15th May, 71 BNM
Early Evening/Sunset
40 miles east of Las Pegasus, mountain ranges

Flapping his wings hard, the Dragon furiously tried to get away, as he glanced back his large head to the red light growing behind him.
A red beam arced through the skies, slicing into his tail and wings and sending him spiraling down to the earth, landing in a mighty crash and shower of dirt and rubble as he landed in a small streaked crater. Flowers and scrub land grasses flew as he came to a halt, his wing bent at an unnatural angle, struggling to get up.
Behind him, a crash sounded as his marauder landed on his feet, stomping towards him.
The 70 foot dragon cowered, as he pleaded:
"No, wait, you got my friend, let me go! I don't wanna die!"
A red glow intensified as the ape-like creature advanced, his eyes like burning embers as the air seemed to simmer in the heat they gave off. Backing up, the dragon cowered as the stone clawed, bald grey skinned fist gripped his broken wing enough to make him scream.
The other fist slowly shot out, grabbing the dragon by the chest scales and pulling him down. Getting right in the dragon's face, Odi-Viscer glared at him, the red in his eyes fading as he slowly pressed his now free first away from the dragon's wing, and slowly brought it to hover before the dragon's lower torso as he gripped it with his other hand.
Staring quietly, the dragon cowered before this creature shorter than he was, itself only 20 feet tall when stood up. But as the red glow slowly returned, Odi-Viscer's teeth baring as he snarled, the dragon whimpered briefly.
The fist thrust forwards, into the dragon's chest, glowing a fierce red as they burst through the scales as if they were parchment. A howl of agony filled the air as Odi-Viscer began to eviscerate the dragon, echoes carrying over the air as he did so of death screams and mutilation.

Hours later

He never kept track of how long it took him to calm down from his enlarged state, but the Earth Pony didn't really care enough to even begin trying as it was. He liked the rush, the thrill, the satisfaction. But it was never enough, it would never be enough, not with Siral destined to always live on if even one of the seven lived.
And Odi Viscer felt owed too much justification for payback in life to give up his own just to spite Siral, if what spell he said held true.
Nursing a headache, Odi-Viscer regarded the fallen dragon nearby with disdain. The bald grey earth pony was dwarfed by the dragon, though such difference was far less pronounced if he was in his true form.
Slowly walking, the Earth Pony youth left the dragon, one of two he killed, behind, the path ahead beckoning north, where he saw mountains that might earn him solitude for a longer while.

3 days later
18th May, 71 BNM
Early Morning
Frozen North
Draconian Wastes

The Dragoness winced as her mate was flung onto the cave floor in a flourish of yellow magic, magic powerful enough to affect dragons much more then most magic they ever heard of or encountered.
Inside the cavern, Golmov grunted back as his two clawed hands set to work prising more of the gems from the walls of the cavern:
"I told you to stay down, you need not cause yourself harm in a fight you cannot win. I'll just take my gems and be on my way."
"I worked hard to find those gems, they are MINE!"
"What did I just say about challenging me? Female, could you please knock some sense into your lead headed mate you somehow let sire eggs with you? Before I have to really put him down..."
As Golmov set to work on prising a particularly large emerald from the wall, the dragoness stepped forwards cautiously, urging her larger mate to hold back as she growled at Golmov, who turned towards her slightly, his larger height easily greater than any of theirs.
"I don't know how you can use magic, but you must get out now! I refuse to let you take our home?"
"I have no interest in your home, it is not a place I seek to live in. If it was, it would be mine already, and you'd not be here to irk me so. I just want whatever valuables you have, only the highest quality gems."
"Take what you want, I don't want you near here or my eggs for a moment longer then necessary!" The Dragoness screeched to Golmov, as she looked anxiously towards the nest further back in the cavern. Following her gaze, Golmov saw the nest as well, before the black and gold dragon merely replied:
"Don't be so rude... I may not be so generous in my behaviour as I am now."
As she stared at him, she noticed the emerald Golmov had taken from the wall, to which she began to earnestly plead with him:
"Wait, not that gem. It was given to me by my mother, you mustn't take-."
"But I like it, and I want it. So I will take it as mine."
"No, you have no right!" The Dragoness protested, while her mate stormed forwards, the larger male growling as he came to just a head under Golmov's impressive height.
Unimpressed, irritated even, Golmov's yellow magic glowed yet again, as he began to change. The clawed hand that held the precious large emerald became an extra wing with clawed fingers, as did the other, and his body became longer, lined with centipede like legs and thicker armour plates, his head becoming lined with mandibles and more horns.
Horrified, the dragons backed up from this longer, more dangerous looking monstrosity, itself over 200 feet long, larger than most dragons bar the oldest ever got. Looming over them, as he flexed his four wings, Golmov began to slowly shuffle past the two dragons, rumbling as he exited the cave:
"My power is my right. Now, I think I've taken what treasure I wish from this rathole you call a cave. Thank you for your generosity."
Spreading his four wings, the monstrous creature took flight, as the dragoness huffed slightly while going further into the cave, nuzzling her eggs in a bid to calm herself down. Behind her, the male dragon glanced at how half of the treasure in his hoard, small and sparse by the location's difficulty, was gone, and so effortlessly.
"He took all the good gems..."
"I don't care, as long as he's gone." The Dragoness replied, coldly spitting the rebuke as she curled around her eggs. The male Dragon could only swallow his damaged pride, knowing the only consolation he had was that he was robbed by no ordinary dragon.

