Long ago, before the 1,000-year peace, before Nightmare Moon, before King Sombra's Reign, before Discord, there were three rulers. Three princesses trying to tame the wilds of the Equestria. Celestia-the eldest and the well respected-, Luna-the midd...
The filly's soul was stuck just underneath the surface. It heard every word, every tear, and all the remorse that flowed with it.
Once two ponies left the spot where the soul was trapped, it was free. Still saddened with regret and sorrow for her sisters. The soul sunk deeper to the earth below it. Then hitting a chamber of seven gems.
The chamber was just big enough to store some extra mist. This misty soul was no other than the fallen child herself. The one who was being mourned over, was now full of her own grief and remorse.
The soul cried a few tears. Seven. Seven.
Seven tears. Seven gems. Each slips to a gem. A color emerges from each one as the mist fades with each passing tear.
The final one, and the whole cloud disappears. The tear glimmers a purple glow as if falls toward a final gem.This one bigger than the rest.
Once the tear spats onto the gem. It gleams brighter than the rest. Out shining them all. The ground around them shutters and rumbles. They fall into a newly made cavern. A white light forms and the gems glows have faded. All except the purple. It holds the very power that kept the fillies soul alive.
With great determination, the gem uses all the power that the filly had left in the tear to grow a seed around it's self and the other gems.
And it waits. And sits. Just a normal seed. All the power is gone until something digs them or it grows to something beautiful.
Yet, it has to be patient.
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