. For the first time in her life, she felt truly alone and had to consciously fight back the tears beginning to form. “How long have I simply wanted others to see this world as I do?” She whispered and blinked heavily. "But is this... Am I doing the right thing?" Bothered by the sudden indecisiveness she shook her head and closed her eyes once more.

Trying to clear her thoughts, for a moment she listened to the flapping of her wings but heard something that surprised her – it was light, but clearly the beautiful voice of somepony singing. Both bothered and enraptured by the sudden interruption, she took a moment to listen.

In the glow of the moon,
From the light of the sun,
We stand not alone,
Our hearts are as one.

Her eyes narrow as she scans the area surrounding the castle. That voice could belong to only one pony.

Princess Celestia walked slowly through the frozen royal garden, her long, colorful mane and tail drifting lazily in the winter breeze. She skimmed over the pages of a small book hovering and glowing luminously next to her as she hummed a few more notes, her mouth twisting into a silly grin as she glanced to her side. Next to her, a young filly by the name of Star Flare, a white winged-unicorn with gleaming blue mane and tail, was carefully listening to every note in an attempt to memorize the melody. Near them multiple guards listened on, but neither Celestia nor Star Flare pay them any heed, each absorbed in one another’s company.

Only the guards turned as Luna gently landed in the snow nearby, each bowing then standing at full attention.

“Our hearts are as one,” Celestia sung lightly.

“Our hearts are as one,” Star Flare echoed, not quite matching the princess’s tones, but her lighter voice carried its own beauty.

“Good! I think you’ve nearly mastered that verse, little one. We’ll have to… Oh, Luna? We didn’t wake you, I hope?” Celestia smiled and nuzzled the little filly next to her.

Star Flare giggled then her eyes widen as she saw Luna.

“You did not… I have yet to sleep, sister,” Luna said flatly, Star Flare’s shocked expression distracting her from saying more.

“We have a visitor,” Celestia said sweetly as she nodded to the filly. “Her name is Star Flare.”

“I see,” Luna said indifferently, wanting to skip any formalities. “A visit during the day, if only I could express how little this surprised me.” She looked away but could feel her sister’s purple eyes almost attempting to pierce her, but before anything about it could be said, the little filly spoke up.

“When I found out I’d be allowed to come to the castle… I… secretly stayed up each night and took extra-long naps during the day at the orphanage! I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stay awake to meet you otherwise,” Star Flare began briskly, but a sudden look of fear crossed her face. “But please, don’t tell them I stayed up… they’d probably be upset with me!”

“It appears you have quite the admirer,” Celestia said with a smirk but her voice was low, her mood clearly dampened.

“Perhaps,” Luna began as she looked to her sister, “But I doubt that.” She turned and looked at the little visitor but Star Flare was clearly telling the truth; small dark circles encompassed her brightly shining yellow eyes and if not for the excitement, she looked as if she could fall asleep any moment. Luna shifted, suddenly feeling guilty for being so rude. “Do not worry, young one, your secret is safe… but you still need your rest. Tell me, why put yourself through that?”

Star Flare’s expression changed to a look of confusion, as if she didn't have a reason but almost instantly she perked up and said cheerfully, “Because you’re a princess!”

Warmth flickered within Luna, a sensation that slightly dulled her foul mood. Unknowingly she smiled gently.

“It is true, right? I get to visit with each of you for a full day?” The little filly looked from Celestia back to Luna.

“And a full night,” Celestia corrected and glanced at her sister. “Each year the Canterlot orphanage brings all of the children here to spend time at the castle, but this year is very unique-”

Luna would never know what was unique about this occasion as multiple pegasus - royal guards by the look of their ornate armor - landed heavily a short distance from the princesses and saluted. One of them, a dark black pegasus with a light-blue mane and slightly larger than the others, stepped forward and bowed.

“Your majesties! We’ve returned from a small village near the Whitetail Woods where we were to provide support per your request...” the large pegasus spoke loudly but kept his head low.

“Their situation was dire, Captain… why have you returned so soon?” Celestia asked.

A small grin crept over Luna’s lips but vanished when she noticed Star Flare looking about nervously. Obviously scared, the little filly quickly found a hiding spot behind Celestia’s tail.

“Princess… the village…” the large pegasus’s head sunk lower and he cleared his throat, “Your highness, the village is gone." Luna saw him glance to each of the other guards that had landed with him, both of which looked away with pain-filled eyes. Luna recognized him as the leader of Canterlot’s air patrol called the skyguard, a very swift flyer by the name of Stormstrike. If Celestia had sent him, one of her very best guards, she must have taken the matter very seriously. The horrible news and seeing him so distraught should’ve alarmed Luna, but instead only a sense of guilt-twinged joy filled her.

Celestia’s eyes widened. “Gone?” Her head shook so quickly it could’ve been a twitch. "Gone? Wha-what do you mean?"

Stormstrike swallowed. "Your highness... we arrived too late… the entire village was destroyed when the nearby dam came apart. There... was almost nothing left.”

“No!” Celestia spoke so adamantly it could’ve been a command. “That’s not possible… there were families, very good ponies… friends...” she almost pleaded.

It was obvious Stormstrike wasn’t sure how to respond as he looked down once more and took a deep breath.

Next to him one of the others spoke up, a thin female pegasus named Cyclone. “What he says is true, your highness. Only the foundations remained of the village... when the dam gave way, the massive surge of water carved a valley clear to the Bridle Shores. Captain Stormstrike ordered ten guards to stay behind to continue the search, but he wanted to give you this news personally. Your highnesses…. I’ve never seen this kind of devastation. It was… so horrible.”

Oh, that’s just the beginning. Luna shifted, unable to contain a tremble within her. “But is there nothing we can do?” She looked to each of the pegasus guards innocently and had to forcibly contain a laugh by covering her mouth with a hoof, a gesture she hoped the others took as a gasp of shock.

Stormstrike slid his helmet off as he looked to his comrades then to Luna. “I’m very sorry princess… as I said... we arrived too late,” he said softly.

“That is truly a shame to hear,” Luna said then cleared her throat as if her emotions were getting the best of her. “But I refuse to give up hope! A moment, please,” she could feel her sister's piercing gaze once again, but ignored it. Her horn flashed bright purple and the snow before her melted into a puddle so mirror-like it could’ve been quicksilver. “Nightweaver, there’s been disturbing news… I've just learned the town you were going to visit has been destroyed, are you alright?”

The reflective-pool glowed bright purple and the image of a dark-gray unicorn appeared. “Princess Luna! There’s no need for alarm, your highness! When I arrived the dam was in bad shape, but there was just enough time to help evacuate everypony before it broke. Take my word, everypony is safe!”

The guards all around cheered as Celestia and Stormstrike exhaled in disbelief. Luna nodded and let a smug grin pass her lips. She noticed Star Flare had gathered enough courage to move out from hiding, her mouth open in amazement.

"We will send others to help, right away! You have done wonderful work, thank you, Nightweaver!” Luna nodded to the image of the gray pony then released her magic; the purple glow vanishing as the water of the pool quickly receded into the snow. “It was quite fortunate one of the night watch was already on his way there to visit family," Luna said as she looked down to the gape in the snow. “Tragedies have become commonplace these days… next time, we may not be so lucky.”

Each of the guards nodded with worried expressions.

Celestia only nodded once. “Let us hope there is never a next time.”

“Of course, sister,” Luna began as she smiled at Star Flare then turned her attention back to Celestia. “Let us hope.”

Chapter One: Fool's Gambit

In a distant future…

Beams of magic collide with such force the entire structure rumbled from the displaced air, the torrent of power creating an aurora of vivid blue and red light and sent tendrils of dust cascading from cracks in the elaborate dome ceiling. In a flash the spell energy dissipated leaving only tiny arcs of colorful static to flicker about until vanishing completely, returning the massive chamber to an ink-like darkness.

“Star... Swirl…” the voice spoke almost seductively, the sound of it reverberating from every direction. “This can only end one way. You know that.”

Star Swirl the Bearded – a title he had grown quite fond of over the years – patted dust from his robes then cleared his throat. “I find that rather odd,” the old mage chided loudly as he adjusted his large, pointed hat and peered into the void stretching out before him to search for his opponent. “There are, in fact, nearly an infinite amount of possible outcomes to how this may conclude... But even so, I do admit I only have one in mind. After all, I’d hate to think all this work was for nothing.”

“Oh, it isn’t, little pony. Soon I’ll be completely freed from that sorceress’s wretched prison… and when I am I will unmake everything she holds dear… all thanks to you.”

Star Swirl stood on his hind legs and crossed his forelegs across his chest. “Is that so? Well, I think you’ve done more than enough already...” a hint of anger crept into his voice as he waved a hoof, the motion summoning his staff next to him in a brilliant burst of light. The ornate weapon brightly illuminated his surroundings, each of the interweaving patterns and arcane symbols carved upon it glowing with their own power. With the destruction near him now clearly visible, he looked to the cracked tile and thick ash underhoof and briefly remembered a time when this chamber was once beautiful and presided royalty. With a deep sigh, his memories faded away to the current grim reality. “What you’ve done to Equestria… to the world… will be erased and you’ll be sealed away once again. Whatever you’re planning makes little difference... It’s never going to happen, I’ll be certain of it.”

There was no light yet the unmistakable energy of magic began to course through the dark air. Star Swirl cringed at the tainted, evil feeling it provided, as if it were tangible rage and hopelessness floating about. Don’t hold back, he thought. Attack me head on so that I may bring a swift end to your malice.

“What I’m planning matters a great deal,” the voice spoke again, but something about it was odd, almost as if two beings were speaking in synch. “You’ll understand… soon enough.”

Star Swirl tugged his gray beard as he tilted his head and pivoted his ears upward. It… can’t be? He shook his head certain he recognized something familiar about the voice but suddenly it was as if the sun had been summoned before him; the cathedral-like structure shook violently sending chunks of crumbled stone crashing to the floor as it filled with blinding light so intense he had to turn his head and tilt the rim of his hat to shield his eyes.

“Before that, however, first things first: You have something that belongs to me!” The voice resonated through the chamber with great power.

With the last words still echoing and his eyes still adjusting to the sudden change in light, Star Swirl could feel the ever so subtle hint that one of his various protection spells had been dispelled. Instantly his staff is ripped from his grasp and hurls through the air away from him. Instinctively he reaches out but being separated from his weapon was nearly impossible; he could return it to his side with a simple incantation. He let his foreleg droop and shook his head, more aggravated than concerned. That’s his plan? Did it truly take such powerful magic to seal this monster away?

“Yes… It did,” the voice responded to the mage’s musings coldly.

Somewhat startled, Star Swirl peered towards the intense source of light. Floating next to his weapon, Princess Celestia in her full set of golden armor gazed down to him, her eyes narrowed in anger.

“Prin… cess-?” Star Swirl couldn’t finish as a wave of power struck his barrier and flipped him end over end across the tile. Using his magic to land upright, he skidded to a stop sending ash and dust airborne into a thick cloud, the gritty air making him cough as he reeled from the attack. Please no… it can’t be her! He raised his head as he summoned an enormous amount of spell energy, his horn flaring bright blue as his hat and robes fluttered in the swirling air around him. Before completing the spell he waved a hoof before him and uttered one word, “return.”

But his staff didn’t reappear by his side as it should.

Confused and his horn still glowing intensely, he cut through the cloud of dust with a foreleg and blinked but Celestia was gone, his weapon with her. Behind me! He turned just in time to deflect a red beam of magic but the energy coursed into the floor and exploded, the blast hurling him high into the air. Before he could react he was paralyzed by a red glow surrounding his body, the evil magic briefly suspending him as if floating in water then slammed him hard upon the floor sending chunks of stone and tile scattering in every direction.

Celestia casually stepped forward and examined the small crater where Star Swirl should be, but wasn’t at all surprised he wasn’t there. “You’ve always been crafty,” she said as she glanced about. “I suppose that’s the reason you’ve lived as long as you have.”

Star Swirl reappeared in a flash of blue light behind Celestia and briefly considered using a spell but instead brought a hoof forward. “Return!” He loudly commanded, but again his staff didn’t obey. With a tiny shake of his head he recoiled and swallowed hard in disbelief, the small motion sending sweat trickling down his face onto his ash-covered beard.

“Oh… is this what you seek?” Celestia turned, her golden armor brightly reflecting her magical radiance as she glanced at Star Swirl over her wing. Smirking, she reached out and gently touched the pristine weapon with a hoof and it blackened, the intricate carvings bubbling and contorting into new shapes until the staff was completely twisted and gnarled. “Ailamyr. Luminisca. The Pillar of Light. Whatever name it was once given, it is that no longer,” she stated matter-of-factly, her smirk changing to a wicked smile. “Korlamyr… The Pillar of Shadow would be more appropriate now.”

Star Swirl stumbled backwards, his wide eyes fixated on the staff. “Wh-what have you done?”

“You’ve always lacked the conviction to finish what you’ve started,” she said as she caressed the surface of the weapon then suddenly clenched it with a hoof. “So I simply did what I should have long ago… Taken from you the source of your power!” Her voice rose to a shout as she spun sending her colorful mane and tail flowing around her like liquid then pointed the darkened-weapon at the mage with perfect grace. With a flash of energy the end of it erupted with magic sending a beam that struck Star Swirl with incredible force, the powerful magic hurling him clear across the massive room.

Still airborne, Star Swirl fought the pain and quickly touched his horn then waved a foreleg in a counter-clockwise motion. As he soared toward the far wall, it glowed lightly as a circle of spell energy appeared upon it, his magic instantly transmuting the thick stone into fine silt just as he collided and sunk into the soft matter. Aching from both the impact and Celestia’s attack, he shook his head as he stepped from the wall sending a thick cloud of the powdery dust floating down around him. I can’t do this… I can’t fight her! But… what choice do I have? With a groan his mind raced to find a way to get the upper-hoof as a familiar sound made him glance upward.

In a flash of red energy, Celestia teleported high above, her wings angled to dive and the staff aimed directly at him.

The name of a hundred spells ran through Star Swirl’s mind, but he couldn’t focus. His horn erupted bright blue but instead of deflecting the incoming attack or even teleporting to safety he only summoned a magical barrier and watched as she descended upon him, as if entranced by her assault.

There was a brief dance of light as the staff easily pierced the energy field and time seemed to slow as the bladed tip of the weapon glided through the air and stabbed deep into his shoulder. He blinked as the surge of pain struck then gasped and cried out as he tried to force the weapon away, but his hooves merely fumbled upon its charcoal-like surface as he crumbled to his side in agony.

“Your apathy leaves much to be desired, especially since you were so impressive before… tell me, has something changed?” Celestia gave a sinister laugh as she held the staff firmly and tilted her head pondering. “Don’t tell me it’s because you’re afraid you might harm a princess of this land?”

Desperate for his own answers he ignored the question and gazed into Celestia’s eyes. Around her bright purple irises was a soft flicker of red magic, but he noticed something else as well. Though struggling to stay conscious, he was certain a tear trickled down the princess’s cheek. Then the scrolls were true… there’s no limit to his foul magic, he can corrupt anyone. Even her. “Fight him, Ce-Celestia… don’t… don’t do this!”

In response, the staff began to trace across his side like a pen to parchment, the razor-sharp tip cleaving easily through his robes as it carved a horrible wound upon him. Through the excruciating pain he swallowed hard and began to summon every bit of magic he had left.

“And this is how the mighty spell weaver finds his end – not through a clash of power, but as a heap upon the floor, skewered by his own weapon. I almost find it sad, really… to have this carried out by two things you claim to care so much for. Still, it’s also somewhat poetic, wouldn’t you agree?” Scarlet energy danced across the staff as Celestia pulled it from the mage’s side and used her magic to raise it high into the air. “Goodbye… Star Swirl!” She clenched her eyes shut and brought the weapon straight down as if hurling a spear... But with a loud crack, it harmlessly struck the floor.

Only a fading blue cloud of energy was all that remained of Star Swirl the Bearded.

* * * * * * * *

Nearly two thousand years in the past…

It was midday in Canterlot and like most winter days, birds of the season preened and stood along the snowy roof of the central library watching the cobble street below, but their keen eyes and senses had them on edge. Something was beginning to frighten them and as one took flight others chirped and cawed in distress then quickly followed. Too deep in personal matters or their own thoughts to be bothered, the few ponies passing by gave little attention to the noisy distraction, completely unaware of the powerful magic nearby.

It began small – just a tiny vibration, something few would ever notice – but it quickly grew in strength until powerful enough that it began to shake even the walls of the long alley. A sudden burst of wind whipped snow and debris into a tiny maelstrom as the light and thunderous sound of a timejump spell appeared - then, almost as quickly as it had formed, the spell dissipated into a soft glowing mist and faded away, replaced by a unicorn with a long, gray beard.

Star Swirl stumbled forward and took a ragged breath of icy air then tripped and collapsed in a heap upon the snow. Exhausted and trembling in pain he no longer fought the darkness now clouding his vision; instead he closed his eyes and submitted willingly.

“Ce… lest... ia…” he barely sounded out the princess’s name then lost consciousness.

* * * * * * * *

…This can only end one way…

…You know that…

Hours pass until Star Swirl woke to the sound of sinister laughter. With his beard looking more like a frozen mop he weakly lifted his head from the snow and opened his frost-encrusted eyes as a spark of fear ignited within him, but as he did the dreadful sound changed to the innocent laughing of children. Confused and his vision still clouded, he blinked heavily and spotted a family passing by the opening of the alley in the distance, their children apparently having a snowball fight.

Somewhat relieved his chin slumped back onto the icy mound but suddenly felt an almost frantic need to stretch. As he started to shift he immediately regretted the decision and groaned; instead of relief the small movement caused a sharp stabbing pain to shoot through his side. He grinded his teeth and blinked away tears but otherwise sat motionless, briefly reliving the battle as the pain brought memories flooding back to him. I… lost. And with my failure, there may be little hope for the future.

For a long while he continued to lay still, both to contain his overflowing emotions and to work up the courage to look to his side – to the source of the incredible pain. With a grimace, he swallowed hard then slowly turned his head.

Aside from being filthy and matted, his velvety blue robes looked relatively undamaged for the most part. His eyes briefly looked to the pattern of golden moons and stars woven into the soft material – each enchanted to deflect or absorb an assortment of attacks – and began to wonder what else could’ve been done, but his train of thought is lost as he spots a thin blackened split going almost the full length of his body. Upon seeing it he winced then closed his eyes; he knew that even as bad as the damage to the robes looked, it paled to what was underneath. For a long moment he considered what to do next but a loud chirp surprised him and made him glance up.

A silver and white winter bird wheeled just overhead then landed and hopped on the snow in front of him, tilting its head left then right as it looked at the old mage. With another loud chirp it wiggled its tail feathers then hopped onto the edge of his hoof.

Star Swirl managed to smile warmly. Throughout the ages, nature had always been his favorite source of information since communicating with plants and animals usually had the smallest impact on future events. “Hello there... It’s quite nice to meet you, as well.”

The bird chirped then shuffled back and forth.

“Why yes, actually, I could use your help,” Star Swirl spoke gently as a thoughtful expression crossed his face. “Have you seen much of the city? Do you know if there is a conflict of any sort going on?” He remembered the family that passed by earlier and pursed his lips. “In my haste I may have come to the wrong place.”

The little bird flapped its wings and hopped down to the snow as it chirped a variety of notes, happily doing its best to tell all it knew. Once it finished it chirped a final note farewell then took off and flew clear out of the alley and over the rooftops.

Though somewhat shadowed from onlookers but not wanting to take the chance of another surprise visit, Star Swirl quickly drew a magic rune in the air as his horn glowed brightly, the spell creating the illusion the rear alley was empty. Then, with his lips twisting with uncertainty, he tugged his beard and considered everything the little bird had told him.

“There’s an aura of discontent… but the sisters aren’t yet at war,” he whispered and began to stroke his frost-covered beard thoughtfully. “Though it probably isn’t far off, possibly months… maybe even just days, it means my spell was inaccurate. I’ll need to find out exactly what point in time this is, but before that…” he turned his head as his horn glowed soft blue, the magic gently untying the straps of his robes then lifted them from him and neatly folded them upon the snow. “I have to take care of this first.”