1 day later
19th May, 71 BNM
Mid Afternoon
Cloudy marshlands [later to become Cloudsdale marshes]

Standing among the wreckage, Golmov saw the scorchmarks his magic and dragonfire left across the marsh and plant covered grounds.
A scorched black Alicorn and a few Unicorns, the former clearly a high ranking commander. But it was what he had been doing.
The Alicorn's horn still glowed a faint white, and staring skywards, Golmov saw the moon poking over the horizon."
"The moon shouldn't be there yet..."
Golmov saw the Alicorn horn's glow fade, while he gently pawed at the body for any sign of activity with a free wing claw.
The monstrous being of Greed knew Teal would wish to hear of this, once Studlington town, if he recalled, went well.

1 day later
20th May, 71 BNM
Early Afternoon
Western Equestria, Royalist territory
Studlington town, market square

Teal Quirt found another target, this one with multiple ones to be had.
She gazed across the markets, the run down state perfect for her needs. Ponies scraping by, making a living, while further beyond, the clearly more lavish manor estate of the Alicorn family, and those visiting them tonight, loomed over it all.
Her green magic set to work, as she murmured to herself:
"Tonight is as good a time as any. It will not take much to stoke what already festers in the poorer pony's minds."
A green haze began to slightly sprinkle over the markets, and as she glanced at the market square, she saw a few ponies, Earth, pegasus and Unicorn, begin to cast their wary eyes down at their less then savoury looking food they were dealing, and then cast their envious eyes towards the manor.

4 hours later
Nightfall, Studlington Manor

With the riot, complete with all breeds of pony and armed with weapons, advancing on the manor, the guards rushed forwards to quell them. But a blast of green magic from the Unicorn at the front hurled them backwards, knocking them out as they collided with the gate pillars.
Her green magic set to work as the crowd held back, the green haze she'd cast still hanging over all stallions and mares involved. The wrought iron fence glowed, as did the gate, before metal loudly groaned in the evening air right as it was bent and snapped, falling down to clear the path. With her hoof pointing forwards, Teal Quirt spoke in the magical tongue to emphasise her orders to her thrall.
"In carcerem omnes Alicorns."
Around her, the riotous mob of ponies surged past, her toxic green magic hovering over them all like a fine mist, while the guards inside the manor raced to stop the incoming riot. But the hail of novice level magic and farming tools overwhelmed them, as the throngs of ponies surged into the manor ground.
Even as dozens of their own were stunned or killed, the riot pushed in, wooden doors crashing down as they stormed the manor. She stood back, using her immense magic to cast a large green haze over the manor itself.

Studlington Manor, dining room.

Inside, the dinner meeting of the Royalist aligned Alicorn families went well, as 8 Alicorns gathered to discuss matters of the war effort, of developments in the east.
But as the sounds of rioting echoed from downstairs, guards rushed in, exclaiming for them to leave.
As many Alicorns began to charge their horns to leave, a green haze overcame them, burning them as they tried to flee.
The doors then burst open, as the first of the hordes of peasant ponies charged in.

Minutes later

Stepping over the body of one guard, the light green Unicorn mare ignored the peasant ponies ripping and chipping away the gold leafing on a nearby mosaic wall carving. She pressed on upstairs, her hoofsteps confident and precise, while a few ponies carried out priceless works of art, pillows, and all manner of looted items from the manor.

The dining room doors opened, and the sight of the dinner table stretching before them, Alicorns held at spell and spear and pitchfork point and wary as they sat all too satisfying for her.
Striding to the head of the table, the doors creaking shut behind her, she kept her green magic up, the glow encompassing all of the peasants holding the Alicorns at magical or sharp weapon point:
"You all have eaten well, dining off the labours of those beneath you in power, wealth, and in your mind, rights, for too long. Now look at you all, cowering beneath the retribution that was too long overdue."
At the head of the table, one of the Alicorns, also a decorated General, bore his gaze into her own, the Alicorn not intimidated by the peasants, nor this Unicorn mare with a cracked horn that seemed to have them in her strange green magic thrall.
"You will not get away with this, no Alicorn will bow to savagery."
Unimpressed, Teal Quirt scowled as she backed up, taking a breath as she nearly spat to him, losing her composure for a brief moment.
"Bowing is far from what I want from your kind, I already know I am better."
Her horn lit up, but in a green aura, her true scorpion/centaur like form glowed green like a spectral form behind her. Flexing its claws and arms, it formed into a long single, thin line of green magic.
Green energy shot up the table at neck height, as the peasants stood back and away from the attack. The General was the last, as the hisses of severed heads and cut off screams proceeded his own neck being sliced.
Turning from the table, as the smell of burnt flesh from 8 dead Alicorns filled the air, she ordered the peasant ponies as they began to file out:
"The family here had their children upstairs, 2 Alicorn children. Bring them down."

