…Perhaps that was her defining character. Perhaps then she would see the truth and follow the correct path. Even with their war machines and plans of battle, even with the disregard for the Champions of Harmony who found her and brought her to them, even with so much more that pestered the Second Sister. Even with all of this… there was still the hope Twilight presented. And a hope that could lead them true… or not.
Who was she to question fate? She was but a herald of it, and, as it so happened to be… they all were.
The winds led her true, that much she could confirm. That much she could rest in, knowing her duties here were accomplished. Sighing and gazing to the moonlight, the Second Sister could only stare to the crescent moon and wonder if there was more she could say, more she could tell. The Elements, the Champions, the rulers of these lands were given everything they needed to succeed, but the unwavering feeling of doubt and fear tried to attack her.
More attacks from the enemy. More weaknesses she nearly allowed herself to be open to. Immediately closing her eyes, she shut off any attempt for fear to strangle her with a word of her own. With a sound of her own. A call that came from her heart and flowed from her lips like a soft, alluring melody. A single note that flowed and filled the air above the darkness in Canterlot with her voice.
With her presence. With her protection.
She sung the lullaby in her native tongue, and prayed it reached the one she sought after.
“… Of forgotten kindness… and ruined spirits… we pray for the people’s spirits… as we sing… this song of love.”
The last note stung her eyes, and she opened them to feel the fireflies dancing in the starlight. Their turquoise glow filled her with a warmth unlike any other. A warmth she knew personally, and it made her smile a true smile. Giving her peace. Giving her rest. Giving her the assurance she needed.
Fate would play forth as intended. The balance of harmony would tip one way or another; there was no stopping that. She would be there, resting first on this night, and then continuing her journey by hoof. Stopping for no other creature, for she had no reason to do so any longer. The song of the great moth returned and called to her. Called her to them.
And she was not afraid for what would come next. “I am coming soon, sister.”