Shivering and though it felt like his stomach was churning, he clenched his jaw and looked once more to his side. Even though he believed he was ready, what he saw made his eyes widen. The attack had left a long, blackened gape upon him; the gruesome wound went from a large gouge in his front shoulder clear to his tail and split his cutie mark in two.

“By my own weapon,” Star Swirl quietly repeated Celestia’s words. He knew that while his robes could be mended easily enough, an injury of this kind was another matter entirely. “It’s been cauterized…” he paused to fight back a very strong desire to gag. Seared and charred black… “But can it be healed?” He whispered aloud then took a shallow breath, a small exertion he now believed was probably not much dissimilar to inhaling fire.

“I… must try!” With renewed determination he wobbly pushed himself to stand as his entire body ached intensely from the sudden strain. Doing his best not to fall over, he focused and began to cast a spell of regeneration. As he did he shivered once more, this time not from the cold, rather from a sense of dread of what may lay ahead. His thoughts lingered on Ailamyr, the powerful artifact given to him by Celestia herself long ago, and how it had also been stolen and used against him by the princess. The weapon, at one time elegant and beautiful, was now twisted and its magic corrupted – something he never thought possible or even imagined could be done. Though the staff had been created to protect the world from evil, he had no doubt it now held the ability to slay someone with a kind heart, possibly even those believed immortal.

He sighed deeply as the throbbing began to dull, replaced by mild warmth that greatly masked the pain. Somewhat surprised, he looked to his side and took in a full breath and was relieved the endless stabbing sensation was nearly gone, but noted he had used his most powerful healing spell and the wound hadn’t changed in size. “My magic should stave off the pain for a time, but that effect is most likely only temporary... and so, Princess Cadance may be my only hope,” he considered for a moment what it would take to meet with the princess and sighed once more. “But for now, this will have to do.”

Thankful he could at least breathe normally again, he took a deep breath then slid his large hat off and ran a hoof through his shaggy gray mane. Beside him, his magic lifted the robes from the snow then unfolded and slipped them gently back on. As the final strap magically tied itself across his chest, he flipped his hat over and waved a hoof over the hole for his head making it glow then reached a foreleg inside. For a long while he sorted through various objects then with a smile pulled out an item which looked like an overly-large bit. To those without a discerning eye the item appeared to simply be a golden disk with a tiny hole in its center, but upon close inspection it was actually three connected rings all with various inscriptions. He lovingly rubbed a hoof across its shiny surface then gently laid it upon the snow and returned his hat to his head.

As he stepped back he looked to the shiny coin-like object and began to concentrate deeply. Taking a deep breath, he narrowed his eyes and waved a foreleg vertical. In unison, his horn glowed brightly as the motion magically lifted the disk into the air until it hovered almost at eye level. He then waved his foreleg horizontal and with a light click each ring began to rotate. As they quickly picked up speed, the nonstop whirling created a light, high-pitched hum and created a semi-illusion of a hovering golden orb.

Now to find out exactly where I am. Star Swirl bent his neck and in a flash his horn erupted in magic and sent a blue beam of energy that struck the orb and made it glow brightly. For a long while his magic weaved between each of the rings until a bolt of energy streaked into the evening sky. Suddenly, the area around the orb darkened as it sent pulsing streams of light onto the cobblestone and snow below, the magic softly projecting thousands of interweaving circles and multiple runes of various sizes and shapes.

For a moment Star Swirl wobbled then took a ragged breath; using the disk required an immense amount of power and he was used to having Ailamyr assist him. He shook off a sudden need to lie back down and moved forward to examine the threads of time but stopped as his eyes caught something out of place.

“That… cannot be!” He shook his head making the top of his hat flop back and forth as he spotted the rune for Night, a crescent moon with a tiny star in the middle. “I should've arrived in Canterlot just at the start of the war but my spell was off by nearly twenty years… if Luna is still here, then the course of time has been changed!” He frantically looked to other runes, some depicting loops in time and others showing major events that shape the future, many of which no longer connected to any of the various timelines. His eyes widen when he notices the new pattern. It has to be him... it's the only explanation. “Does… he intend to prevent the war of the sisters?”

He swallowed hard as he realized what that could mean. Luna’s role in Equestria is pivotal… the damage she was to cause is but a fraction of what could happen should the princess not face the evil stirring within, there’s too much at stake! “But… that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, villain? But how are you doing this?” His voice lowered to a whisper as his mind raced. He’s only had one binding removed… surely there’s more to his plan.

Star Swirl suddenly stepped away from the glowing timelines and rubbed his eyes as another wave of exhaustion struck. “I’d be a fool to meddle with things in such a state… but that monster leaves me little choice,” he shook his head then glanced once more to the glimmering runes. It’s dangerous, especially with this large of a time shift… but I need to consult the princesses… do whatever necessary to get things back… on…

His thoughts drift off as he notices the orb flicker from the bright blue of his magic to red then flares intense white, shining brightly like a tiny star floating before him. An incantation quickly passed his lips - a reflex reaction to interacting with the unknown most his life - the spell creating a thin absorption barrier around him just in time.

In a blinding flash of energy, the orb explodes.

Chapter Two: Veiled Lineage

Strawberry Autumn, a red unicorn with brightly colored orange and red-striped hair walked casually as she flicked her tail back and forth, her mind focused on going over the checklist magically floating before her. She skimmed line after line and mumbled a few words about returning books then smiled as she looked below the hovering parchment to her daughter, a little purple pegasus filly named Berry Bliss keeping stride beside her. “Well, that was our last stop, BB…” she said then slowed her pace. Her magic lifted the parchment higher into the air and she quickly looked from side to side. “But where’d Fidget go?”

Berry Bliss scowled. Her brother just never seemed to listen – and more than that, whatever he does wrong always had a way of getting her in trouble, too. She shook her tiny head sending her short curly purple and pink mane bouncing from shoulder to shoulder as she sat back and crossed her forelegs. “Ugh… did he run off again? I’m not his babysitter you know!? And he’s older than me... why do I always have to keep an eye on-?” Her voice trails off as she looked over her shoulder and spots him a short distance away staring into the side alley of the Canterlot library. “Hmph… there he is.”

“Well, go ask if he's coming with us, we need to head home. It’s starting to get late and I need to get supper ready.”

Berry Bliss rolled her eyes but made sure her mother couldn’t see. “Fine,” she announced with a huff, creating a small frost cloud before her. Realizing there's nothing else she could say about the matter, she quickly took off in a trot and weaved passed the few ponies making their way from the large staircase of the library then over to her brother. “Hey! You can’t just go wherever without saying anything! What are you doing?”

Fidget gave a side glance and shrugged. “I… dunno, sis. I thought I saw someone back there earlier… and just now… it’s like the walls moved or something.”

Berry Bliss gave a forced sigh as she came to a stop. Trying to hide her interest, she peeked down the alley but seeing nothing out of the ordinary she quickly looked back to her brother. “It’s that dumb helmet of yours, Fidgey; it’s making you see things,” she prodded a hoof into his armored side then shrugs. “Whatever… Mom’s waiting. Come on, let’s-”

She’s cut short as a blast of hot air whips her sideways, then in a flash of blue light a unicorn seemingly appears out of nowhere and soars backwards just above her and Fidget.

Star Swirl crashed hard and slid on his back clear to the other side of the ice-encrusted road as chunks of super-heated stone splattered down around him like tiny molten raindrops, sizzling and popping as they struck the frozen ground.

Berry Bliss squeaks and stumbled backwards, then with a quick shake of her head inhales deeply and screams as she runs off towards her mother, flapping her tiny wings as hard as she can.

Fidget slowly straightened his helmet as he watched his sister then looked back to the old unicorn lying on the road. He could feel his legs wobble and his knees kept bumping together from shaking, but no matter how much he wanted to run away, something within wouldn’t let him. Instead, he swallowed and took a few small steps towards the strange unicorn. “Ex-excuse me? Are… are you alright?”

A nearly invisible field of energy surrounding Star Swirl dispersed as he blinked heavily and woozily attempted to look toward the strange ringing voice. He gave a small chuckle as the feint glow of blue light extinguished from his horn then laid his head back onto a snow mound, falling unconscious.

“Mister! Mis-… ter?” Fidget moved closer and slid his homemade helmet off but a loud rumbling sound made him look toward the alley once more. Shadows deep within it bent and warped as Star Swirl’s illusion began to fail – the rear of the long alley distorts as if underwater then the magic gives way completely, unveiling a large mass of crumbled stone and debris, much of it smoldering and glowing soft yellows and reds.

Fidget blinked and shook his head in disbelief as he glanced once more to Star Swirl. “What in the world just happened?”

* * * * * * * *

“Halt! Thief!” Star Flare shouted then giggled as she trotted through the Canterlot market, her polished golden armor shining brightly even in the soft light of the evening sun. Onlookers blurred by as she hurried passed, her focus on a little filly named Dandy running just ahead of her. As a cart full of snow-dusted carrots suddenly pulled into the road, the little pony cut left then darted around it, but rather than try to follow, Star Flare spread her wings as she leapt and glided easily over the new obstacle, startling the donkey pulling it.

Heehawww!

“Oops! Sorry about that, Mr. Bopple!”

“Oh! Oh, that’s quite alright, Missy! After another troublemaker again, I see!” he said with a wink.

“Like always!” Star Flare shouted back still in pursuit. With a smirk, she cut behind a large cabbage stand as her horn glowed crystal blue, the magic surrounding then lifting the tiny filly gently into the air. “I think that’s far enough… that was my apple, young lady.”

With a bright blue glow shimmering around her, Dandy clapped her front hooves defensively around the red fruit she was holding in her mouth. “I’m thorry, mith shtarflare!”

“I’m sure you are,” Star Flare tried not to smile but couldn’t prevent it. “Just like yesterday… and the day before that-”

Nyahaha! Another young pony by the name of Skunk, a black and brown spotted colt with yellow hair, gave a piercing laugh as he ran by only slowing to chant, “Little Dandy got caught by Starborn!”

Star Flare watched the young unicorn run off but inwardly winced at the nickname. I guess there are worse things they could call me… but Starborn isn’t really a name, it’s a title. She sighed a little knowing it was far too late to make it stop, especially since it’d been her other name ever since she had been adopted long ago. She brightened a little when she realized Dandy hadn’t used the name and looked to the little earth pony still hovering in the air.

Dandy didn’t notice Star Flare regarding her; instead, she watched as Skunk ran off then slowly took another bite of apple. After a tiny sigh she lowered her head sending her long, light-blue pigtails sliding up to her cheeks. “Whenever you come to the market… all of the kids do whatever they can to get your attention,” her voice shrunk to a whisper as a look of guilt crossed her face. “I… shouldn’t have taken this.”

“Hey… wh-where’s this coming from?” Star Flare’s magic released as it brought the little filly back to the snow-covered street. Then, with a worried look, she slid her golden helmet off then bent her neck and looked into Dandy’s eyes. “I was only teasing, kiddo... the apples are for you guys, that’s why I bring them.”

Dandy suddenly reached forward and hugged Star Flare then after a long moment shyly shuffled away. “I… know. I know that. I just felt like… I had really stolen from you and…” she paused to sniffle then quickly wiped the tears starting to form from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

This winter has been really hard on her… on all of them. Even though her heart ached, Star Flare managed a tiny smile then leaned in and nuzzled Dandy. “Would you do something for me? But! It’s important you don’t tell the others!”

Dandy’s eyes immediately brightened then she looked around, somewhat unsure if she was the one really being spoken to. “Me? Really?! Anything!”

“This is a pretty big secret, so I’m counting on you... I’m going to have a party at the orphanage just before the solstice festival! It’s a lot of work though, and turns out I’ll need some help getting it ready,” she had to pause and laugh as the apple slipped from Dandy’s grasp as she started bouncing from excitement. “So… can you visit Mrs. Sugarcane’s bakery and tell her I need to put in a large order for apple-berry pies for the party, let’s say… ten of them?”

Dandy froze midair then skidded to a stop on the frozen road, her mouth gaped open. “Ten… pies?”

“Well… let’s go with fifteen,” Star Flare giggled then scooped up the quarter-eaten fruit from the snow and handed it gently back to the little pony. “That way there’s sure to be plenty for everyone. This will really help me a lot, I still have so much to do, and...” she leaned forward and whispered, “I have a date tonight, so this will give me a little extra time to get ready.”

Dandy giggled and blushed. “With… Mister Skystrider?”

“Mmhmm,” Star Flare gave a warm smile. “He’ll be at the party, too. He misses you guys.” He really does, little one… we both do. We’ve just been so busy lately. “But before you go…” she wrinkled her nose and looked in the direction of where the little unicorn had run by. “That pony from earlier, I think I recognized him as one of the new ones at the orphanage, but I’ve been meaning to ask… Is his name really Skunk?”

Dandy blinked then gave a crooked smirk. “No… that’s just what he likes to go by,” she glanced about then lowered her voice. “I think it’s because he really hates to take baths,” she giggled but tried to cover her mouth with a hoof.

Star Flare giggled then broke into a fit of laughter. Well, I’m glad that’s not a nickname I earned, she thought. There was more she wanted to say, especially since Dandy was starting to cheer up, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed shop owners of the area starting to close. “Oh! I just realized how late it was… you better hurry; I think the bakery won’t be open much longer! Just let Mrs. Sugarcane know that I’ll stop in tomorrow to pay.”

“O-Oh okay! I’ll go now, then!” Dandy bit into the apple and held it with her mouth as she walked backwards a few steps then waved and took off in a fast trot through the market.

“And after that head straight back to the orphanage! It’s too cold for you all to be out here!” Star Flare shouted then sighed as she watched the little filly vanish through the crowd in the distance.

“They’ll be up late making snow forts and having snowball fights, no doubt,” Mrs. Limesplash, an older light green earth pony with vividly yellow hair said with a laugh as she started to shut the front of her juice stand. “Don’t know how they do it when it’s this cold out, though.”

Star Flare smiled and nodded. “Well, I guess that’s alright,” she paused as a frigid breeze whirled by making her legs shiver and was thankful her armor was enchanted to help keep her warm. “So long as they’re having fun and stay out of trouble.”

“I’m sure they’ll manage half of that,” Mrs. Limesplash chuckled as she finished locking up her stand. “Star, you and the other guards are out in this dreadful cold far too long. If you come by tomorrow I’ll be sure to have some nice warm peppermint-cocoa waiting.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you… I’ll look forward to it!” Star Flare bowed gracefully then slid her golden helmet back on. “Well, have a safe trip home and a nice night!” She waved and turned to leave, but just as she took her first step she heard someone calling her name. Though it was faint, she was certain she recognized the voice. A smile passed her lips as she decided to instead pretend she didn’t hear anything and carried on her way.

“Miss… Star… Flare!” Fidget shouted as he trotted through the market.

How does he always seem to know where to find me? She giggled softly to herself and continued to walk, but slowed her pace as she heard his hooves clattering loudly. That’s odd, she thought as she paused to consider what his hurry might be. She tilted her head as her ears pointed up, acting as if she had just heard something.

The little brown-spotted colt barely managed to skid to a stop just behind her. “Miss...” he coughed and panted for air. “Miss Star Flare!”

She flicked her bright blue tail as she tried to think up a way to tease the little pony but as she turned to face him his unusual armor caught her by surprise. The ornate peytral fit him somewhat well and went from his chest to his rear legs, but she recognized it as Skyguard – the holes and slots for wings were a clear giveaway – which made it a rather odd piece for Fidget to wear since he was a unicorn. He probably scavenged it from someplace, it does look pretty old, she thought. More surprising than the chest piece, however, was his helmet and how overly large it was for his tiny head. From what she could tell, it was made from a combination of wood, tree bark, and what looked to be scrap metal all taped together. It lacked the normal snout protection of a chamfron and apparently when he came to a stop it had squashed his ears outward and fully covered his eyes as it slipped down to his nose, where it still rested. With a smirk, she shook her head and cleared her throat to stifle a very strong urge to laugh. “Attention, soldier.”

Fidget inhaled deeply and instantly pulled himself together at the sound of her voice, quickly standing as straight as he could. As he flung his head upward the helmet bounced off his neck then slid back over his eyes once again, but he quickly adjusted it as he saluted. “M'am!”

“Well… it’s only been a couple days, but I’d say you’re ready for another test…” Star Flare said as her expression turned serious. “Alright then! If a manticore were to land here this very moment, set to pounce… what would you do?” Her eyes narrowed as she slammed a hoof on the ice and almost butted her nose against Fidget’s. She watched as the little colt shrunk into his armor and couldn’t help but wonder if he was part turtle. “You look pretty tired… so I’ll give you a moment, but I doubt the manticore would be so nice.”

“I... I... I, um…” Fidget couldn’t form any words and began to tremble nervously.

Star Flare turned away and gave the little colt a side glance. “Maybe that’s not enough of a challenge? Defending just anypony would probably be easy, right? Then let’s say I was Princess Celestia or Luna,” she began but started to feel a little guilty; she knew how bad Fidget wanted to join the guard but she wanted him to understand it wasn’t a game. “You wouldn’t just stand there shaking... Would you?”

“No… No m'am!” Fidget almost frantically shook his head sending the helmet sliding side to side. “I… I would stand between the manti… um, thing… and the princess,” he said as he moved in front of Star Flare, a display that he’d protect her. “And I... I would politely ask it to please leave!” He turned his head and shakily looked for approval.

Well, he has heart; I suppose I can give him that much, she thought as she smiled warmly. “On occasion manticore can be quite friendly, so that might actually be the perfect way to go about it,” she said as she reached out and tapped a golden hoof on Fidget’s helmet then straightened it for him. “Remember… the princesses are here to protect us, but…” she had to pause and clear her throat, the little pony’s armor was making it very difficult to be serious. “If you’re a part of the royal guard, the safety of every citizen of Canterlot is your responsibility. You must be ready to defend them – and the princesses too – no matter the cost. If you hesitate, somepony might get hurt. Or worse.”

Fidget quickly nodded once again loosening the helmet. “I wouldn’t... I promise!”

“You’re going to make a fine guard one day, Fidge.” Star Flare said with a smile. “Well, I was just on my way home… and since it’s starting to get late and I don’t want your parents worried, do you want to walk with me?”

Fidget started to nod but froze in place. “No… wait, Miss Star Flare! I almost forgot!”

“Oh? Do you need to stop somewhere? If so let’s make it fast, I’m meeting with Skystrider-”

“No, that’s not it! I was supposed to give you a message! Something really weird happened over by the library! A bunch of guards are there and I even spoke to Captain Stormstrike, he asked me to find you and let you know.”

Star Flare cocked an eyebrow and smirked at the notion that Fidget had made up the story – she knew he had quite the imagination, but she’d never known the little pony to tell lies. “I don’t understand, Fidge… Why wouldn’t Stormstrike just give the message to me him… self?” Her voice drifted off as she realized the most likely answer. Whatever it is, he couldn’t leave. It must not be too serious, though, not if he just sent Fidget… then again... Her expression turned serious as she looked at the little pony beside her. He knows Fidge can probably find me better than anyone else on the guard, especially since I’m off duty. “Tell me; is he still at the library now?”

“Yeah, I think so. He was there with Mrs. Calli… and some strange old guy-”

The library is almost on the other side of the city, that’s quite a trip… Star Flare leaped into the air and spread her wings, whipping about the icy air as she hovered in place. “Then I better go make sure everything’s okay,” she paused seeing Fidget’s head droop and floated a bit lower to tap him on the helmet once more. “Thanks for your help, Fidge… it’ll just be quicker if I head there on my own.” Not wanting to waste any more time, she flapped her wings hard and soared over the market buildings, her tail and mane leaving a streak of blue light.

* * * * * * * *

“Oh, my name? I thought you’d already asked that? It is, of course, Virtuoso,” Star Swirl stopped a moment then waved a hoof forward. “The Bearded. Yes, yes,” he finished with a chuckle as he pushed his chin out to proudly display the origin of the title.

“Virtuoso… the Bearded. Right.” Stormstrike reluctantly nodded then shrugged to Calligraphy, a white unicorn with a black tail and braided mane magically taking notes next to him. “The damage is pretty extensive… I’m just glad you weren’t hurt, Mr. Virtuoso.”

