Long ago, when Equestria was still young, there was a war between the tribes on who should lead. You see, the founders had died from sickness after founding the new nation. The cold in their hearts may have thawed, but the cold on their bodies left a lasting effect…..

In the war, a lone stallion sought out peace between the tribes. He wished to end this war so that he and his fiance might live together in peace and harmony, just as the founders had wished it, just as his mother had seen it. He had seen what war had done to the tribes before, and did not wish to see a repeat of their somewhat recent history.

The tribes downright refused to meet together, as it was commonly known at that point. But how could he reunite Equestria under a single flag, if they would not come to even say hello?

Even if the situation seemed grim, he persisted without falter. Under the advice from his wife, and the courage in his heart, he went forth to meet the tribe leaders separately.

First were the unicorns. They believed that the other tribes were in every way inferior to them. They believed that magic could solve any problem, for to them, it was magic that had thawed the power of the windigoes. His visit was denied. The guards treated him with nothing but malice and hatred, and utter racism simply because he didn’t have a magical protrusion spouting from his forehead, like his mother. They told him that they would not be seeing the bastard son of Princess Platinum at this or any other time, to come back when he was a unicorn.

As he was begrudgingly leaving, a hooded unicorn approached him. The unicorn knocked him over, but left a note. The note read, Meet me in the forest made of birch, the forest now known as Whitetail Woods.

Who was this unicorn? Why were they asking to meet him? Why did they feel the need to knock me out? All these questions and more swam through his head at once, but one thing was for certain: he was going to meet this pony and get some answers.

It didn’t take him long to make his way to the mysterious forest. It had an unnerving feel to it, due to it being the dead-middle of night, but that didn’t halt his determination. He stood in silence in the middle of it, and uttered with confidence and not a shred of falter, “Alright, I’ve arrived at your request. What is it you want from me?!” he shouted into the seemingly empty forest.

There was no response for several minutes. Before long, though, the stallion heard his response. “Why must you shout, young one?”

“Who are you?” called out the stallion. “Why must you hide when you sound as though we’re friends?”

“Because we are friends,” said the voice, revealing itself to be the hooded unicorn from earlier.

“I ask you again,” said the stallion with a fierce glare, “Who are you?”

The unicorn removed its hood, revealing a mare with silver hair beneath it. “I would have thought that you would have recognized me. After all, I was a friend of your mother,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Clover the Clever?” said the stallion. “Is that actually you in your old age?”

“I’d watch your tongue, young Solaris,” she said. “I came here to help you, but if you keep talking like that, I might just leave.”

“I’m sorry,” Solaris said. “Please, I need as much help as I can get.”

“Well then, let’s get started,” Clover said.

It was then, that tales tell of a deal that Solaris struck with Clover the Clever. She would help him, but only if he did as she said. The young stallion agreed, and began his journey anew.

She instructed him that she would use her magics to transform him, but he had to do it in order.

First, he had to convince the Earth Pony tribe. It was easy enough, being close to the leader helped a lot.

Next, came the ponies of the sky, the pegasi tribe. To even get to them, Clover had to transform him into a pegasus. And so she did. The leader of the pegasi took more to convince than the Earth Pony leader, but it was still a simple enough task.

Finally, the unicorns were to be convinced. Clover knew of his predicament, and told him that she could transform him. Sadly, she wasn’t able to remove the wings in the process, and thus he became an artificial alicorn. She told him to wear a cloak when he met with the leader, so as not to draw attention. The meeting went just the same as the one with the pegasi.

At the meeting, none but Solaris spoke. It took three days for him to convince them to come, it took three months to convince them to rediscover the founders ideas and lead together.

In the end, it was a success, but during the final day of discussion, his cloak fell off. He was revealed to the world as an alicorn. The leaders went into an uproar. The tales of old told of the alicorns as bringers of peace, but they suspected something else. When questioned, he told them what he did to convince them to come. They threatened to banish him for his outright heresy, but then Clover the clever came in. She told the council that she may have helped him in the first place, her spells were temporary. They had worn off two months ago.

It was then the entire room was notified by an unseen force. The tales say that the force spoke in first in an ancient language lost to pony kind. After a few minutes, it spoke in the language that the ponies understood. It told the ponies that it had chosen Solaris as his representative, and that his old form was not suitable for what he was tasked for. That task was to unite all the creatures of Equis under the flag of peace. It said to do it at any cost.

Thus began the time that is now known as the trials of peace. There were many treaties, and a few wars, but in the end, most of the ponies saw peace.

The few that didn’t, however, planned to ruin this new ‘herald’. A few bandits got together one night, and attempted to kill the pony closest to the alicorn of peace, his young daughter and wife who was with child.

That night would spell the end for Solaris, for as he saved his family, he took a slash to the arm by a poisoned knife. His last words were that he had led a good life, and that he wished he could have seen the world fully turned to peace.

A few days later, a note appeared in his house. It was the word of the being from the conference that had brought the tribes together. It told the prophecy. It told of how a leader would arrive one day and bring the world into a new era, one that would bring forth an era of peace to the entire world. It also told of a pretender that would lead them astray.

We now see Celestia as that leader, and she is close to that peace. We all wish to see her successful in these endeavors.

There was a note attached to the bottom of the page, it read in a very neatly written script:

I look forward to the day we meet again, ‘Dungeon Master’.

All Dox could think was, She knows…

Author's Notes:

That's the prophecy. I tried to make it longer, but as you all know, I'm not good at that.
Also, I'm glad Cinema Sins doesn't read my stories. That cliff hanger would be a HUGE sin......
So, yeah. This is Music Mod, signing off.