“As am I...” Star Swirl looked to the back of the alley which was now just rubble and swallowed hard. “I haven’t a clue as to what could have caused that, but I’m certainly grateful you found me when you did.”

Stormstrike shook his head. “No, that credit doesn’t go to me. Some kids found you, actually… your thanks should really go to them. I just happened upon all this by chance while I was on patrol,” he shifted his stance and stretched his dark wings – the cold air was making his muscles stiff. “But you’re certain you didn’t see what may have caused this? Even the tiniest detail could be a big help.”

A fleeting memory of glowing timelines and of strange magic going out of control quickly went through his mind, but the memories vanished as a sudden stabbing pain from his side made him clench his jaw. My healing spell is already weakening… my time is running short. He turned towards the alleyway and silently repeated the magic words to control the illusion that hid the wound on his side. “Perhaps if I were to get a closer look? Maybe something in there could help me remember.”

Calligraphy glanced up from the parchment hovering before her and locked eyes with Stormstrike. After a quick adjustment to her small, silver-rimmed glasses she barely shook her head then twisted her lips in disapproval.

I know... Stormstrike’s ears flattened as he lowered his head and held her gaze. But it’s probably the only way we’re going to get any info out of this guy. He blinked then turned his attention to Star Swirl. “I probably shouldn’t… but I’ll walk back there with you so you can take a look around. Hopefully you’ll find something that might jog your memory… but before that,” he turned and looked at Calligraphy and stifled a small sigh. “Calli, while I look for clues with our friend here, could you have the others go ahead and setup the barricades? I know there’s going to be complaints, but I don’t want anypony going into the library or near this alley until we’re certain it’s safe.”

As she brushed a few strands of dark hair from her face, Calligraphy’s green eyes briefly stared at Stormstrike then returned to the hovering parchment. “If that’s what you think’s best. Sir.”

Stormstrike took a deep breath. Even though she was inviting it, he didn’t want to argue with Calli – he knew that was a battle he’d never win. “It’s not… but for now I think it’s the only option we have,” he said as he pressed a hoof against the side of his black and gold helmet as if trying to suppress a headache then looked to the old pony edging towards the entrance of the alley. “Alright, let’s go… And just to be clear: If I see even the smallest stone fall from that wall, we’re coming back out. Either way, let’s hurry this up; it’s much too cold to be out here and the sooner we can get to a nice warm fire the better.”

Star Swirl nodded and walked just ahead of Stormstrike into the alley, careful not to trip over any loose debris. After taking a step over a large chunk of stone he then moved over to the massive outer wall and placed a hoof upon it. “Did you know… many, many years ago this wall didn’t surround the city?” He said thoughtfully then let his hoof slide away. “It was a time of peace… the city wasn’t closed off from the world as it is now.”

“That had to be way before my time.” Stormstrike said as he looked to the towering wall but quickly returned his attention to the old unicorn.

“Oh it was… most definitely. It was built so hastily that the wall actually intersects with many buildings at the edge of Canterlot, which is why this alley gets narrower the further we go in – the outer wall was actually built right over the rear of the library.”

“You sound like you know quite a bit about the city… Are you a historian of some sort?”

With his back still to Stormstrike, Star Swirl tilted his head and pondered as he began to move into the overlapping shadows of the rear alley, to where most of the serious damage was. “A historian, you say? Hmm… I suppose that wouldn’t be too off the mark,” his horn glowed faintly as he drew a tiny rune into the ice.

“Well it looks like most of the damage is to the library so it should be somewhat easy to repair, luckily the outer… wall…” Stormstrike blinked heavily as his eyes glossed over then stood perfectly still.

Star Swirl glanced at Stormstrike, content his spell had taken effect. “In another time… you were a champion of the night…” he paused a moment to wince from another jolt of pain, then after a light cough he took a shallow breath and continued. “You had no wife, no children. Yet here you are… a protector of the city and not a hint of evil in your heart. Should the princess begin her uprising this very day, I have no doubt you’d stand against her,” he said as he turned, the magic aura of his horn making his face glow in the darkness. “My magic is growing weaker… and due to a series of tragic circumstances I no longer have a proper way to view the timelines so I unfortunately have to resort to this. My apologies, Captain,” he lowered his voice to a whisper then waved a foreleg creating a large rune in the air. “I will not force you to repeat that dark fate… but I need information, and time is of the utmost importance.”

Stormstrike slowly blinked and continued to stare off into the distance. “What do… you need… to know?”

“You spoke of the cold earlier, and I do not disagree – it is, in fact, freezing,” Star Swirl tugged his robes around him. “How long has it been like this?”

“This winter… is the worst I’ve seen. Doesn’t even warm when the sun is at its highest point.”

Star Swirl considered for a moment. Princess Celestia warded the city to make it pleasant no matter the season… which means, even though it’s happening at a later point in time, Luna is still working to remove her sister’s enchantments. He sighed thankfully then looked to Stormstrike. Then it isn’t too late, the war of the sisters may still be ignited, he thought then held his breath realizing what that meant. My entire life has been dedicated to helping others and to give this world a future… and now… I’m working to start a war between two of Equestria’s most noble rulers. He shook his head and suddenly felt very weak. “Tell me, Captain, how often is Luna… seen…” Star Swirl’s voice drifted off as the loud clattering of armored hooves interrupts him. As he looks to the end of the alley his eyes widen.

A white winged-unicorn in bright gold armor shifts from just having landed and tucks in her wings. After saluting and saying a few words to Calligraphy she’s directed to the alley.

Star Swirl rubbed his eyes, for a moment believing he had just seen Celestia. No… it’s not her, but… an alicorn? Here? That’s impossible! He quickly shook his head and with a quick wave of a hoof released the spell on Stormstrike. Besides the sisters, there isn’t another – shouldn’t be another – in Canterlot, not in this time period.

As the winged-unicorn moved close, Stormstrike blinked and looked around, as if confused where he was. “Oh… Star Flare! I take it… Fidget was able to find you?” Quickly he saluted then continued. “Sorry, I know you had just gotten off duty and were probably on your way… to a, um…” He blinked heavily; the magic was obviously having a residual effect.

Star… Flare? Star Swirl sounded each word in his mind almost as if learning them for the first time. He didn’t recognize the name, but he knew he should. And she’s in the royal guard, no less? His mind raced over the possibilities. Galaxia, Celestia, Luna, Mi Amore Cadenza, Skyla, Elysia, and Astral… along with many more, all spread across time as protectors of this world. More importantly, they’re all of nobility, part of a distinct lineage tied to the royalty of Equestria. So… who is she?

Star Flare returned the salute. “To a date, Captain,” Star Flare smirked then continued. “But this sounded important, and from the look of things it definitely is.”

“Oh, yes… a date. Sorry… it’s just been a really long day,” he paused a moment to press on the side of his helmet once again. “I was just walking Mr. Bearded here through the debris to see if anything might give him some recollection of what happened.”

Star Swirl opened his mouth to correct Stormstrike, but instead tilted his head and nodded content with the new name. “Star Flare, is it? Quite nice to meet you.”

Star Flare’s eyes briefly narrowed. “Likewise,” she turned to Stormstrike and nodded toward the exit of the alley. “I’d like to speak to him, could you give us a few minutes, Captain?”

Stormstrike sighed thankfully. “Absolutely. I’ll go help with the sealing of this area, just whistle if you need anything.”

* * * * * * * *

Star Flare glanced over her shoulder to watch Stormstrike exit the alley then returned her attention to Star Swirl. Instead of saying anything, however, she simply pursed her lips and moved over to the pile of crumbled stone and bricks and began examining as her horn glowed lightly.

Star Swirl watched her but his stomach felt like it was knotting from the tension. “You said you’d like to speak with me, so... I suppose you have some questions?”

Star Flare tilted her head to look over her shoulder as she adjusted her wings but turned completely around when she saw fear cross the old unicorn’s face.

She looks just like her! A glimpse of Princess Celestia turning, blackening his staff just as she launches a magical attack flashes through his mind. “Has anyone told you… you have an uncanny likeness to Princess Celestia?”

Star Flare looked at him concerned for a moment then shrugged off the compliment as she returned once again to looking at the debris. “Well, she is my mother…”

“Your... what?!” Star Swirl quickly moved beside her but Star Flare sidestepped and backed away.

“I meant figuratively,” she waved a hoof for him to keep his distance. “Princess Luna and Celestia adopted me when I was very young. It’s kind of an old story… I take it you’re not from the city, Mr. Bearded?”

Star Swirl looked down, his thoughts suddenly elsewhere. “No… it’s just a place I visit, from time to time.” His hoof cut a thin line in the snow then another.

Star Flare held a moment. “I thought so… stop that! Stop drawing runes!” She moved forward and quickly wiped a hoof through the snow.

“Oh… It was just a glyph, actually,” Star Swirl gave his most innocent smile. “Is there a problem?”

“I was circling overhead when I saw you casting magic on Captain Stormstrike. I’ve also looked over this mess and it has a unique magic aura, one that you’re also giving off…”

Star Swirl tilted his head then gave an impressed nod. “Indeed it does.”

The honesty was so surprising Star Flare almost had to take a step back. “What’s this all about? What are you planning… and why damage the library of all places?” She stepped forward determined to press on, but cut short when she saw Star Swirl flinch in pain.

“Well, to answer your first question… I was simply casting a weak spell to gather a bit more information - nothing harmful mind you. But perhaps I’m going about this all wrong,” he paused to think a moment, then tilted his head as he gave Star Flare a quizzical look. “Still, with what you know… why haven’t you called to the other guards?”

He's right... why haven’t I? Is it his age? She looked him over as she thought for a moment. No, that isn't it... at least not entirely. There's just something about him, something familiar... “Before it comes to that, I want some answers. Also…” She took a moment to clear her throat then lowered her voice. “This might sound strange… but, have we met before?”

Star Swirl moved a half-circle around her then leaned forward, squinting as he looked at her face. “Have we met before? Hmm. No, I don't believe so... at least, certainly not 'before' this day. I'm certain I'd remember a face that pretty,” he waved a hoof at her nose then smiled as he tugged his beard. "Have we ever met, though? At some point yes, we most likely have."

Trying to cool her embarrassment she sighed deeply. Why did I even bother? “Alright... let’s start over and begin with your name. The record keeper at the end of the alley told me it was Virtuoso but the Captain of the Skyguard just called you Mr. Bearded - who are you really?”

Star Swirl eyed her then shrugged. “The name’s Star Swirl the Bearded,” he announced proudly. “There’s much about you I’d like to know as well, so escort me to see the princesses and I promise to explain everything,” he smiled as he took a moment to straighten his hat. “As best I can, of course.”

Star Flare shook her head and closed her eyes as she failed to hold back a laugh. “Star Swirl? As in, the Star Swirl? Were you named after a wing of the Canterlot library, or the archmage?”

Star Swirl didn’t hide his annoyance. “Laugh if you must, it matters little if you believe me… what is important is we don’t waste any more time. Besides, weren’t you supposed to meet with someone, Skystrider, I think it was?”

Star Flare’s yellow eyes narrowed as her horn glowed brightly. The light around her bends into a blue luminescent shield that was brighter in the middle and faded as it reached the edges, the magic causing an almost electrical hum that seemed amplified by the stone walls around her. She turned her body to block the exit from the alley and glowered at the old pony. “I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, but how could you possibly know who I was going to meet with?” Her eyes flash with anger.

Star Swirl gave no hint of fear and instead smiled. “Let’s chalk that up to a lucky guess… even if his father's confusion about your date kinda gave it away,” he chuckled then continued. "Though I shouldn’t, I think it’s important I let you in on a little secret. Stormstrike wouldn't remember, but I first met him when he was very young. I've also met his son, Skystrider. In fact, I've probably met every pony in this city at one time or another, especially those that have an important role to play in the history of Equestria,” he stopped to stroke his beard for a moment, his expression turning serious. "The thing is… I could tell you the name of every guard standing watch. Of all the onlookers that have passed by this alley. Familiar faces everywhere, except yours... you're the only one I don't know."

A chill runs down Star Flare’s spine and she unknowingly takes a step back. "And... why is that?" She lets her magical shield fade and the alleyway seemed to brighten a little.

"It's all a matter of timing, I suppose," his serious expression shifts to a befuddled smile. "Unfortunately, it's something I can't focus on now; my magic diminishes with each passing moment and before I’m too weak I must speak with the princesses."

Star Flare shook her head, both from disbelief of what he’s saying and that she’s actually feeling a need to go along with him. "But why do you need to see them?"

"Because," the word hung in the air as he slowly made his way to the end of the alley and looked up to the central tower of Canterlot castle. "At this point, it’s all that matters."

Chapter Three: Revelations

Even with the returning pain of his wound and a gnawing sense his magic was slowly ebbing away, Star Swirl couldn’t help but slip a tiny smile as he traveled through Canterlot's inner city. Star Flare had, at least thus far, lived up to her word to take him to the castle and she had seemingly made every effort to make their journey as quick as possible. Still, even with this good turn of events, he knew he couldn’t be content just yet. There were far too many ways for his plan to go terribly wrong and still too many unanswered questions about his winged-unicorn escort, and his curiosity about her was starting to eat away at him more than the pain of his wound.

He glanced at Star Flare and briefly thought of the spell he had cast on her earlier. Though she had believed it interrupted, in truth, she had only discovered it at its completion. Even so, the spell was quite basic and was meant for a single purpose – to gauge the strength of her magic. What he found had only created more questions.

He took a moment to stretch then stroked the edge of his beard as he tried to make sense of it all. Like me, she’s a pony that doesn’t belong here, that much is certain. Though innately she possesses a great deal of power, the few spell wards she's used were very low tier at best, a sort any amateur caster would know. However, she doesn't strike me as being completely unpracticed... but as of yet there's nothing to connect her to the likes of Canterlot's magic council, nor has she even displayed the talent of a mage with moderate training. It’s fairly safe to presume she’s only ever received very basic training in the arcane – most likely through the military or her upbringing – and has little genuine talent with magic. He shook his head at the now obvious conclusion. And that means, even if she had knowledge of the spell, she wouldn’t be able to timejump. Someone – or something – sent her here.

As they stepped from a wide alley into an enormous circular courtyard filled with inns and shops, he began to inwardly curse the limitations – and more so, the inaccuracies – of time travel. A fleeting thought of returning to an earlier point in time to get the answers he was seeking was incredibly tempting, but he had never been able to arrive on an exact date and normally was off considerably, sometimes by weeks and even months. And then there’s the spell itself; the amount of energy required with each timejump was enough to kill even the most powerful of mages and he knew that from here on, without Ailamyr, every shift through time from would be at great risk. With a tiny sigh he concluded that at some point he’d have to find a way to simplify the process.

“So talkative one minute… quiet and brooding the next.” Star Flare said, breaking the silence between them. “Should I be worried?”

Star Swirl waved a foreleg to dismiss her comment. “I do not brood; I simply have a great deal on my mind.”

“Well mister not-brooding, you still have a lot of explaining to do… I’m just hoping you’ve been thinking up where to begin. I’m expecting an impressive story, especially since you’ve only given bits and pieces so far.”

“Indeed... there is quite a story to be told. Someday, perhaps, it should all be written down." Star Swirl's pace gradually slowed as he briefly daydreamed one of his many adventures. "If you are to understand why I do what I do, and why I've done what I've done, then I should begin at the beginning. But since we neither have the time nor a scribe to keep record, perhaps it would be better to focus solely on details you may find interesting. Allow me to start with my one rule to live by.”

“Your rule, huh? You don’t strike me as the kind of pony that would adhere to any rules,” Star Flare looked over her shoulder to the old mage and gave a smirk. “And as interesting as I’m sure it is, I’d prefer you just told me what happened back there in the alley… You did promise, after all.”

“I did? Of course, yes.” Feeling his stomach give a queasy growl, Star Swirl slowed his pace. “And so, the rule…” he began then with a tilt of his hat raised his head high to enjoy the delicious evening aromas of burning cherry oak mixed with roasted garlic and butter potatoes temptingly wafting through the frigid air. “One should never make decisions on an empty stomach.”

Star Flare gave a questioning side glance as she tried not to laugh. “That's... your rule? Does ignoring it lead to poor decision making?" She asked then quickly added, "I guess it could be true... After all, I didn't have time for lunch so maybe that explains why I agreed to take you to the castle.”

“Not so much.” Star Swirl ignored the sarcasm and took another sniff of the mouthwatering fragrance but was pulled from the elation as the length of his shadow caught his eye. “It simply means you’re hungry… and you should never put off a good meal.”

Star Flare wasn’t sure if the old mage had a terrible sense of humor or was actually being serious. She bet on the latter. “That’s… helpful. I, um, suppose.”

“It most certainly is. I’ve already broken it many times today and I can assure you I've regretted it each and every time.” Star Swirl said then casually stepped from the walking path onto the frozen street, his hooves crunching loudly as he stepped through the thick snow. Suddenly realizing his escort may not be aware of what he was doing, he turned and waved to Star Flare. “Excuse me; I’ll only be a moment.”

Passing by a few ponies making their way to a nearby restaurant, he quickly moved to get a clear view of the horizon but his lips pressed into a firm line as his attention focused on the west. The golden disk of the sun had sunk alarmingly low but even more worrisome was its place in the sky. The star seemed split in two as it gradually moved behind a single dark spire – a massive onyx mountain that jutted from the horizon like a blackened fang. Though in ancient times it had been known as Tyra’gar – a name given by the minotaur meaning, mighty tower – it now held the more basic pony name, Dragon Mountain, as it had long since become a bastion of sort for the great wyrms. It wasn’t, however, normally in the path of the setting star. Considering its meaning, Star Swirl stood tugging at his beard until a gentle voice next to him made him blink and look to its source.

“We really should keep moving… is everything alright?” Star Flare asked.

“Oh…” Star Swirl glanced once more to the horizon then gave a single nod. “Everything is fine, my dear. My apologies… as always, I’m far too easily distracted. We should go.”

As they continued on and moved through another section filled with the aromas of various cooling pies he gave a reassuring pat to calm his stomach and woozily tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere. To help distract himself from his hunger, he remembered what the winter bird had told him about the city - how things didn’t seem as happy as they once were. Had he not known better, the various festival decorations hung along walls, doorways, and from building to building would’ve made him believe otherwise, but he knew ponies had a tendency to mask problems, especially during holidays. Still, he couldn’t deny it was nice to see some happiness for a change, even if it would only last a short while.

As they quickly greeted then moved passed an elder unicorn lighting one of the many street lanterns with magic, Star Swirl’s thoughts began to linger once more on his escort and why she had agreed to help him in the first place. She distrusts me, perhaps even believes me senile… He paused to forcibly hold back a chuckle. It’s strange she’s only looking for information… He sighed knowing where his thoughts were leading. Even so, I can’t – I simply cannot! – warn her about what’s coming… but, it wouldn't be right for her to be caught in the middle of it either. Is there a way I can help keep her safe?

He slowed his pace as an idea came to him. “Perhaps… there is…” he whispered under his breath then loudly cleared his throat. “Miss, would you mind if we stopped for a moment? My old legs aren’t what they used to be.”

Star Flare looked over her shoulder then nodded. “We’re almost there but even so we’ll need to make it short,” she said then motioned to stand on the snow-covered roadside. “And I know you’re getting tired of hearing it, but I still don’t see how you plan to enter the castle. If you could just wait till tomorrow I’m sure I could make some arrangements…”

Star Swirl stretched then waved a foreleg dismissively. “Tomorrow, the day after, the day after that… so on and so forth, they simply aren’t an option. It must be this day.”

Having heard the almost rehearsed response many times already, Star Flare gave a small sigh and continued. “You think differently, I know, but having me with you won’t make this any easier…” her voice drifts off as a large silver ribbon dangling helplessly in the breeze overhead catches her attention. As she uses her magic to reaffix it to the adjacent roof she continues. “As you can see, there's a pretty big festival happening here soon, and because of the crowds coming to Canterlot the royal guards have strict orders to turn away all visitors from the castle without a special appointment. Also… once the sun has been lowered any chance you might have to enter will be gone. Princess Luna absolutely forbids any visitations at night.”

That comes as no surprise, Star Swirl thought. “If it gives you some peace of mind, let’s just say, the princesses are expecting my visit. Anyhow, try not to worry; there’s still a little time yet.” Deciding it might be best to change the subject, he looked about and noticed how surprisingly empty this particular road was, especially since it was so large. “I must ask, though… Is it strange there’s so few traveling through this area?”

Star Flare didn’t hesitate to shake her head, as if expecting the question. “If it were morning it would be, but this road is mostly just for transporting supplies in and out of the central districts and it’s normally only used early in the day,” she paused a moment as if considering what to say next then nonchalantly shrugged. “I occasionally find troublemakers here but nothing you need to worry about. Since we’re in a hurry it was our fastest route.”

“I… see. That being the case, I’m almost ready to move on. However, before we do, I would very much like to give you something. For your kindness, that is.”

Before she could protest, Star Swirl slipped his large hat off and with a tiny wave made the hole for his head glow brightly with magic. Quickly he reached inside then shuffled a bit to sort through items, then with a confident smile he pulled his foreleg back out and dangling by a thin chain on his hoof was a silver locket, ornamented by a single sapphire in its center. “With this, I may be able to help should the need ever arise,” he motioned the locket closer and winked. “Not that you’d ever need help, especially from somepony like me, but you never know...”

Star Flare eyed the shiny item with curiosity then gave a mischievous grin as she reached out and gently touched it. “What… kind of trick are you trying to pull now?”

Star Swirl raised an eyebrow as he tugged at his beard. “Trick? Dear girl, whatever do you mean?” He moved his hoof closer gesturing for her to take the locket. “It is quite real, I assure you.”

“No, it’s not that… it’s just, here look…” Star Flare tugged on the collar of her golden breastplate then slid an identical locket from underneath. She held it for a moment on her armored hoof then let it dangle on her neck, the light breeze making it tap against her golden armor. “I’ve had one just like it for as long as I can remember.”

Star Swirl’s eyes narrowed. Unknowingly, the foreleg holding his own locket drooped slightly. “They are indeed quite similar... Te-tell me, is there anything inside?” He said then swallowed.

Star Flare tilted her head then looked down to her locket. “No…” She gave a tiny nostalgia-filled laugh then caressed the shiny item lovingly. “At least, I don’t think there is - it doesn’t even open. But I’ve never been able to part with it. I guess that’s kind of strange, huh?”

For a moment, Star Swirl showed no sign of acknowledgement. Instead, he blinked then looked at his own locket. “I believe it will open, it’s likely you were just never shown how…” He lightly cleared his throat then spoke, “Elementia.”

A warm aura formed around both lockets then together they split open like books.

Star Flare gasped in amazement. “But… how?” She quickly removed her helmet and brushed her bangs from her eyes as she looked down to inspect the now open locket, but Star Swirl’s serious expression made her pause. “And, what does it mean?”

The old mage’s lips twisted then with a huff he tugged his beard with annoyance. “Nothing. I assume it is just a very strange, but entirely explainable coincidence.”

Star Flare didn’t know how to react to such a blatant lie. Part of her was angry, but for some reason she was more hurt by it. “Just a coincidence? That’s all this is?” She held up the locket then let it fall, the thin chain sending it swinging back and forth on her neck. “They both open with your magic,” she paused hearing how squeaky her voice had become and took a small breath to try and calm down. “If it’s explainable, then by all means, explain away...”

After eyeing her with renewed scrutiny Star Swirl sighed deeply. “At this point, I... wouldn’t even know where to begin.” He said quietly and snapped his locket closed. In unison, Star Flare’s locket closed as well.

“You made a promise to me you’d explain what this was all about if I took you to the castle, but you’ve given me nothing but half-truths and lies… Please, if you really know something about this-”

“Cutie marks often have rooted connections to those related to you, did you know that?” Star Swirl said abruptly, then with a smile continued. “In this way, special talents are passed from one generation to the next,” he paused a moment to look at the locket wrapped around his hoof. “In the alley earlier, you displayed the ability to control light – something quite unusual, I assure you. Tell me; is that a talent of yours, or a spell of some sort you’ve learned?”

Star Flare’s shoulders slumped in disbelief. “Everything leads to more questions from you, doesn’t it?” She said then gave a solemn look. “I have lived my whole life with only this locket to give me any connection to my past... and here you are-”

Star Swirl waved a foreleg forward to interrupt again. “There will most certainly be a time and place for that, but it is not now. I must know, is your special talent the ability to control light?” He could hear anger in his voice and stopped short of saying more, confused at where it had come from. Quickly he swallowed then spoke softly, “It’s important.”

Star Flare sighed. There was obviously no point to arguing, but every part of her wanted to press the issue further. “No… well, yes. I mean, it’s not a spell... but I’ve never been particularly good at it. What does that have to do with the locket?”

“Perhaps nothing. Perhaps… everything.” Star Swirl rested his hindquarters on a mound of snow deep in thought. Had I dismissed the connection because I didn’t even want to consider it? Could she really be... her? He tilted his hat away from his face and tugged his beard, then found himself speaking aloud. “I once knew of a child…” He paused realizing his thoughts had crept onto his voice, but decided to continue. “She was a very sweet, very shy thing. Surrounded by those who cared deeply for her, she was a symbol of hope for a safe and peaceful future. But… that life was taken from her, it seems.”

Star Flare’s yellow eyes glistened from the light of a nearby street lantern as tears began to stream down her cheeks. “I don- I don’t understand?”

“I wish this was simple, but nothing ever is. I've had suspicions ever since we met, but the locket has made me consider something I never would of thought possible," Star Swirl said then sighed deeply. "My magic and my strength are all but exhausted. Normally I would need both to solve a riddle as perplexing as this… thankfully, however, I don’t believe either will be necessary. To be absolutely certain, I only need to know one last thing.”

Star Flare sniffled. “And what is that?”

“Earlier you told me you had been adopted when you were young... and the child I spoke of, last I saw her she had already earned her cutie mark. With your armor on I’m unable to see, so please tell me; what is yours?” As he finished he turned his back to her and nervously held his beard.

Though confused, Star Flare wiped the cold tears from her face as she looked to her armored side. “It’s… of a blue star.”

Star Swirl’s eyes closed. Elysia… It is her. I didn’t see it at first cause of how much she’s grown, but now there’s simply no doubt. He gave a long, drawn out sigh then bowed his head. How is this possible? And… am I truly responsible for taking Celestia’s daughter from nearly two millennia in the future and stranding her here, in the past? And if so… How could I do something so… so reckless?!

He shakily removed his hat once more, as if too heavy to wear any longer. “Princess… what have I done?” He barely whispered. Was this to protect her? Or… was there another purpose? He looked over his hat scanning the various patterns of gold stars and moons, deeply wishing they could respond with an answer. Suddenly another thought crossed his mind. “And… was I supposed to meet you? Or has this encounter changed things yet again?”

Star Flare gave a shocked look at the questions. “I don’t really understand any of what’s going on… but, if this really is your locket, then you must have intended to find me.”

Star Swirl clasped the silver chain of his own locket around his neck then wearily returned his hat to his head once more. As his mind raced over an endless list of questions it became clearly apparent his regeneration spell had all but faded away; it had only been a couple hours, but the terrible wound on his side had already fully overwhelmed his magic. I have such little time… but maybe the most important answer to this is as simple as she says. Regardless, what's done is done. I must discover how this came to be, and furthermore… He turned and looked at Star Flare and considered for a moment. She doesn’t belong here. Should I take her with me? Am I strong enough to even do so? And if she’s grown up here, it may be even more disruptive to the flow of time should she suddenly vanish… He held his breath then whispered to himself, “And… I’d be taking her from Celestia again.”

Trying to hide her frustration, Star Flare slowly returned her helmet to her head then pulled her long blue pony tail over her shoulder. “Star Swirl… Have you ever lost something important to you?”

“I… have,” somewhat surprised she had used his name, his eyes met with hers. “There was a time when I lost everything that mattered to me. That is why I’m here, now.”

“Then you know. That gnawing feeling always at the back of your mind telling you to look everywhere but what’s missing is never there. That’s how I’ve lived my whole life. And then…” she paused to gain control of her bottom lip which had started to tremble. “I saw you in the alley and something just clicked. I knew I had found something that I’ve been missing, but… I still don’t know why.”

Star Swirl barely shook his head. “Nor do I. Not yet." He winced as he told the lie. "Once my matters have been taken care of at the castle, I give you my word I will find the answer.”

Star Flare blinked away tears and managed a smile. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said as she turned to start moving again. “This probably won’t help, but you should know that when I was younger, I always thought… maybe I had learned to teleport and that’s how I got myself lost,” she forced a tiny laugh. “I practiced and practiced but I’ve never once been able to use the spell.”

I’ve already told her far too much, Star Swirl thought as he took a small step forward. But, it makes no difference. “Your… mother… was never very good at space time magic, either,” he began. “I have repeatedly tried to teach her, but it’s something she’s always struggled with.”

Star Flare’s eyes widened. “My… mother?”

“The most wonderful pony I know,” Star Swirl said as he looked towards the castle in the distance. “I’m certain she’s very proud of how far you’ve come.”

“You know her? But… how?” Star Flare started to look frantic.

“Since time has grown quite short, allow me to tell you what I can as we walk." As Star Swirl spoke, he weaved arcane syllables between each word casting a spell only the most gifted magic users would ever be able to detect. With a sad smile he finished the spell as he gently patted Star Flare on her side. "Just promise me you won't faint, alright?"

Chapter Four: Dark Tidings

Hours earlier...

As a hot breeze scattered dust and whipped about Princess Luna’s long, dark mane, it brought with it a sickeningly sweet stench that smelled of decayed fruit and sulfur that hung heavily on the musky air. Repulsed by the incredibly pungent scent, the princess slowly raised her foreleg to cover her nose but kept her gaze upon the cloudless amber sky and the cause of its unusual coloration – the eclipsed sun.

Wide-eyed and still trying to make sense of what was happening, she found herself exhaling in disbelief as she glanced from the spectacle above to view her surroundings. Before her stretched a charred and desolate landscape, where there were once trees only blackened husks remained and what used to be lakes and rivers were nothing but empty scars upon the land. She looked once more to the eclipse and wondered if the moon had been trying to shield the world, possibly from the intense heat of the sun. Not that it matters, she thought. There is nothing left to protect.

Another strong breeze whirled by and as she covered her face to deflect the spray of sand and dirt, she tilted her head curiously as she noticed gray snow floating lazily through the air. That cannot be... it is far too hot, she thought and slowly brought a leg forward and watched as a speck landed on her hoof. “Ash…" She said flatly and with a heavy sigh tilted her hoof to watch the tiny speck drift away.

“Have I entered a dream of sort, or is this something else? What... is this place?” She said but found it odd her voice didn’t carry, muffled almost as if her mouth were covered. Clearing her throat, she suddenly felt a strange presence, as if something nearby were listening and watching. Nervously she looked about but found only jutting rocks and scorched tree stumps, no sign of life anywhere. More annoyed than afraid, she took a step forward, her ornamented hooves sinking deep into blackened earth. “Say something, please! I only want to know where I am… I do not understand what is happening!”

“Don't you?” A feminine and vaguely familiar voice retorted.

Luna’s eyes widened – the voice sounded right next to her. She spun frantically looking for its source but spotted nothing but rocky landscape. “I am in no mood for games!” She shouted loudly but couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice.

“Oh, my dear princess, you never are. It’s an admirable quality.”

Luna’s horn flared bright purple as she turned, positive the source of the voice was now behind her, but again finds no one.

“Yet, flustered so easily… quite unbecoming of royalty.”

“What would you know of it?” Luna growled.

“I know your heart quickens at the slightest gesture of appreciation. I know you value what you’ve given to Equestria more than anything your sister has ever done, and rightfully so. I know everything about you, princess of the night.”

“Enough of this! Tell me where I am! Do so this instant!”

“Where you are?” The strange voice said then gave a wicked laugh. “Why dear princess, you’re in your chambers.”

Luna snarled in anger but as she blinked the voice was right, she now stood in the center of her chambers in Canterlot castle. Confused, her voice hung in her throat as she quickly looked about the darkened room; only the light of her glowing horn softly illuminated the area around her in a purple haze. She opened her mouth to protest but was quickly interrupted.

“You’ve forgotten who you are. It’s time you remembered.”

Hearing the voice so close once again, Luna gave a sigh. “Who… I am?” She slowly turned expecting not to find anyone but instead found herself looking into her large dressing mirror, yet it was not her reflection she saw. A mare in dark blue and purple armor stared back with fierce, intensely glowing teal eyes. Luna peered at the strange reflection as if waiting for it to explain itself, but it remained motionless, its expression seemingly frozen in a scowl. Annoyed, Luna tilted her head to say something but cut short when the reflection matched her movements. She narrowed her eyes in disbelief and the reflection narrowed its eyes as well.

“Yes, dear Luna… I am you. I’m that which you’ve kept locked away for such a very long time, a part of your very being you’ve tried to forget. But… I am no petty memory. You have doubts. And you have ambition. And, most importantly, you have desire; to be more than you are now… So, like a winter seedling slowly taking root, your misguided need to ignore your true feelings is finally coming to an end. Soon… very soon… you will embrace what you truly are, and night’s eternal reign will begin at last.”

Luna shook her head and looked away as she clenched her eyes painfully shut. She wanted to scream, to throw something and smash the mirror but it felt like something was covering her face and she couldn’t breathe.

The princess flailed her legs as she awoke only to throw her pillows and the thick blanket she had sunk her face into from her bed. With a loud gasp and tears sparkling at the corner of her eyes, she quickly glanced from the bed items now draped across the floor to the mirror of her nightstand, but stopped from looking further as she caught sight of the element of harmony glowing softly on its silver wall display.

“The nightmares... they are getting worse…” She panted and with beads of sweat forming on her brow, she brushed a trembling hoof through her mane. After a moment she glanced from her element to the mirror then - knowing she only had the darkness of her room to bring her any real comfort - shifted to sit upright in her bed and covered her face with her forelegs.

* * * * * * * *

Princess Luna closed her eyes as she slowly rose from the honey-scented water of her bath, her sopped mane clinging to her shoulders and forelegs in dark waves and glistening softly from the various candles lit within the large tiled chamber. Her ears tilted back as she lifted her head and listened to the tiny beads of water dripping from her body into the pool of warm water, letting the soothing ambiance slowly clear her mind.

Still unmoving, her horn slowly began to glow brighter and brighter, the luminance on the reflective pool turning the entire chamber a soft purple hue. In response to her magic, the bath water rippled and splashed until she finished the spell and lowered her head, returning the chamber to the dim flickering glow of candlelight. With a tiny sigh she slowly made her way from the comforting warmth of the water and out of the bath.

“I should meet with my sister… tell her of these dreams…” Luna winced as a vision of fierce, terrifying eyes and an eclipsed sun pulsed through her memory, briefly forcing her to relive the nightmare of earlier. She stood for a long moment to suppress the growing fear until finally speaking aloud what she believed she needed to hear. “I should… tell her everything.” She softly spoke the comforting lie, knowing all too well she had decided long ago to keep the problems of her past a secret.

She magically lifted a thick gray towel from an ornate stool then floated it through the air to herself. As she began drying off she couldn’t help but think of the downside of telling Celestia; she concluded if anything, telling her sister would only widen the already large rift between them. “Would she forgive me?” She said as she began to wrap the towel around her mane. “I am uncertain… but, does she have the right to pass judgment?”

Luna had long lived with a sense that she was adrift, floating aimlessly like her beautiful moon in a sea of stars – unique but alone. She gives a small sigh at the sudden reminder of her loneliness and admits to herself it would be much worse without her sister’s support in this world. I have no need of her approval, or forgiveness, she thought. Even so, should she ever learn the truth, my sister's heart would never heal from what I have done.

Disappointed, she made her way from the bath chamber into her massive bedroom, then nervously stepped in front of her nightstand and peeked into the mirror. There she was – not the terrifying reflection from the nightmare, but the princess she knew. She weakly smiled and let the towel magically slide from her damp mane, an idea coming to her.

“There is still time before the sun is set…” she began as she magically lifted a brush from the nightstand and stretched her wings to let her feathers dry. “I could meet with my sister; speak of other things… perhaps of the coming festival.” She knew it wouldn’t be the same as expressing her problems, but they had grown so far apart, this could at least be a step to strengthen their friendship once more.

As she gently began to run the brush through her hair she smiled and looked to the wall painting of her sister’s cutie mark she had made long ago and concluded she would head to the grand hall.

* * * * * * * *

Princess Celestia looked over the parchment letter once again as it magically floated in the air before her. She reread every word twice, then three times, and still dissatisfied, floated the letter closer to examine the imprinted seal and signature of the gryphon hierarch, King Silverbeak. With a worried expression, she looked to the zebra named Zaira next to her then to the silver armored white gryphon named Gwyneth standing in the center of the grand hall. Trying to mask her concern, she closed her eyes for a moment and sighed.

“Then, if it is true… there may be little we can do.” Zaira spoke quietly then glanced at the gryphon.

Gwyneth shifted uneasily then tapped her front claws on the elaborately tiled floor, loudly expressing her nervousness. “Um, uh… your highness? Or is that highnesses?”

Celestia looked to Zaira and broke a tiny smile. “Zaira is my confidant and leads the magic order within Canterlot. She may not hold the title of royalty…” she paused to nod respectfully to the zebra next to her. “But she is every bit as important.”

“Well alright... but I uh, I just wanted to be sure you understood everything,” Gwyneth pointed a talon at the letter still floating in the air. “My king apologized he couldn't be here to tell you himself, but what's written on there is his decree.”

“I understand that much…” Celestia began then allowed her magic to roll the scroll up then floated it to Zaira for safekeeping. “But I spoke with your king just weeks ago, and he made no mention of this.”

Gwyneth’s claws stopped tapping then tightened together into a ball, the bladed edges creating a light screech as they slid over tile. “It’s been on his mind for a long time, I know that much.”

“To no longer defend the borders north?" Zaira asked then gave a tiny shake of her head making her long braided ponytail bounce on her striped shoulder.

Celestia stepped forward, her colorful mane flowing like liquid even from the small motion. “Centuries have passed since the white gryphons of Highnest gave their pact to guard the northern passage in return for open trade within Equestria... what he asks will isolate his kingdom, is this really what your king wants? ”

“Look, I'm just here to deliver the message, but I can tell you this - it’s not that he doesn’t want to stay on good terms… But your highness, it’s gotten so dangerous. And…” Gwyneth paused as if unsure if she wanted to say more then took a deep breath and focused on Celestia. “You’ve already had-”

She's interrupted as the massive doors of the grand hall slide open and two dark pegasus with bat-like wings step inside and stand at attention. Following behind them, Princess Luna steps inside then nods to her escorts and they quickly move to step outside and quickly seal the doors once again.

“Luna?” Celestia asked, genuinely surprised at her sister's attendance.

Gwyneth turned and gave an unimpressed look. “Is this the other princess?”

Luna stopped and tilted her head to the side, sizing up the gryphon. “The other princess? Is that how royalty is addressed these days?”

“Oh, I uh… I didn’t mean any disrespect.” Quickly Gwyneth gave a curtly bow.

“Think nothing of it.” Luna stepped passed Gwyneth and flicked her tail in the gryphon's direction then moved to stand near Celestia and Zaira at the center of the room. “I… apologize, for my interruption. Please, continue.”

Uncertain, Celestia eyed Luna for a moment then reluctantly nodded to Gwyneth. “Please, as she said, continue.”

“Well, I was just saying… like it or not… everybird knows about the Crystal Empire. You had an entire city up and disappear, and if you can’t protect your own lands, how are you going to help us?”

Luna stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with anger. “The one responsible was harshly dealt with, but the loss of the kingdom was something we could not prevent! We never once gave up on them!”

Surprised at her enthusiasm Celestia looked to Luna and nodded. “We had many friends there…. If anything, its loss should be a clear reminder on why it’s so important we work together.”

Gwyneth sighed and sat back on her haunches, her lion tail flicking about. “Look, I understand, but this is my king's orders…”

Luna huffed then looked to her sister.

Celestia, surprised at her sister's restraint, turned to Zaira and gave a look of uncertainty. “Because winter helps heal and renew the land, it is an incredibly important period of time for the world. It is, however, also a very dangerous time for those that live here, and we've taken steps to safeguard them. Over the next two days we will have a large portion of our military moving across Equestria, going from village to village to give aid wherever needed. Because of this, Canterlot’s defenses will be greatly diminished… and if your king will no longer help defend the northern passage it could spell disaster.”

Gwyneth shook her head. “I can see where this is heading, but I’m not here to bargain, your highness.”

“Two days, Gwyneth. For now, that is all we would need…" Zaira spoke up.

Celestia nodded. "After that, I’m certain I can speak with your king and resolve this matter.”

Gwyneth’s claws ticked on the tile once again. “There are… things… in the north. I’m not certain I’m allowed to even speak of it, but… word is, they can take the form of other beings. Whatever they are, they've really got everybody I know pretty scared.”

Zaira, Luna, and Celestia all looked at one another then back to Gwyneth.

“Look, nevermind what I just said. The king might allow a small group to help out but he’d never agree to around the clock defense… but, ya know, I wanna help… so I’ll take up a wing and we’ll have day watch on the north for the next couple days. That’s the best I can do.”

Celestia’s shoulders slump, she didn’t even want to look at Luna. “Only during the day?”

“I’d never be able to get more to help at night… sorry, princess.” Gwyneth shrugged, apparently not caring one way or the other.

Luna stepped in front of Zaira, her eyes narrowed and focused on Celestia. “The city will be the most vulnerable at night; that is when the solstice festival is held.”

Celestia couldn’t hold her sister’s gaze. “We will have to do whatever’s necessary to keep everypony safe. We can discuss this later…” she looked to Gwyneth and pursed her lips. “Tell your king I expect to speak with him soon.”

Gwyneth bowed. “Then if that’s all, I have a long and cold flight ahead of me…” She begins but a loud single knock makes her pause and turn to look at the doors of the grand hall.

“Thank you, Gwyneth. I wish your visit could have been on better terms, but your help is still greatly appreciated. Please have a safe flight.” Celestia says as her horn glows bright yellow, opening the doors.

“You only tell me we will discuss something later when you know it will be something I do not wish to hear,” Luna angrily whispered. “Speak your intent, sister.”

Zaira cleared her throat and nodded to a gray unicorn royal guard that had entered as Gwyneth had left. He now stood at full attention, apparently awaiting someone to acknowledge him. "It appears there is another matter, but since it has grown late, I shall also take my absence. Excuse me, highnesses.”

Luna stepped back and gave Zaira a look of frustration as she moved passed, then with a heavy sigh she turned and nodded to the royal guard that had entered. “We have much to discuss, what is it you need?”

The royal guard looked nervously from princess to princess as Zaira stepped out of the grand hall and closed the doors behind her. "I am sorry, but... there’s an elder gentleman at the main gate that has requested the audience of Princess Luna and Princess Celestia.”

Luna gave an almost sinister smirk. “And this message made it here? He must be of great importance indeed.”

The royal guard stayed at attention but Celestia noticed his gaze shift to the floor. “The commanding officer on watch, Scarlet Blossom, had originally refused the request, but he insisted… and since he was being escorted by another officer…”

Celestia stepped forward. “It’s alright, there’s no harm done. Please tell us the message.” She said comfortingly.

“That... was the strange part, your highness. He only asked that I say his name and said that you would understand.”

Luna glanced at Celestia then tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow. “And whose name would be so important?”

The guard somehow managed to stand up even straighter. “Your highness, he said his name is... Star Swirl,” he cleared his throat, realizing he had forgotten to add the stranger's title. “Star Swirl the Bearded!”

Chapter Five: Wayward Harbinger

Stretching from leg to leg to give a bit of relief to her frozen joints, Scarlet Blossom ignored the visitors at the main gate and instead kept herself distracted by adjusting her gold and silver trimmed armor. Finding it wasn’t fitting quite as snug as she’d prefer, she then thoroughly checked each strap and buckle, a process she had made a habit of repeating many times throughout any given day. As she found the culprit – a neatly tied strap on her shoulder plate that obviously hadn’t been tied as perfectly as it should’ve been – she shook her head at how unsuitable it was to deal with such nuisances. With a forced sigh she yanked the tiny knot loose then sulked over how pitiful her armor had become. It was, after all, at least three weeks old now – a relic for a royal guard of her stature, especially now that she was head of Canterlot Castle’s main gate watch.

After retying the strap into the perfect knot it should’ve been originally, the dark red unicorn raised a foreleg and looked to the frozen cobblestone to count the evenly spaced holes she had pressed into the snow. By her estimate, there was one for every minute that had passed since she had allowed a messenger to be sent to notify the princesses of an unscheduled visitor. Thinking a moment, she stamped her hoof forward to create another.

“Thirteen… fourteen… and that makes fifteen,” she mumbled her count aloud but quickly glanced side to side as she realized other guards were within earshot. “Fifteen minutes…” she said as she pointed to Star Flare and the elder pony that called himself Star Swirl standing idly outside the gate. “That’s much too long. Much, much, much too long! I never should’ve agreed to this, Star Flare, you know this is completely against the rules!”

“There’s no rule against announcing a visitor, even with the city so busy – and even if there was, you’re always allowed to make a judgment call,” Star Flare waved her foreleg at the massive golden gate before her and smiled. “Try not to obsess over it too much, Scarlet. It’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

“Obsess?” Scarlet Blossom stood straight then shook her head letting loose a few thin strands of her pink mane from under her helmet. “You think I'm obsessing? It’s concern, I’ll have you know. You might be able to come and go whenever you please, so of course you have nothing to worry about... But some ponies – like myself – had to work very hard for our positions and would like to keep them, thank you very much.” Confident she had made her point, she finished with a smug turn of her head.

Hearing the other guards laugh, Star Flare couldn’t hide her embarrassment and shrunk back. “That’s a little cold, don’t you think? I live in the city... I have to follow the sames rules as you or any other royal guard. Besides, I told you I would take full responsibility and I will.”

“Of course, of course. You say that... But when Princess Luna asks who was head of watch and allowed this to happen, it’ll come back to me-“

Star Swirl's brow wrinkled in concern then he loudly cleared his throat to interrupt. “I can assure you – both of you – there is absolutely nothing to be concerned with.” He stood a moment looking as if something else had just crossed his mind then solemnly nodded. “Unless the messenger cannot find Princess Celestia and only speaks with Princess Luna. That may be a problem.” He finished with a half-hearted chuckle.

Star Flare gave a nervous side glance to Star Swirl then looked back to Scarlet Blossom. “It won’t be a problem. I promise.”

Scarlet Blossom rolled her eyes. “Oh, I feel better already.” With a dramatic sigh, she turned and stamped another hole in the snow. “Sixteen.”

* * * * * * * *

“Star Swirl?” Princess Luna spoke the name loudly, a mocking tone in her voice. “Here? In Canterlot?”

The royal guard messenger continued to stand in his straight posture as Luna moved closer, her sparkling mane floating out before her like a living entity. “Yes princess, that’s who he said he was.”

Princess Celestia didn’t know what to say. Outside of the occasional historical reference or inquiry from the magic order, Star Swirl’s name was rarely spoken these days. “Did… you see him? Please describe this pony for us.”

Luna held in place then pivoted to look to her sister. “Sister, do not even entertain the notion that it is him. You know whoever this pony may be it is not – it cannot – be Star Swirl…” she let the name hang in the air as she waved a foreleg before her. “If it were him, he would never come to the gates of the castle; he would have simply appeared before us.”

Celestia’s lips pressed into a firm line. What Luna said did make sense, but a part of her couldn’t give in – ages ago Star Swirl had done so much to help Equestria, and with the state of the world so bleak, the very idea that the mage could be here now was just too comforting to ignore.

Luna’s attention switched to the royal guard as he tapped his chin and thought a moment. “If it helps, I can tell you he’s an elder unicorn and a very strange looking fellow… And, he looked pretty frail, at least from what I could tell.”

Luna’s eyes narrowed then she shook her head. “Then, as I said, it is not him," she stared at the guard and adjusted her posture, as if considering what to do next. "I am being forgiving this night. Tempting as it may be, I will not have the one responsible for this prank thrown into a cell... but make it clear he should leave before I change my mind.”

“Um, ye-yes princess! I will tell him immediately!” A look of relief crossed the royal guard’s face as he saluted and turned to leave.

“Just a moment!” Celestia blurted out, unsure of what else to say.

“Was there something else, your highness?” The guard asked as he turned. Luna turned as well, her eyes questioning.

“Can you tell us anything else about him?” Celestia spoke but her voice sounded weak and she lightly cleared her throat. “Was there anything peculiar?”

The guard thought a moment. “Well, he was wearing some unusual robes. Seemed like strange attire for winter, especially on such a cold day. Oh, and he had a floppy hat to match. I… doubt that’s of any help, though.”

Celestia smiled, a hopeful spark making her feel warm inside. “No, it does help quite a bit, thank you. Please have him escorted to the grand hall with the greatest of care. Give him any assistance he may need.”

“Sister!” Luna whirled and shook her head. “Are you seriously going to waste time on this farce?”

Celestia looked to Luna and nodded gently. “It is him.”

Luna waved for the royal guard to go then scowled at her sister. “You say that with such bold certainty… But tell me, when disappointment steps through those doors,” she pointed to the main entrance of the grand hall and sighed. “What then, sister?”

Celestia weakly smirked. “I suppose we’ll see when that time comes.”

* * * * * * * *

“Are you certain?” Scarlet Blossom stared at the royal guard standing before her almost as if he wasn’t real. “Princess Celestia and Princess Luna agreed to meet with him? This… isn’t some kind of joke?” She finished and looked to the gate, her expression frozen in disbelief.

“Yes Ma’am… and Princess Celestia made it sound like he’s pretty important,” the royal guard said then turned to look at the gate as well. “She asked that we give him any assistance he requires.”

Overhearing the guards speak, Star Swirl suddenly felt lightheaded at the good news and found himself sitting back on his haunches to prevent himself from falling over.

“Are you alright?” Star Flare quietly asked and gently touched the mage’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, my dear. Just... very tired.”

Scarlet Blossom nodded to the two royal guards standing at either side of the main gate. “Open it; the princesses have agreed to see him.”

The guards stepped forward and began turning the massive cranks for the elaborate gold gates of Canterlot Castle. As the gates fully swung open, Scarlet Blossom stepped outside and saluted Star Flare then quickly bowed to Star Swirl. “It seems I owe you an apology… I’m really not sure what this is all about, but please follow me. I’ll escort you to see the princesses. Are you coming as well, Star Flare?”

Star Flare really wasn’t sure what to do at this point. She turned to Star Swirl looking for an answer.

“No, my dear, you have other places to be.” Star Swirl smiled and tilted his head. She could see he was being thoughtful, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I’m glad we had this chance to meet.”

“Maybe next time we run into one another I’ll be a familiar face.” She smiled and laughed softly, but deep down she really wasn’t sure if she’d ever see Star Swirl again.

He returned the smile. “Indeed. And be sure to tell Skystrider I said hello. He won’t know who you’re talking about, but it should still make for good conversation.” He gave a crooked grin then turned and nodded to Scarlet Blossom that he was ready.

“Take good care of… him.” Star Flare thought hard, but suddenly wasn’t sure what the old pony’s name was. He’s… important, right? That’s odd; I’m normally so good with names, why can’t I remember? And… why am I here, at the castle? I’m off duty; this isn’t where I’m supposed to be. She blinked then looked around confused. Skystrider! Oh no, I’m so late! She shook her head then took a few quick steps and leaped into the air, taking flight and flying as quickly as her wings could carry her home.

* * * * * * * *

As the large doors to the grand hall opened wide, Scarlet Blossom stepped in front of Star Swirl and held a foreleg out to stop for a moment. “First, I’ll need to go inside and announce your arrival. It’s only proper that-“

“That won’t be necessary, my dear.” Star Swirl waved his foreleg dismissively and took a ragged breath. The walk through the castle had seemed agonizingly long, and he was certain every part of his body now ached. “Time is of great importance.”

Scarlet Blossom shrugged then turned to lead the way. “Then I’ll make the announcement as we enter. Please follow me.”

Star Swirl watched as his escort moved forward, but he wavered for a moment and struggled to steady himself. Not now… I’m so close! He awkwardly shifted to stay on his hooves then shakily regained his balance.

Taking a deep breath, he followed in step behind Scarlet Blossom but kept his eyes on the floor, his thoughts in endless debate over what must be done. He painfully swallowed and came to the conclusion that despite what he had encountered over the course of his life, never had he felt this terrified. He blurrily heard his name spoken but didn’t lift his head to acknowledge it; instead his attention held on where he now stood.

Though it was called a hall, the grand hall was actually a massive chamber designed to allow ponies and other friendly races from all over to meet in peace. Ornamented and elaborate decorations from across the world were displayed prominently around the room, a visual testament to the peaceful connection the princesses of Canterlot had worked to build.

They’ve worked so hard… and if I do nothing, there’s no point to any of it. He closed his eyes as he envisioned the room covered in ash, a horrifying memory of a distant future. I must set things back on course. This is the only way…

He glanced across the shining white floor and realized he stood on the only section where colored tiles had been laid to create a mural of Celestia’s sun cutie mark with Luna’s crescent moon cutie mark half covering it. While he knew it was meant to show the princesses were united it looked more like the beginning of an eclipse. He inwardly cringed at the coincidence as he heard his name spoken once again and slowly raised his head.

“Your majesties, it has been far too long.”

Chapter Six: Afflicted

“Star… Swirl?” Celestia croaked the mage’s name barely above a whisper, her voice catching dryly in her throat. Taking a small breath – and suddenly realizing she had been holding it – she cautiously stepped forward. “Is it… really you?”

The old bearded unicorn held his head low but he appeared to gaze from side to side, apparently taking in his surroundings. But he gave no sign that he had heard his name spoken.

“You may leave us.” Luna spoke firmly to the royal guard that had escorted Star Swirl and motioned towards the still open doors.

Looking a bit confused, Scarlet Blossom quickly glanced to Star Swirl then back to Luna and gave an impromptu salute. “Of course, your highnesses.” She quickly turned and moved to exit the grand hall, her armored hooves clacking loudly against the tile floor. As if uncertain, she held just outside the doors and looked behind her, then sealed the doors in a heavy thud.

The loud sound seemed to trigger something within the mage; Star Swirl tilted his hat away from his face and raised his head, his eyes meeting with Celestia’s. “Your majesties, it has been far too long.”

Celestia couldn’t speak. She felt frozen, terrified, and was gripped in absolute disbelief. She was certain it was him.

“Star... Swirl…” Luna announced the name plainly then tilted her head. “I had my doubts... Having you locked up for impersonation was even considered.”

Star Swirl looked to Luna and thought a moment as he raised an eyebrow. “Is that how the royal court of Canterlot welcomes guests these days? And nearly on the eve of such a wonderful occasion, no less?”

Luna’s posture instantly changed; the almost warm facade she had put on since Star Swirl's arrival vanishing in an instant. Concerned her sister might say something she’d regret, Celestia quickly cleared her throat as she decided to speak up.

“Please don’t think too harshly of us, a lot has changed since you were here last.” Gaining a bit more courage, Celestia took another step forward. “It is… good to see you.”

Star Swirl shifted uneasily and almost cautiously met her eyes once more, but for what seemed like an eternity he didn't speak. As Celestia felt her cheeks begin to grow warm, he finally cleared his throat and nodded. “It really has been far too long. I’ve missed…” he blinked then quickly shifted his attention to Luna, tugging his beard. “Missed you, both.”

“Why are you here, Star Swirl?” Luna’s voice was icy, and like a cat splashed with water, she was clearly agitated. “And why make an announced visit? That is quite unlike you.”

Unknowingly, Celestia’s lips pursed together as she tried to think of a way to attempt to reduce the obvious tension building, but nothing came to mind.

“It’s never too late to make a change,” Star Swirl said coyly then glanced at the tile mosaic under his hooves. “There was always the chance you may be dealing with sensitive matters and it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to drop by without any warning whatsoever.”

Celestia couldn’t hide her sudden grin. “There’s only one thing inappropriate…” she made a motion as if tugging on an invisible beard.

Star Swirl chuckled. “Oh, this? I’ve been growing it for quite some time, impressive is it not?” He held his chin out putting his beard on display proudly.

Celestia gave a twisted smile. “Only in the worst way,” she shook her head and felt nostalgic. “It’s like you’re wearing a polar bear on your face… Why on Equestria would you grow tha-”

“More importantly,” Luna spoke over her sister. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here, Star Swirl?”

Star Swirl’s gaze turned cold as he looked to Luna, something Celestia had never seen before. “My apologies… you are right Princess Luna, we should skip any pleasantries. There is indeed a very important matter to discuss,” he bowed low, his beard brushing the polished tiles of the floor. “Why am I here? I find that a strange question… especially since I’m certain you already know the answer, princess.”

An engulfing silence fell upon the grand hall. Celestia wasn’t sure what Star Swirl meant, but there had to be a way to calm this strange feud. “Please rise, Star Swirl, there isn’t any need for that,” she said as she waved a foreleg for him to stand.

Luna moved to stand directly in front of the mage. “How would I know why you are here? Explain yourself.”

The last trace of Star Swirl’s smile faded as he inhaled and strangely winced as if in pain. “As I’m sure you’re quite aware, at one point, there were a near endless... well, let's call them incidents... in the outer villages. Over the years, there have been attacks from timberwolves, children taken in the day then found mysteriously the next night, even a dam that wiped out a large settlement in the south,” he took a breath then gave a look of relief to Celestia. “Fortunately, few have ever been seriously injured… however I believe each and every one of these incidents can be traced to a single being - one that plans to do great harm.”

Celestia raised a hoof for him to stop and shook her head once sternly. “I know your ability to move through time comes at a great cost… but long ago you made a promise to never tell me of the future,” her features soften and she sighs lightly. “Knowing it could prevent it from ever becoming a reality.”

“I did, of course,” Star Swirl said then gave a respectful nod. “As I said, this is something you were already aware of… the course of time will not be changed,” he finished with a stiff tug at his beard and oddly turned his focus to Luna. “However, as a guardian of Equestria allow me to be clear. I will not allow these incidents to continue… and I will do whatever is necessary to bring them to an end.”

Luna scowled then glared at Star Swirl. “Nothing like that has happened in years! What you speak of is ancient history... ”

Star Swirl smirked, apparently unfazed by Luna’s angry stare. “Is it? I think it’s only just begun.”

Feeling strangely like she wasn’t part of the conversation, Celestia moved to be seen by both Star Swirl and her sister. “For many years now, we've sent a portion of Canterlot’s defenses throughout Equestria to help the outer villages at the heart of every season… we’ve found doing this has greatly helped everypony over the years, especially during winter. Since this began, we've had very few of the incidents you described.”

Star Swirl nodded to Celestia. “That explains much, actually.”

Determined to at least change the topic for now, Celestia cleared her throat. “Luna, this day has run quite late. It’s long overdue that I fully lower the sun… would you accompany me, Star Swirl?”

Before the mage could say anything Luna spoke up. “It has... far too long. So please go ahead sister. I’d like a moment to speak with him.”

Celestia reluctantly nodded then couldn’t help but give a concerned look to Star Swirl.

He just smiled and gave a small nod. “I know it’s dreadfully cold, but if we could, I’d greatly enjoy a walk through the royal gardens. Would it be alright if we spoke there?”

Feeling reassured Celestia nodded. “I’d..." her voice held for a moment, noting just how intently Luna was gauging her response. "I'd like that.”

* * * * * * * *

Star Swirl swallowed nervously then with another jolt of pain surging through his side he clenched his jaw tight and watched Princess Celestia formally nod her goodbye. As he gave a respectful bow, every bit of him wanted to tell her not to go, to stay and help him through what must be done next.

But he remained silent.

The doors of the grand hall shimmered brightly with the purple glow of Luna’s magic and swept open, revealing numerous royal guards at attention just outside the room.

“Be well, sister.” Luna spoke, but with a twinge of sarcasm.

After slightly adjusting her wings Celestia stopped at the doors then slowly turned her head as if to say something, and Star Swirl could see the concern in her eyes.

“I’ll be along shortly.” He said comfortingly, trying to mask his own fear.

Looking relieved, Celestia nodded again then stepped outside of the room, the doors magically sealing quietly behind her. Star Swirl couldn’t help but grin as he heard the soft click of the inner bolts of the locks sliding into place.

“This is a dangerous game you play.” Luna said barely above a whisper.

Star Swirl took a deep breath then sighed heavily, but rather than respond he instead chose to make his way across the room to stand before a marble statue of a unicorn.

“I cannot say for certain why you are here, but… I wonder, just how much do you know?” Luna spoke a bit louder, her voice seductive and venomous.

“Enough that I know meeting with you alone is likely a mistake… But I am not the enemy I'm certain you believe me to be. I am but a messenger, one that knows all too well what you're capable of.” Star Swirl kept his back to her, instead keeping his interest in the ancient robes trimmed with large bells the statue had been decorated with. “It’s been many years… yet so much has remained just as I remember,” he said and brought his leg forward to touch the statue’s silver nameplate, his hoof gently tracing the inscription of his own name. “Being able to move through time, I’ve always found it intriguing how some things change so little,” he began then looked over his shoulder at Luna. “And how others can change so very much.”

Luna’s head lowered as her narrowing eyes glowed lightly from the energy of magic coursing through her. “What is it you want?”

Star Swirl blinked and wrinkled his brow at the question then shook his head. “This isn’t about what I want… the question is what do you plan to do?” He turned and looked to the doors of the grand hall. “The exit is sealed and I’d imagine the enchantment you quietly cast as Celestia was leaving will prevent any sound from exiting this chamber.”

Luna stepped closer, barely visible tendrils of purple energy swirling around her. “Just… precautions. I simply want answers before you run off to speak with my sister.”

Star Swirl raised an eyebrow then winced as his wound throbbed painfully. “And what is it you’d like me to say? That I know you’re responsible? That for years you would plan terrible events to make those already loyal to you even more dependent…” he said then sighed heavily. “That amongst these atrocities, you would even create horrible nightmares… causing the fearful to stay awake through the night and sleep in the day. Is that what you wanted to know?”

Luna stood trembling, her wings spread slightly to help maintain balance.

Star Swirl edged closer. “There is one thing I’ve never understood, though… how do you retain control of an element, even though your heart is afflicted with evil?”

Luna closed her eyes and turned her head. For a brief moment, Star Swirl wondered if it was due to shame, but the growing spell energy in the air made him realize she was instead trying to control her anger.

I am sorry, Luna, he thought. I never wanted this… I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. He closed his eyes and wondered what would happen next – would she attack? Would she risk everything on a direct conflict?

A loud knock came at the doors of the grand hall and instantly the purple shimmer of Luna’s magic keeping them sealed vanished. More surprising, Star Swirl could hear the sound of the inner bolts unlocking.

He looked at Luna confused, but she was blinking and looked almost as shocked by this turn of events as him.

After a moment, the large doors slowly swung open and a female zebra with multiple royal guards following her stepped into the room. She briefly looked at Star Swirl then turned her attention to Luna.

Luna cleared her throat. “Zaira? Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you had retired for the evening… Why would you disturb us?”

Zaira bowed. “I apologize, but Princess Celestia has requested that I escort your guest to come speak with her. She also wanted you to know that she is ready to fully lower the sun and doesn’t want to put it off any longer.”

Star Swirl looked to Zaira with curiosity. Zebra magic is quite powerful, but it’s developed through potions and long incantations and often has a limited use, he thought. I’ve never seen it used to dispel pony magic… let alone magic as powerful as Luna’s.

“Tell my sister she should have lowered it ages ago," Luna began and waved her foreleg to dismiss Zaira. "And the meeting you so rudely interrupted has yet to conclude...”

Star Swirl cleared his throat and tugged his beard. “No, I think it has actually. After all, it's gotten late and - as you know - there's quite a bit I still need to discuss with Princess Celestia," he nodded slowly to Luna and seeing her look of desperation made a quick adjustment to his hat then turned his attention to the strange visitor. "Your timing is impeccable… Zaira, was it?”

The zebra nodded. “Then I’ll take you to see Princess Celestia. As you requested, she’s waiting in the royal gardens.”

Chapter Seven: Broken Promise

Luna didn’t blink, her disbelieving gaze holding ever steady on Star Swirl and Zaira as they began to leave. Almost as if time had slowed, she helplessly watched as the two of them walked passed a group of royal guards and made their way from the grand hall, every bit of her desperately wanting to follow. Her pulse quickened as the realization that any chance to say something further was slipping away, all because of Celestia's pawn's meddling, but she stood frozen in place as the mage looked her way once more, his eyes cold and knowing.

Trembling in anger and lost in a sea of thought, Luna's ears twitched as she suddenly became aware of a strange sound - mumbling, perhaps. Apparently somepony was speaking to her but she couldn’t be certain what was said; the voice was nothing more than a blur of sound that she had no interest in deciphering. Deciding it would be best for her to leave as well, she gave a curtly nod to the group of royal guards hoping the response was adequate to whatever had been spoken and carried on.

Feeling dizzy and with her heart aching, Luna staggered from the grand hall and had to struggle to keep herself upright. Star Swirl had made it clear he knew all of her darkest secrets and was currently on his way to speak with her sister. There was too much to think about, but one question kept repeating itself in her mind, why now?

As she continued on, every step became an even greater challenge and she shook her head as the the floor seemed to bend and contort. Annoyed and determined to press on, she hurried her pace and though there never seemed to be enough air to fill her lungs, she discovered her increased speed made it easier to keep her balance and before she knew it, she was in a full trot. Sniffling and feeling the sting of tears fighting to be free, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed faster nearly running right into a royal guard standing in her path.

“Pri-princess Luna? Is… everything alright?” The royal guard said as she quickly stepped to the side then stood on her rear legs and saluted.

Luna stepped sideways, her silver and purple hooves clacking and screeching on the tile as she spread her wings and quickly brought herself to an almost frantic stop. Panting and sniffling as she tried to regain her composure, she glared at the pony that had been in the way and recognized her as Scarlet Blossom, the royal guard that had been in the grand hall earlier. “I am fine… of course. Perfectly fine, in fact. Do you not have matters you should be tending?” She blinked feeling a heavy tear trickle down the side of her cheek but quickly turned her face to try and hide it.

“I… well, yes… but is there anything I can do? You seem upset, your highness.”

With her face still turned, Luna looked at Scarlet Blossom with narrowed eyes. “You were the one to escort Star Swirl, were you not?” She wiped the tear away and faked a smile. “But… nevermind that… there is something you could do for me.”

“Of... of course, Princess Luna!”

“The truth is, I am not feeling well and would prefer to not be disturbed this night,” Luna’s horn glowed softly as she pointed a foreleg at Scarlet Blossom. “I would like for you to stand watch over the stairwell to my chambers, but only you alone - there are to be no other guards, nor any visitors. I am personally appointing you to this task; can you do this for me?”

Scarlet Blossom blinked heavily as the magic took effect. “Absolutely your highness! I’ll inform the main entrance of my change of duties and will make certain nopony goes near your chambers!”

“Your loyalty will be rewarded and soon you will be head of the royal guard – just as you deserve.” The spell came to an end and though the princess hadn’t spoken, the magic had told Scarlet Blossom exactly what she wanted to hear.

Luna brushed another tear away as she eyed the royal guard with a twinge of pity, then with a heavy sigh, slowly turned to make her way to her chambers.

* * * * * * * *

“Your plan works, you know...” Zaira gave a side glance to Star Swirl as they came to a stop at the entryway of the royal gardens. “But you can never come back to this time.”

Star Swirl raised an eyebrow and looked curiously to the zebra escort. "I can assure you, nothing I plan ever works out quite like I'd hope... but what is this about never coming here again?"

Zaira’s eyes narrowed. “It’s important... and I know you’re not big on promises, but this is one you have to keep – promise me you will never return to this point in time.”

Star Swirl started to smirk at how oddly familiar she seemed to be with him but instead gave a stiff tug at his beard as another wave of pain erupted from his side. “I’m afraid you have me at a loss… to be honest, I’m uncertain who you are, but you make it sound almost as if I could move through time or some nonsense,” he finished with a forced chuckle that quickly turned into a wracking cough.

Zaira took a deep breath then looked to the door and whispered, “This won’t be a battle of jealousy any more… You added something that will redefine their war.”

Star Swirl swallowed. “I’m not certain what you’re going on about… but war isn’t something you should speak of lightly. Still, you've piqued my interest... What did I do, exactly?”

Zaira chewed her lower lip then pushed to open the elaborate iron and wood door, letting a burst of cold air in. Slowly she turned to look once more at Star Swirl. “Nuh uh… no details until you promise me first.”

Star Swirl's brow wrinkled as he eyed the zebra for a moment, but seeing her serious expression he decided to give in. “If I had the ability to time travel – which I should point out is completely absurd, mind you – I promise that I will not return here. Now, if you'd be so kind...” he finished with a wave of a foreleg.

Zaira nodded and gave a tiny smile, seemingly content with his response. A tiny cloud of frost formed before her as she gave a tiny sigh and pushed the large door open completely. “As the old history goes, the princesses fought out of spite… But you’ve given Luna a reason to be afraid, and that fear will change her... change everything.”

Star Swirl swallowed and held his hat as another frigid breeze whirled through the doorway. “I can assume when I was meeting with Luna, you didn’t show up out of coincidence… did you?”

“I think we both know few things in this world truly happen by coincidence,” Zaira nodded outside to Celestia. The princess kneeled in the snow with her wings spread wide, her magic beginning to shift the sun below the horizon. “If she's important to you… and if there is to ever be lasting peace, you must keep your promise to me.”

After sighing and taking a moment to try and think clearly, Star Swirl wearily closed his eyes. “That's a lot to ask... especially from somepony I don't know.”

Zaira gave a twisted smile. "It truly is, isn't it? But I'm not worried... I know this is one promise you'll keep."

Star Swirl tilted his head and tugged his beard. "And why is that, exactly?"

Zaira turned to leave then gave him a side glance. "Because if you didn't, I'm certain we wouldn't of had this conversation."

* * * * * * * *

Star Swirl magically closed the door behind him as he slowly crunched through the snow to move into the royal gardens. As an icy breeze whirled by causing him to tip his hat to deflect the frigid air he looked in the distance and saw Princess Celestia had noticed him.

“You’ve aged.” She said, her tone questioning. As she spoke, she smiled warmly as her mane flowed in the breeze like a colorful wave, shining brightly even in the dim light of the torches nearby.

“Mmm,” Star Swirl tugged his frosty beard then smiled coyly. “I suppose.”

Celestia looked at him curiously and though she held her smile, he could see the concern in her eyes.

Unable to meet her gaze, Star Swirl instead turned to look over the rows of various frozen plants. “How long has it been?” He asked as he reached out and gently touched a frozen bulb of a starlight blossom. “I’ve lost track after so many years…”

"It's been a very long time..." Celestia said as she began treading through the thick snow over to him.

“Do you remember that time I snuck into your old gardens? It was full of these same flowers... On that day… I had so much going through my mind, I could never told you how terrified I was. I thought I was in so much trouble,” he grinned at the memory and lightly brushed the snow from another bulb then looked at Celestia. “I really had no idea what to expect…”

“As I remember it…” Celestia laughed softly and continued. “You were in an enormous amount of trouble. By the time we met I had already gotten an earful about a certain mischievous unicorn." She grinned but stood quietly for a moment, apparently going over her thoughts. "There are very few that can ever learn that kind of magic,” she paused to brush a pink and yellow wisp of her mane from her eyes. “But you never gave me a straight answer… why was it you teleported there in the first place?”

A glimmer of pride sparked within Star Swirl. “Because… I could.”

Celestia gave a choking laugh, her expression turning scornful. “That is probably the worst possible reason.”

“Well, had I not… then perhaps I never would’ve had the chance to meet you,” he paused feeling his side throb and struggled to maintain his balance. He swallowed hard trying to will the stabbing sensation away then began to tread slowly through the snow to hide how unsteady he was. “At some point… I think we all find a need to test our boundaries.”

“I suppose we do,” Celestia spoke up behind him, again sounding more like a question.

“Princess… there’s something I should tell you,” his voice drifted to a whisper, uncertain of what to say next. Do I warn her? Or would it unravel everything-?

Pow! A snowball splatters across the back of Star Swirl’s head, the impact flinging his hat forward over his face. Quickly he adjusted it then turned to see Celestia smirking, three more snowballs hovering next to her in the soft yellow glow of her magic. With a laugh she tosses another.

As if entranced, Star Swirl watched the packed ball of ice sail through the air then perfectly hit its mark - right across his snout.

Celestia giggled. “I tossed that one so slow, too! Have you gotten so old you can’t even try to dodge?”

A burst of energy rippled away from Star Swirl as he called forth his own magic, the arcane power lifting a massive chunk of snow in front of him that splits into ten large snowballs. “Old? What a funny word for you to use… Tell me, what’s your age again?” As he finished, all ten of the snowballs are launched together in a massive arc.

He watched Celestia wince and close her eyes, awaiting an impact that would never happen. High above, Star Swirl’s magic pulls the snowballs apart into tiny snowflakes, sending a shower of white frost gently over the princess that glittered in the torchlight.

As she slowly opened her eyes, Star Swirl smiles. “In the grand hall earlier… I kept much from you.”

Celestia bit her lip then smiled. “I know.”

“I was always terrible at keeping secrets, especially from you..." Star Swirl shook his head then sighs. "Princess, what’s coming is unlike anything you’ve ever dealt with, but no matter how bad things get or how hopeless it may seem, you have to remember how much you love-” he paused, the throbbing pain of his side making it nearly impossible to breath. “How much you love your sister… your subjects-”

Celestia stepped forward and gently brought a golden hoof to his lips. Smiling, she looked deeply into his eyes then leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek.

As they touched all of his carefully crafted illusions were broken. Star Swirl’s wrinkles faded, his eyes brightened, and his long beard reverted to a short goatee. He gave a crooked smile then waved a hoof to tug on a beard that no longer existed.

“I’ve never seen you this serious… I’m just hoping it was that silly illusion going to your head,” she spoke softly, her warm breath tickling his neck.

“I prefer to think I’ve matured,” he grinned and slowly pulled away. “And if I’m not mistaken… you almost sound as if you didn’t like the beard.”

Celestia smirked and shook her head. “Not even a little.”

Star Swirl acted shocked. “That’s a shame; I had grown quite fond of it.”

Celestia took a deep breath then suddenly looked away, apparently taking notice of the night flowers starting to bloom. “You aren’t staying… are you?”

“If you commanded me to,” he smiled coyly then slid his hat off and ruffled his blue and black mane. “I… couldn’t disobey a request from royalty, after all.”

“Is that so?" Celestia teased with a crooked smile. "I'm certain I can remember one occasion where I asked you not to leave... but you still did," her voice turned melancholy as she gave a tiny sigh. "But... how long ago was that?"

“For you, your highness, a mere blink of the eyes,” Star Swirl closed his eyes for emphasis but had trouble reopening them; they now felt very heavy. “For me… it’s been a lifetime.”

A brief silence passed that felt like an eternity. “This burden is far too much, I never should’ve-”

Star Swirl shook his head and turned, needing to hide his face as another wave of pain struck. “It needed to be this way.”

There was another pause and he could hear Celestia sigh followed by the light crunch of snow as she moved to stand at his side. “That’s odd…” she said quizzically.

Star Swirl slowly opened his eyes, something at the back of his mind making him suddenly feel as if he had forgotten something – something important. As he turned to Celestia and saw her point a hoof where his robes had been torn by the bladed edge of Ailamyr it became clear – she had dispelled not only the illusion for his appearance, but the one hiding the damage to his robes and wound as well.

“It’s not like you to have unkempt robes,” Celestia giggled and gently prodded Star Swirl’s side.

The princess’s touch caused pain to surge through him as if a lance had punctured his ribs. As he started to tumble sideways it took every bit of strength to cast a control stone spell. In a flash of magical light, snow whirled in a spiral away from his hooves as a seat-like chunk of frozen earth rose up keeping him firmly in place. Panting and still reeling from the incredible pain, his mind raced to come up with an excuse but when he saw Celestia’s frightened eyes he quickly glanced to his side; the surge of magic and tumble had flipped his robes over his back leaving his side fully exposed.

The princess made a sound that he could only imagine as a scream crossed with a gasp, a gurgled squeak. He looked to her as she reached forward, her horn glowing with magic.

“No! You can’t…” he quickly held her foreleg. After taking a raspy breath he softened his voice. “It was terrible magic that made this; you’d… only make it worse.”

Celestia instantly shrunk back. She had only moved inches but they might as well be parted by miles.

Star Swirl quickly flipped his robes over the wound; it was the last thing she should’ve seen, especially with all that’s about to happen with Luna. “I’ve been beaten... and now that you’ve seen this, I've unfortunately given you a small glimpse of the future. I'm very sorry, Celestia… I couldn’t keep my promise to you.”

“How long… do you have?” Celestia’s voice was so low a butterfly could’ve been speaking.

“I’m uncertain, but it doesn’t matter,” he had to close his eyes as he trembled and slowly pushed himself off the chunk of earth. “I didn’t come here to show you this. I had almost convinced myself you wouldn’t even need to know anything about it,” he slid his hat off and ran a hoof through his mane. “But it appears fate had a different plan.”

Celestia pressed her lips together, her eyes like glass.

“Since I’ve already broken the promise… I suppose there’s no harm in doing it once more,” Star Swirl paused for a moment expecting a complaint but Celestia just looked at him, tears in her eyes. He reached into the inner folds of his robes and slid out a thick black-covered book. “This is all of my notes from my travels… it also contains many powerful spells that I was never able to master.”

Celestia shook her head once, clearly confused. “Why… are you giving this to me?”

“One day… many, many years from now… I want you to give it your most prized student. She will cherish it, I’m sure.” Though his vision had grown hazy, he glanced at the doorway where he had spoken with Zaira and managed a smile. “And if you ever feel lost… I want you to open it.”

“I don't understand what any of this is about, and I can tell you're determined to leave… but you should stay at least a little longer, rest and get your strength back!” Celestia's voice was squeaky, he had never heard her this upset.

Rest. The very thought of resting almost made him want to collapse. “I… cannot. Here, in this period of time, there is nopony able to heal a wound of this nature and it grows dreadfully worse with every passing moment. Soon, I may not even be able to use magic.”

Celestia’s head bowed low, he knew she was giving up hope.

He reached out and gently raised her chin. "It doesn't end here, I will see you again." He stepped back and began summoning an enormous amount of magical power. "Be strong, princess. You have many powerful allies... add their strength to your own.”

Celestia’s pain-filled eyes locked with his. “What will you do?

“What I've always tried to do,” he smiled, his magic returning the illusion of old age just as he reached up and tugged his beard. “Find a way to set things right.” In a blinding flash of blue spell energy, Star Swirl completed his spell and vanished.

* * * * * * * *

The wind howled and tiny dots of snow began to speckle the air as Celestia stood motionless, her flowing mane and tail the only signs she hadn't turned to stone. With a heavy blink, a single tear rolled down her cheek, but something shining on the ground caught her attention and she wiped her eyes to get a better look. After moving to where Star Swirl had been only moments before, she shifted a hoof through the snow then raised her leg - on it dangled a silver locket.

Chapter Eight: Herald of the Ages

The light clack of hooves echoed softly down the long, torch-lit hall, the ominous sound ending as Princess Luna halted before the arch of the ornate silver and gold doorway to her chambers. Taking a deep breath, she watched as her long shadow flickered and bent against her surroundings and the large door magically slid open before her, unveiling an interior nearly as dark as the void itself. With a tearful blink, she slowly stepped through the wide threshold and into the enveloping darkness then stopped after fully moving within the room, allowing her magic to silently close the door behind her in a soft purple haze.

Having long since removed the wards protecting this wing of the castle, in the princess’s short absence her chambers had become nearly as frigid as the world outside. Long ago she had been nervous for dispelling the magic, but the concern was brief; there were rarely any visitors aside those of her own conjuring, so it mattered little. Over time, she had found the isolation brought on by the icy winter air and utter disconnection to light in her chambers to give a sort of numbing comfort, but not this night.

As she stood idly, her frozen breath wisped around her snout as she listened to the various door locks in motion. With the final bolt sliding into place, the light of her magic dulled then faded completely, returning the room to all-consuming darkness. Finally free of prying eyes and ears, she sniffled softly then weakly bowed her head as tears began to stream heavily down her cheeks.

In her mind, she visualized Star Swirl standing before her, his expression cold and taunting. "Should that mage speak of what has been done... and tell of how it is I who bears responsibility," she chokingly whispered then held her breath as she considered the various consequences of her actions. “Nothing… will ever be the same." Slowly wiping her eyes, she turned and looked to a wall near the doors to the balcony, where long ago she had painted a large orange star upon the bricks. “But… what will my sister do-?"

Feeling her skin tingle, her thoughts are cut short as the distinct energy of Celestia’s magic coursed through the air.

“She has… lowered the sun?” In response, Luna quickly lifted her head and spread her wings as her body glowed brightly from her own magic, the purple energy pulsing away like vapor. In an instant the spell was complete and though she couldn’t see it, she knew the sky had darkened and the golden disk of the nearly full moon had begun its rise.

Suddenly hopeful, Luna quickly strode through the room to her balcony doors but stopped short of opening them. Realizing that this hadn't changed anything, she blinked and thought a moment then slowly backed away. “The two of them... they have yet to speak, then.”

More tears cascaded down her cheeks as she stood quietly, then with a heavy sigh, she turned from the balcony doors but halted mid-step noticing movement by the far wall. Moving closer, she sniffled then roughly wiped her face as she realized she was simply looking into her dressing mirror. For a long time, she stood and gazed at herself.

Even though her surroundings were devoid of light, it did little to hinder Luna's vision and she could see her dark reflection clearly, but she wished she couldn't. Her eyes were rimmed with tears and bloodshot as if she hadn't slept in days, the coat of her cheeks matted and scruffy. She had never seen herself looking so distraught, and after exhaling and shaking her head in disbelief, she raised a foreleg and gently caressed her reflected face with a hoof.

“This is your fault, is it not?” She said coldly as she pressed against the glass, the motion causing the large mirror to thud against the stone wall. Feeling repulsed, her hoof drifted from the mirror as she looked away and closed her eyes. "You... deserve whatever is coming." Guilt roiled painfully within her chest, but another emotion far surpassed it – anger. At first she couldn’t place why, but it suddenly became clear: she didn't believe anything she had just spoken.

A low, shrill hum began to resonate through the room as Luna's mane began to ripple from the stirring air around her. As if caught in a vacuum, the air suddenly surged to the princess as her horn flared amethyst, her magic lifting the large mirror from the dresser then suspending it near the ceiling high above. In fury, she shook her head and screamed, “Why would he do this?! Why NOW?!”

With ease, her magic whipped the mirror through the air like a leaf in the wind then in a loud crash shattered it upon the floor, explosively scattering glass clear across the massive room.

As she looked at the thousands of shards glinting and reflecting the purple luminance of her magic, all at once the anger was gone, replaced instead by a sadness that seemed to envelope every part of her very being. With a choking whimper, the light of her horn faded then extinguished completely.

Over her lifetime, there had been various challenges and hardships that tested both her strength and will, but none had ever left her feeling as utterly exhausted as she did at this moment. Desiring rest more than ever, glass crunched and popped loudly underhoof as she slowly tread over the remains of the mirror and made her way to her bed. After giving a fleeting wish she had never met Star Swirl, she collapsed into the soft, welcoming folds of blankets and pillows.

Aside from the occasional sniffle, she lay silent hoping to drift off to sleep once more but the sound of breaking glass echoed in her mind and a feeling there was something yet she needed to do wouldn't subside. Unable to shake the lingering thoughts of what the next day may bring, she slowly raised her head from the pillows then removed her tiara and set it on the mound of blankets beside her. Feeling both her heart breaking and her bottom lip tremble she turned away then covered her face with a thick feather pillow, at last succumbing to sleep's embrace.

* * * * * * * *

Star Flare spread her wings wide as she softly landed on the snow-covered road. Shivering and with her teeth chattering from the icy flight, she looked at the tightly packed homes of varying shapes and sizes lining the street, many with their chimneys sending trails of smoke into the night sky and their interior alit with candlelight, and mused they looked almost as if they were huddled together to stay warm against the chill of the winter air.

Twisting her lips as she clenched her jaw to try and bring the chattering under control, she tugged her blue coat tight and wished it had been enchanted like her armor to help stay warm. Maybe I should've just kept my armor on, it's not like Skystrider would mind, she thought. Still, I couldn't just show up like that... though, maybe with how late I am, he'd forgive me since it'd look like I just came from the castle?

Unsure of what would've been better, she took a crunching step into the snow and smiled as she saw her destination was close - Skystrider's home was just at the end of the road, only a few more houses away. Feeling her cheeks warm and a tingly spark in her chest at the thought of seeing him, she gave a light giggle and prepared to take off in a trot to his front door but stopped as a loud explosion erupted in the sky behind her.

With the thick blanket of snow covering the area twinkling blues, yellows, and reds, she turned around to see colorful streams of light glittering in the sky from a massive firework display. Gasping in awe, she whispered, "They must be getting ready for the Solstice Festival... tomorrow..." Her voice drifted off as she noticed one stream from the fireworks didn't seem to fade. Curious at what it might be, she moved into the center of the road to get a better view but noticed other ponies had stepped out of their homes.

"Granny, what's that?" A little orange filly waved her tiny foreleg to the sky then looked to the elder pony next to her. "Is it another firework or... just some kinda weird star?"

The elder pony gave a tired laugh as she pointed her hoof to the dark heavens. "That, my dear, only appears in the night sky every hundred years," she said then moved to return indoors. "It's called a comet, and that one in particular is a very rare sight." With a long sigh she stepped through the doorway then added, "One that I wish you'd never seen in your lifetime."

Star Flare looked curiously at the elder pony then back to the streak of light in the sky. "Excuse me, I just overheard you and I'm sorry to interrupt... but you said that's a comet?" She said then waved her nose skyward. "It's so pretty... why wouldn't you want to see it?"

The elder pony looked down to the little filly standing before her then prodded her to come inside. Her expression turning grim, she looked at Star Flare with worried eyes. "Because nothing good ever comes of it. Mark my words, that comet portends something terrible." As she finished, she quickly shut the door.

Bewildered, Star Flare blinked then took a step back and held her front leg in the air as she tried to discern what had just happened. "Okay, well... that was kinda creepy," she announced then glanced up to look at the comet once more.

"Miss Star Flare!"

Her ears sprung upwards at the sound of her name, the voice shouting it sounding very familiar. Turning, she whispered, "Fidge?"

Hopping through the thick snow was the little unicorn, doing his best to make his way over.

Star Flare giggled at the welcome surprise and Fidget's silly method of traversing the thick snow. "Hey... what in the world are you doing here? Were you visiting Skystrider?"

Panting heavily he turned and looked proudly at his handy work - a somewhat cleared path through the snow, straight to Skystrider's front door. Taking a deep breath, he turned and gave a quick salute. "Yes m'am, I've been here for a little bit! Did you see the fireworks?"

Star Flare glanced over her shoulder, reminded again of the strange comet. "Mmm, yeah I did... they caught me by surprise, almost as much you being here," she smirked then waved a hoof at the path to the door. "But, why didn't Sky come out with you?"

Fidget blinked then gave a shy grin as he gave a side glance to the house. "Well... he's sorta... um..."

"Sorta um, what?"

"Hung up." Fidget said then belted out a laugh. "It's so cold out here... Hurry, let's go inside! I wanna show you something!"

Chapter Nine: Memories

Magical energy thrummed almost harmonically in the air, the power of an unseen force causing the wind to howl and spatter snow in every direction. Quickly the sound grew louder and louder, until at last the air seemed to split apart in a blinding spiral of green light. With a piercing crack of thunder, the teleportation spell had been completed, and where there had once been nothing now stood a zebra draped with a silver cloak.

Trails of steam wafted in tiny wisps from Zaira's body as she held her cowl against the calming wind and blinked to adjust her eyesight to the darkness of night. With only moonlight to see, the surrounding world was a sparkling blanket of white and aside from her own hoofprints, the snow looked fresh and likely hadn't been disturbed in some time. Comforted by that fact, she quickly looked across the hazy distance, where the soft glow of street lanterns within Canterlot's inner city could just barely be seen, then spun in place and discovered what she was looking for residing only steps away.

A massive wall stretched out in either direction, its white stone making it nearly invisible on the winter landscape, and before her stood the entrance through; a gate of weaved iron, its arched top covered in snow and traced with icicles. At each side of the gate, daunting carvings in the stone of a minotaur and gryphon - the symbols of strength and wisdom of the magic order - looked terrifying shadowed in the dim light, but seeing them only made her grin. Confident she had teleported to the intended location, she exhaled in relief and tilted her head to focus her attention skyward.

Tiny dots of snow speckled the air amidst the twinkling stars and nearly full moon, but she showed them little interest. Instead, her gaze focused on a streak of blue light crossing the vast heavens.

"Every cycle brings you closer..." Zaira whispered her thoughts aloud as her orange eyes peered at the comet intently. Cracking a tiny smile, she once again turned her attention to the frozen iron gate and waved a foreleg forward. A soft glow of green magic surrounded an invisible horn on her head and in response the gate split into two doors and gave a piercing groan as they slowly opened inward, shoveling mounds of snow aside as they loudly announced her arrival. Not giving them the chance to fully open, she slipped through the gap then reversed the spell, squeakily sealing them once again.

After only taking a few steps within, the barely audible yet distinct hum of magical energy filled her ears as the biting chill of the frosty air quickly changed to a tingly warmth. Though invisible to most, the wards of magic created a mist-like barrier over the confines of the inner courtyard but even those lacking talent in the arcane would know of its presence; along the outer barrier rested a wall of snow, but within was as comfortable and green as a perfect spring day.

She took a moment to enjoy the soothing change in temperature and brushed the clinging snow from her cloak, but her ears twitched as she heard something peculiar. "Chirping? Winter birds within the wards?" Zaira's eyes darted about looking for the source and caught sight of a single white bird bouncing from limb to limb of one of the many large shrubs tracing the path, but as she stepped closer it chirped and took flight. Finding its appearance here very odd, she watched how it passed through the barrier and back into the winter air.

"A familiar, perhaps?" She loudly asked, doing her best to sound impressed by such a feat. Glancing about, she scanned the area expecting a reply but the courtyard had returned to silence and found no one in sight. Irritated, her eyes narrowed as she stood still a moment and mentally noted she would have to change the wards once again. Knowing how much work that would require, she gave a sigh and looked to the gray stone building of the magic order only a short distance away.

Though the home of the magic order was one of the most renown places in all of Equestria, by comparison to the shining white structures and colorful towers of the neighboring Canterlot Castle, it looked exceedingly plain. Decorated only by the two columns at its entrance way and various flora growing along its walls, its basic appearance shared more in common with the older buildings within the city than those of nobility. Even so, it wielded a similar respect to the home of royalty and for good reason; those of the magic order had long been one of Canterlot's greatest defenses and only the most gifted in magic, whether pony or otherwise, studied within its ancient walls.

Zaira smirked as she mused over the history of the magic order and of what the coming nights would bring. “For all the strength you possess, you never saw this coming...” she whispered to herself as she came to a stop at the enormous main entrance. Her hoof slowly traced the precise motions of a rune of unlocking in the air then waited as the doors split apart to allow entrance. “It's almost a shame.”

* * * * * * * *

Zaira waited for the doors to her study to seal then muttered a well rehearsed incantation to bring the torches of the room aflame. As the soft glow of fire filled the circular room she looked across the walls covered in brightly colored tapestries and paintings from around the world then slowly made her way to the room's center where a large crystal held by a golden stand hummed with energy. As she stood close, she swallowed deeply then cleared her throat.

“Your return cannot be far off, master... the comet grows ever brighter.” Zaira spoke low and bowed her head.

At the sound of her voice the torches flickered and the crystal flashed with red light. She watched intently as the smokey apparition of a black unicorn stallion appeared, his lifeless, onyx eyes focused upon her.

"The guardian arrived in Canterlot, just as you said he would..." Zaira slowly raised her head and slid back her cowl. “The mage can no longer see the threads of time, I saw to the instrument's destruction myself. With it, his gateway here – his pillar of time – was destroyed as well.” Brimming with confidence, she slowly crept forward. “But master... I hardly see the need for concern. Like most of the fools here..." she began, her vision drifting to the various tapestries around the room. "He was Naive. Weak. I had expected so much more."

The stallion's dark eyes flashed with red magic as he moved closer, making Zaira cringe and take a step backward. Though the stallion didn't speak, it was as if his magical will formed words within her mind and she understood his intent clearly.

“I-I've taken care of it... the shield has been put into place,” she said then shook her head in fearful confusion. “Even if Star Swirl did risk returning to change history further, my magic would prevent it."

"And what if I had never left?" A familiar voice said followed with a chuckle.

The air split with a thunderous crash of energy, a wave of power sending Zaira tumbling then skidding across the floor on her back. Trembling in pain she weakly lifted her head and saw an elder unicorn materialize out of thin air before her, his horn glowing light blue as he tugged his long beard.

"It... can't be!" Zaira gasped and shook her head.

“You actually believed I would leave... after the display you put on? And you call me naive.” Star Swirl said as he shook his head as if disappointed then turned to the image of the dark unicorn, his eyes narrowed in concern. “Yet your talent in magic is undeniable... to speak with this monster, somehow you've managed to bridge time. Quite a feat for a changeling.”

With a snarl, green flames encircled Zaira as she glared at the mage and slowly began to lift herself from the floor. "You'd dare attack me!? Here... within the very heart of the magic order?!" Her silver cloak burned away as crystalline wings grew from her sides and her dark, porous body took shape. Returning to her hooves as the transformation was complete, the flames rippled away as if dispersed by a strong wind. “You truly are a fool, Star Swirl the Bearded... I can see the pain in your eyes. You can barely stand and your power is nearly spent-!”

Woven symbols of moons and stars sparkled gold on Star Swirl's robes and hat as he waved a hoof in her direction, his eyes and horn flaring bright blue as he did.

Zaira gurgled in pain as she hurled backwards and collided hard against the wall, a sphere of energy crushing her against the stone.

“I am a fool, yes... to have ever hoped your intentions would be good." Star Swirl said with a scowl then tugged his beard. "Since your parasitic kind seemingly exists solely to bring misery to others, I'd have no qualm with bringing an end to this here and now,” he said as he edged closer, his eyes burning with energy. “But... it doesn't have to end that way. Help me bring an end to this madness... Tell me what you've planned.”

Zaira tried to shift then swallowed as she glanced to the dark unicorn glaring back at her. “The plan? You know what it is...” she said and gasped for air. The sphere of magic was pressing so hard into her chest she thought her lungs would collapse. “It's ex-exactly... what you... wanted,” she gave a choking laugh then lowered her head to meet Star Swirl's eyes, her green hair drifting over her face. “To make sure the princess fulfills... her de-destiny.”

* * * * * * * *

"You have to be kidding..." Star Flare teasingly asked with a giggle. "There's no way that's true!"

The fireplace popped and crackled as Skystrider gave a smirking side glance and stretched his white wings. "It is true... And it isn't nice to tease, my ego's already been trampled enough," he said with a laugh and waved a hoof at Fidget, who had long since stopped paying attention. "Him and that little fireball got the best of me, that's how my tail got knotted up on the railing."

"Aww..." Star Flare grinned then ruffled a hoof through Skystrider's rainbow mane. "And I had to come to the rescue-"

"Fee-Nix!" Fidget loudly interrupted and spun on his rear hooves as a baby phoenix fluttered in a circle just above his head. "She's a phoenix! Not a fireball!"

The tiny phoenix chirped its apparent approval and landed on Fidget's back.

"Yeah, yeah..." Skystrider waved his hoof dismissively then looked at the phoenix with curiosity. "I still don't understand what it was doing in the city. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure they migrate far from here during the winter."

"Well, she was hurt... I found her in the road on my way here." Fidget began, his scrunched expression clearly displaying just how hard he was trying to figure out the reason.

"Hurt or not, that still doesn't explain why it was in the city... Or at the very least, out in the cold..." Skystrider smirked then raised an eyebrow. "But how do you know it's a she? Did the fireball tell you?"

Fidget stepped back and gave a spastic shake of his head. "No, I just... she just is! A she, I mean..."

Star Flare gave a crooked smile and reached over and gently prodded Skystrider's side. "Picking on a future royal guard? I'd say that's treasonous..." she said then nodded to the little unicorn, her horn glowing blue. "What do you think, Fidge? What should his sentence be?"

Fidget's horn glowed yellow as the phoenix took flight from his back and wheeled high above near the ceiling. "Death by pillow!" He howled.

In a rush of wind and flash of white a single feather floated lazily through the air from Skystrider spreading his wings so quickly. With a single flap he moved clear across the living room in a rainbow blur, completely dodging a magically-glowing sitting pillow that was soaring towards him.

Star Flare prepared to attack but was interrupted as the pillow intended for Skystrider crumpled over her face with a soft thud. She gave a laughing growl and slowly peeled the pillow away then waved it threateningly at the little unicorn. "I thought we were on a team, Fidge!"

"S-sorry, miss Star Flare..." Fidget began then with a laugh pointed an accusing hoof. "But that's for not taking me with you at the market!"

Star Flare tilted her head in confusion as the pillow sunk in the air, the blue glow of the magic supporting it softening. "When... today? I didn't have a chance to make it by there... I got stuck working late at the castle."

Fidget's tiny eyebrows furrowed as he stared with a questioning expression. "But... the weird stuff at the library... I found you for Captain Stormstrike..."

Star Flare could tell the little unicorn was getting upset but she really didn't know what to make of it. There was something more, though; she had no memory of what he was saying, but there was something oddly familiar about it. She blinked and sighed in confusion, then turned to Skystrider and gave a cheerful smile to try and cover up the concern she was feeling.

"Had you heard anything about this?" She asked quietly.

Skystrider slowly walked back over and sat close. "Only the bits Fidget told me about... " he began but gave a suspicious look at the pillow still magically hovering and plucked it out of the air and placed it at his side. "He came by to tell me you'd be late, so maybe you two ran into each other at a different place?"

Fidget scratched behind his ear. "Nuh uh, I met miss Star Flare at the market... I know I did cause I've never run so much in my life! She told me she was going to head to the Sugarcane's bakery to get pies ordered for the party so I knew she'd be there today."

Star Flare blinked as she remembered chasing Dandy through through a busy shopping area, and of a need to stop by and see Mrs. Limesplash. Try as she might, she couldn't see or hear the moments with clarity, like a part of her memory had been washed away. Uncertain what it meant, she faked a smile to Fidget. "I dunno, kiddo... maybe I'm just getting my days mixed up. I've been super busy with everything going on with the festival."

Fidget gave a defeated sigh then looked up to the little phoenix circling above. "Oh well... I just wanted to know what happened with that old guy. I know he didn't mean to, but he really scared my sister... I bet she'll never go to the library again," he said with a laugh then thought a moment. "Hmm... I'll bet Mrs. Calli or Captain Stormstrike could tell me what happened to him..."

Old guy. Star Flare closed her eyes as the words of the little unicorn stirred memories of an elder pony being escorted by a royal guard at the castle. Thinking about it was strangely painful, like there was something about him... something she never wanted to forget. When she reopened her eyes, she found Skystrider and Fidget had moved close and both giving her a look of concern. She blinked in confusion and felt the reason for the strange looks as a tear cascaded down her cheek.

"Are you okay?" Skystrider asked softly, his face so close she could feel his breath.

Blushing, she quickly turned and wiped away the tear. "I-I'm fine... I just, I don't know... Remember that neighbor of yours I told you about earlier? I guess what she said really got to me." She hated having to tell the lie, but she had no idea how she'd explain the truth.

"What did she say?" Fidget asked followed by a chirp from the phoenix.

Star Flare looked out the frost-covered livingroom windows to the barely visible night sky. "Just a scary story..." she paused as she noticed the flames of the fireplace reflected on the glass. "I'm sure it didn't mean anything."

Chapter Ten: Precipice

Star Swirl was dimly aware of the flickering torches as he brought his eyes to close, allowing himself a brief moment of reprieve from Zaira’s menacing glare in hopes of refocusing his thoughts. In that fleeting bit of time, a period no longer than the passing of a few wheezing breaths, the agonizing pain of his wound subsided, the sense that each of the various magical barriers being dispelled paused, and his ebbing loss of control over the arcane halted. But the serenity would not last; a static-like charge broke the moment of peace with a tingle across his body and raised the hair on his neck, a clear sign of powerful magic at work. As he reopened his eyes, he knew he had given his enemy far too much time.

“You’re looking tired... Well, even more so than usual.” Zaira said as she gave a sympathetic look of concern. “I’ve told you everything you’ve asked of me, so answer me this, archmage… What was your plan?” She paused to gulp in a deep breath and shift against the wall. “You came here for answers, that’s obvious enough… but then what? Looking at you, I’m amazed you can even stand let alone use magic - what more could you do?”

Star Swirl considered speaking but instead tugged his beard and looked at the changeling still pinned to the wall by his spell, feeling as if he had been taken off guard by how true her assessment was.

With a roll of her eyes, Zaira gave a long sigh. “I’ll give you this much; you do at least live up to your legendary tenacity… but what does it matter? Tenacious or not, that doesn’t change the fact that your robes are turning scarlet.”

Star Swirl swallowed then glanced to his side. A matted purple stripe ran the length of his body, a clear sign the cauterized wound had reopened and his blood was now seeping into the soft folds of his robes. Almost instinctively, the incantation for the regeneration spell was upon his lips, but he already knew it wouldn’t have any effect. His time had run out.

“I gave you a chance to leave… and had you; you might have found a point in time where you could’ve healed.” Zaira shifted almost seductively against the wall, the sweet tone of her voice now venomous. “But not anymore. That opportunity has come and gone.” As she spoke, Star Swirl noted the clarity of her voice and how it lacked any hint of pain. Inwardly he cringed knowing this meant his spell had greatly diminished and it likely wouldn’t be long before she’d be able to counter it.

Slowly Star Swirl turned from the changeling then gazed at the glowing red gem in the center of the room and to the dark ethereal unicorn standing silently next to it. “You fed the princess lie after lie, weakening her resolve but keeping her in line just enough to prevent her from having her conflict.” He blinked warily as he looked deep into the unicorn’s onyx-like, lifeless eyes. “All of that to build up to what’s happening now…” Feeling anger surge through him, he quickly turned to face Zaira. “You willingly stand upon the precipice of destruction… what you’re doing will hasten this monster’s return, but do you truly know what that entails? Has he told you what will happen?”

Zaira’s head tilted as if showing interest, but she said nothing.

“Millennia from now, there is a moment eternally scorched in the annals of history. To the survivors, it is remembered as Starfall – the day the heavens fell upon Equestria. On this day, the world will be reduced to nothing more than a charred wasteland, a place of hopelessness and despair,” Star Swirl blinked then rubbed his eyes trying to suppress the horrible memories. “Changelings - your kind - feed on positive emotion… why do something that would bring so much misery upon the world?”

Zaira’s eyes flashed with energy as her gnarled and porous horn erupted with green magic, her power dispelling the sphere of energy keeping her pinned to the wall. As if light as a feather, she gently slumped to her hooves then stretched, displaying how easy it was to counter the magic. “You have it so very wrong, Star Swirl.”

Knowing this was inevitable; he quickly cricked his neck and scowled. “Oh, is that so?” He asked innocently. “Then please enlighten me.”

Zaira gave a tiny smirk as thin waves of green energy danced around her horn. “It isn’t the kind of emotion that matters… it’s the intensity. When my master returns, and before that, with all the terrible things that princess is bound to do, my kind will be able to feed endlessly.” Her words seemed to echo as her sinister gaze focused on Star Swirl. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

A wave of green fire erupted across the walls, the flames quickly engulfing everything hanging upon or near the stone. As the last painting blackened, its beautiful imagery of a purple unicorn practicing magic turning to ash, Star Swirl’s eyes widened; not because of the charred heaps of tapestries and once-illustrious artwork collapsing to the floor, but rather because of what had been hidden behind them.

Zaira canceled the spell and in an instant the flames of the jade fire was gone, leaving only thick plumes of acrid smoke that hung heavily like a dark cloud on the ceiling. With a smile, she pointed to the gap in the wall where the largest of the tapestries had been hanging. “I’m certain you're familiar with at least some of the ponies within this cell. Don’t be shy… say hello.”

“Aurorus… Sunglimmer… and so many more.” Star Swirl’s whispering voice wavered as he caught sight of the renowned mages and moved close to see them better. He quickly counted at least ten other ponies locked within the tiny prison with them. Each of the trapped unicorns shivered and whimpered as he stepped closer, their vacant eyes belying their terrified expressions. He could see many were thin - far too thin - their sagging skin prominently displaying the bone underneath. Even through the smoke, a thick pungent smell wafted from the cell, the weirdly sweet and foul scent of decay. “What… have you done to them?!”

“What was needed, of course… You know as well as I that each of these ponies likely would’ve made a difference in the days to come. Instead, one by one I tore them down." Zaira stood proudly then jabbed a porous hoof toward the prison. "Was it a desire for greater power?” She began and pointed to a yellow unicorn named Lantern Gleam. “Or perhaps a misguided passion to help others?” She turned and pointed to a pony Star Swirl didn’t recognize, the poor thing laid in a crumpled heap and looked as if it were only moments from death. Zaira inhaled deeply, obviously content with the display of misery. “It doesn’t matter… through all of their pathetic flaws, I brought them here and in their torment I’ve grown strong. But don’t look so surprised… After all, you’ll be joining them soon enough.”

Star Swirl stood quietly, seemingly oblivious to the changeling's threat. I had been so focused on Luna, I didn’t even think something like this would be possible, Star Swirl thought. Every attempt I make to save the future only seems to cause greater damage - and the evil tied to this world only grows stronger. Shivering in anger, tiny dots of blue light began to sparkle around his horn as he gazed angrily at Zaira. “I had almost convinced myself you were under a spell just like so many others, falsely believing even something like you could be controlled to further his ends... but I’ve been blind, haven’t I? This has been your own twisted plan all along… conceived willingly.” He glanced once more at the feeble imprisoned ponies then looked away, tears shining at the edge of his eyes. “I am so, so very sorry I couldn’t do something sooner but I swear I will do everything I can to stop this nightmare.”

Zaira flashed a tiny smirk as her eyes narrowed and flickered with green energy. In response the bars to the prison crumbled as they turned to sand and poured to the floor. “Well, don’t leave us in suspense... Show us, archmage. Show how you intend to stop it,” she paused to give a wicked laugh as her horn erupted in green energy. “But do be quick about it… I have a war to ignite.”

::: Complete Story Recap :::

This section contains major spoilers for Starfall: Dominion of the Night, Part I.

If you're looking to catch up on the story, or simply would prefer to skip ahead but want to have a good handle on what's happening, then you've come to the right place. However... just keep in mind this will heavily narrow down the events.

:derpytongue2: LAST WARNING --- SPOILERS AHEAD :derpytongue2:

Prologue: In Another Time

In an alternate timeline, Princess Luna worries over her choices but struggles with a need to be defiant toward her sister, Princess Celestia. To her surprise, her thoughts are disrupted by the beautiful singing of Celestia and an alicorn filly named Star Flare.

Though her time with the filly is brief, the respect and admiration she shows makes Luna leery about the things she's set in motion, strengthening a part of her already conflicted over doing such deeds. Even so, she can't help but feel proud that her most recent plan goes without a hitch leaving her as the center of attention and a hero, despite she was actually the cause of the tragedy.

Chapter 1: Fool's Gambit

Over a thousand years in the future beyond Twilight Sparkle's transformation into a princess of Equestria, Star Swirl has a showdown with an ancient enemy that has brought incredible destruction to the world. As the battle wears on, the archmage's foe controls Celestia in an effort to defeat him and nearly does. With his staff taken from him then twisted into a new weapon with evil magic, the archmage is badly wounded and narrowly escapes using his timejump spell.

He reappears in Canterlot but in a time somewhat foreign to him, a place still in his future but not like it had or should be. Through magic and a special device, he attempts to discover his actual location via the other timelines, but in the midst of the spell something intervenes causing the device to explode.

Chapter 2: Veiled Lineage

While on their way home with their mother, Berry Bliss and Fidget witness a small explosion near the Canterlot library. Frightened by the event, Berry Bliss runs away but Fidget stays behind to help a strange elder pony who seemed to have been caught in the blast.

On the other side of Canterlot, Star Flare, now grown up and in the royal guard, heads through the snow-covered markets on her way home. After a bit of fun playing with some of the orphans there, she's stopped by Fidget who tells her about his earlier encounter and that Captain Stormstrike was looking for her. Though she'd prefer not to, she apologizes and leaves the little pony behind, taking flight to the library.

In the midst of being questioned about the explosion by Captain Stormstrike and a pony named Calligraphy, Star Swirl gives the false name of Virtuoso the Bearded and denies having any involvement. As they move into the alley where Star Swirl's tools for seeing the timelines exploded, the archmage uses a spell on the Captain to learn more of what's happening in current time. His plan, however, takes a turn as he's caught in the act by Star Flare who was in flight and saw everything overhead.

The sudden arrival of the alicorn, along with her striking resemblance to Princess Celestia - and most importantly, one Star Swirl knows doesn't belong in this timeline - makes him question everything he knows up to this point.

Though she has no reason to, something unusual about the old mage has Star Flare lowering her defenses and even trusting him. With a promise that he'd explain more about his reasons for being there, she reluctantly agrees to take him to the castle to see the princesses.

Chapter 3: Revelations

After previously casting a simple spell to gauge Star Flare's magical talent, Star Swirl concludes to himself that she wouldn't have the ability to use the timejump spell. This only makes him more concerned as to her reasons for being here.

As the two work their way through the frigid city, Star Swirl learns more and more about his companion and worries about her place here with the war of the sisters looming. Because of this, he attempts to give her a magical locket but is shocked to find she already has an identical one.

This last piece of evidence combined with knowledge of her cutie mark confirms to him that Star Flare is actually Celestia's daughter, Princess Elysia, a pony that shouldn't be born for nearly two thousand years but is somehow stranded here in this timeline just like him. Star Flare begs him for any information he might know, and he opens up, but knows the information could also be catastrophic and casts a spell to seal away her memories.

Chapter 4: Dark Tidings

Hours earlier, Luna dream gazes and unknowingly enters the mind of the unconscious Star Swirl and sees a desolate future. Before she can piece together what she's seeing, she's confronted by the welling darkness within, a manifestation of the evil that has worked tirelessly to take control of her heart. Terrified, she awakens wrapped in her blankets gasping for air.

After bathing, she decides she can no longer pretend these things aren't happening to her, but rather than act upon the impulse to be defiant with her sister, she heads to the grand hall hoping to find a way to rekindle a friendship between them.

Though Luna had every intention of being on her best behavior, she's given a less than formal greeting by a visiting gryphon named Gwyneth and her mood immediately sours. After being told that the gryphons would no longer protect the northern passage, and furthermore, that for a short time they would do so but only in the day, she can barely contain her anger as Celestia deflects the issue.

Before Luna can make any more of the matter, and just as Zaira and the Gwyneth were leaving, a royal guard enters the great hall and nervously announces a visitor - Star Swirl the Bearded.

Chapter 5: Wayward Harbinger

With the solstice festival about to happen and with the large crowds already within Canterlot, Scarlet Blossom frets over her decision to allow a guard to announce a visitor for the princesses, all the while Star Flare does her best to make her not worry over the matter so much.

Meanwhile in the great hall, still in shock at the announcement of Star Swirl's arrival, the princesses argue over whether the announced visitor could truly be the archmage they know. Though Luna is certain it couldn't be him, she tells the royal guard to dismiss whoever it may be as a prankster, but after hearing a few more details Celestia at the last moment intervenes and instead asks the guard to welcome the visitor and to treat him with care.

Word is given to Scarlet Blossom and Star Swirl is welcomed in, but the spell put on Star Flare begins to take effect and her memories of the time spent with the archmage begin to fade away. Suddenly remembering she was supposed to spend time with Skystrider tonight and was already quite late, she bolts into the air and takes flight.

Star Swirl is escorted to the grand hall by Scarlet Blossom and as they continue through the castle, he struggles with the idea of actually being a part of pushing Luna's conflict with Celestia.

Chapter 6: Afflicted

After a surprised welcome from the princesses, Star Swirl, struggling with the pain of his wound and dealing his best with the guilt of being a catalyst for their coming conflict, stands before both Celestia and Luna and tells them he knows of a looming threat to Equestria.

Before he can say much, Celestia reminds him she knows about his ability to move through time and that he had long ago made her a promise to never tell her of the future. He clarifies that what he speaks of is something she is already aware of, so it should have no effect on the course of time. He follows it with a declaration that he is a guardian of Equestria, and he will do everything in his power to stop the cause of these problems - all the while focusing his attention on Luna.

While Celestia does her best to lighten the clearly growing tension between Star Swirl and her sister, she finally decides the best method would be to separate them for now and asks Star Swirl to join her outside while she lowers the sun. Luna intervenes, however, and asks Star Swirl to stay with her to talk a bit longer. Celestia, while apprehensive, agrees but before she leaves Star Swirl tells her he'll join her outside in the royal gardens soon.

After Celestia leaves the grand hall, Luna magically bolts the doors and seals the room in magic. Fearfully, she confronts Star Swirl to find out just how much the archmage knows and he doesn't hold back. Without saying so directly, he makes it clear he knows she's fully responsible for many of the horrible events across Equestria. Before she can ask more though, her magic on the great hall is dispelled and Celestia's assistant and head of the magic order, Zaira, opens the doors and enters.

Shocked at the abrupt intrusion, Luna demands an explanation. After a small apology, Zaira follows it with a request to escort Star Swirl outside, telling them that Celestia has requested his presence. Before Luna can say anything about the matter, Star Swirl agrees.

Chapter 7: Broken Promise

Luna, unable to cope with the confrontation by Star Swirl, struggles to make it back to her chambers. On her way, she nearly runs into Scarlet Blossom, whom, with a spell that controls others by their deepest desires, uses the pony as a personal guard to give her time.

Star Swirl, while being escorted by Zaira to the frozen royal gardens, is told his plan works by the zebra. She feeds him bits of information to make him believe that what he's done will in fact cause the sisters to have their conflict, just as he was hoping. Before he goes outside to meet with Celestia, Zaira asks the old mage to promise to never return to this time. Surprised at her knowledge of his endeavors, he reluctantly agrees but is now even more curious about his unusual escort.

Once in the gardens, Princess Celestia meets with Star Swirl and they reflect on times gone by. Star Swirl debates with himself over what would happen if he simply confided the entirety of what's about to happen but his thoughts are interrupted as he's hit in the head by a snowball.

Celestia doesn't hide her feelings and as she moves close, she uses her magic to dispel his illusion of old age. Star Swirl's beard reverts to a goatee and his gray mane and tail shift to blue and black. Being so near her, he doesn't realize that she's inadvertently dispelled the illusion hiding the wound on his side as well.

Curious about his tattered robes, Celestia touches them at an unusual split in the material along his side. Feeling like a spear had just been stabbed into his ribs, Star Swirl has to use his magic to prevent himself from collapsing in pain. The sudden motion and burst of magic causes his robes to shift, fully exposing his side. Unable to hide it, the princess sees where his corrupted staff had carved deeply into him, its edged tip leaving a gaping wound from his shoulder clear through the cutie mark on his hip.

Seeing her fear and knowing it was nothing Celestia should've ever seen, he apologizes for breaking his promise and explains that she now knows a bit of the future. Concerned for her now more than ever, and feeling his own future is very uncertain, he decides to give her his personal journal of magic and tells her to one day give it to her student.

Before she can talk him out of it, Star Swirl summons his power to leave, intentionally making a big display of his magic. After returning his illusion of old age, in a spiral of blue light the archmage vanishes, leaving only a silver locket laying upon the snow.

Chapter 8: Herald of the Ages

Luna returns to her chambers and, completely overwhelmed by her own fears and sadness, cries as she tries to sort out the mess caused by Star Swirl's arrival. A fleeting spark of hope wells inside her as she feels the magic of her sister lowering the sun, but she realizes it's unlikely Star Swirl has spoken with her yet.

Unsure of what to do, she views her reflection in the mirror. Seeing her bloodshot eyes and matted cheeks from tears, she admits to herself she's the cause but her anger takes control and she magically shatters the mirror upon the floor. Slowly the princess of the night treads over the shards of glass and crawls into bed. Before falling to sleep, she takes off her tiara and sets it on the pillow beside her.

Having quickly changed out of her enchanted royal guard armor into just a simple coat, Star Flare arrives nearly frozen at Skystrider's home, but just before she gets to its entrance she's surprised by an explosion of fireworks overhead. She watches the display briefly but as the lights fade away she notices a different streak of light in the sky. Nearby, she hears an elderly pony say it's a comet. Star Flare asks about it and the elderly pony explains it's one that only comes around once every hundred years and that it always portends something horrible. Unsure of what to make of it, before she can ask anything more the elderly pony abruptly closes the door.

Before she can think much of it, behind her she hears Fidget call out her name. She sees the little pony has made a path in the snow for her and together they head into Skystrider's home.

Chapter 9: Memories

In a flash of green energy, Zaira appears before the outer walls of the magic order. After taking a moment to look above at the streak of the bright blue comet in the night sky, atop her head an invisible horn flashes with green magic and the gates to the magic order open and she slips inside.

Before making it to the main building, she notices a bird had made it through the wards shielding the magic order from the frigid elements. She wonders for a moment if it was someone's familiar, but before she can use magic to check for herself it quickly flies through the wards and leaves.

Zaira moves within the magic order and seals herself within her study. Using powerful magic and through a strange glowing gemstone, she connects herself to a dark unicorn from the future and tells him everything went as planned. She makes it clear that she was the one actually responsible for destroying the tools for Star Swirl's ability to see the threads of time and even mocks the mage, calling him weak and naive.

Before she can continue, the dark unicorn frightens her and she responds that a shielding for this time period has been put into place. Before she can continue though, Star Swirl appears and with magic knocks the zebra clear across the floor on her back.

Zaira, in complete disbelief at Star Swirl being there is shocked further when he makes it clear he knows she's a changeling. Ready for a fight, she transforms but before she can even attempt an attack the archmage sends her colliding against the wall, keeping her pinned there with energy.

Star Swirl, reluctant to cause her further harm, asks Zaira to tell him exactly what she's planned. The changeling, barely able to breathe, states that she simply wants the princess to carry out her destiny.

Meanwhile, in another part of Canterlot, Star Flare, Fidget and Skystider hang out and talk about the strange things that happened over the course of the day. A baby phoenix Fidget had found, which he believed to be injured, flies around playfully and stays near the little pony.

Fidget brings up the things that happened earlier and how he was a bit upset he couldn't go with Star Flare when she went over to the library, but Star Flare's memory of that time is hazy and she can't remember meeting with him. She's reminded about an older pony that had been at the library and it sparks something within her, and as she closes her eyes she doesn't realize a tear cascades down her cheek.

When she's asked what's the matter, and though she feels awful for having to do so, she lies and tells them the story Skystrider's neighbor told must've upset her.

Chapter 10: Precipice

The pain of his wound begins to be a bit too much and Star Swirl feels his powers beginning to diminish. Unable to clearly understand why a changeling would want to bring about something so horrible as starfall, Star Swirl opens up about what the day would bring but he's shocked at the response. Zaira tells him her kind isn't limited to feeding on positive emotion, rather it's the intensity of the emotion itself - and the fear and horror caused by starfall will allow the changelings to feed endlessly.

Knowing it was an eventuality, his spell keeping Zaira under control weakens enough for her to break free. The changeling stands defiantly, clearly ready for a fight, but she toys with Star Swirl, as if under the impression he was easy prey.

Clearly confident in her abilities, Zaira unleashes flames across the walls, unveiling a hidden prison she had kept behind one of the large tapestries. Mixed with smoke, a terrible stench wafts from the cell and Star Swirl looks within in horror, spotting multiple ponies he knows. The changeling had clearly been feeding off of them for a long time, but had done little to keep them in good health.

After a threat that the archmage would soon join them, Star Swirl vows he'll do everything he can to bring an end to this nightmare.