The burning pyre in the main courtyard blazed in the night, as looters smashed the manor house's windows and robbed it of its riches left, right and centre.
Walking away from the burning pyre, Teal Quirt gave a smirk of success as she looked skywards.
Up there, in the stars, the twinkling lights, distant supernovae, glowed slightly in the night. 8 supernovae twinkled out as they faded, but two smaller supernovae shimmered beneath them in the night sky.
Looking down, the horns hovering before her eyes in her green magic grip, Teal Quirt stared in a small grinning manner at the two hovering Alicorn horns she'd taken from the two most recent tonight.
As she laid the two horns out on the ground, the obviously larger 8 Alicorn horns she'd claimed tonight revealed the barbarity of her actions tonight, aided by her thrall of disenchanted peasants in this resource deprived Royalist town.
A green magic drilled into them, as their leftover magic shimmered faintly, as she magically pulled a piece of string through the 8 Alicorn horns and 2 juevenile Alicorn horns.
Soon, she hovered the necklace around her neck, magic hiding it from view as she gazed on at the very sparse funeral pyre.
"No marked grave, as they deserve." Teal rumbled to herself, as the chaos she'd unleashed here tonight festered in the looting and pillaging.

It was soon afterwards, as she was slowly walking through the moonlit gardens, away from the looting of the manor house, that a yellow light shimmered before her.
Appearing before her on the cracked stone path beside the flowerbed, a ghostly yellow copy of Golmov appeared, a sort of phantom messenger from him by his magic. His centipede like form with 4 wings and arm claws on two of them stood before her, though she kept her Unicorn origin/disguise intact.
"I made good progress. 10 in one night. The stars given out by their deaths let you see I presume?"
"As they always do. I have my own kills to my name."
"Yes, but only 1 so far, both on battlefields. For a dragon with a grudge against Alicorns and a dislike of ponies, you seem to be steering from them more then I would expect." Teal Quirt paced past Golmov's messenger spectre, as he turned to her, remarking darkly:
"We discussed this. I have some particular ones in mind before others. But the one I did kill, he was using that sun and moon based spell, I sensed it."
"Their power is growing, and no Nationalists have perfected the spied uses of it yet. Good work on removing one learning how. Too bad Iena and Satio couldn't be helped..." Teal Quirt paused her pacing, unnerved by news of more users of the spell unleashed at Tartarus as a new superweapon.
"They fled, they made their choice to not stand with us. Besides, it is not enough, for either of us. Besides, I only want a select few Alicorns of highest authority at my mercy, briefly."
"You are like Odi-Viscer in that respect, except his intended turned out to be Siral disguised years back. Speaking of which, I assume you haven't seen head or tail of him with you being up north?" Teal Quirt asked bluntly, as she took a few pebbles in her green magic and began skipping them across a nearby pond. Continuing, as a sound of a crowd of looters roaring from inside the manor echoed into the gardens, Golmov's yellow specter messenger began with some gleeful news:
"No. But I have heard tales of some dragon clan further south while I was 'raiding', near Las Pegasus to the south, that attacked a pony on the road. An earth pony that killed 4 of them with his bear hooves on separate occasions, after turning into a monster of unknown type. Most recent was 5 days ago."
"I almost pity them. More to the point what is Odi-Viscer doing that far south? Las Pegasus? What does he hope to find there?" Teal stopped briefly in genuine thought. At this, Golmov shrugged many of his centipede like legs, remarking off handedly:
"Solitude I'd wager. Not that you intend to let him?"
"Not if he can be useful. We need a way to draw out as many Alicorns into the fray as possible. What we have already planned won't deal with them all, but it will create opportunities if it works." She gave a small smile as she thought of their intended plan, what they both knew of it.
And what she alone knew of it.
"Yes, they'll squabble for the power vacuum. So long as I get what I want." Golmov's remark was simple, as he folded the two upper wings with the gripping claws together in stubborn thought. Arching an eyebrow, the disguised
"Taking many dragon hordes by force hasn't sated your greed Golmov?"
"I want what belongs to me."
Golmov's sudden darker tone wasn't surprising to Teal Quirt. This was an especially sore topic of his history for him, and she needn't press further for now, nor bring it up. She was certain he'd do so with their big target upcoming.
"And you will get it, but remember to be ready. I have one more city to stop in before we can do it. We need her to go where we need her after all." Teal Quirt began, as she chucked another stone across the pond, this one skipping three times. Behind her, Golmov grumpily remarked:
"Do not stall, I want them for myself sooner rather then later."
"I have no intention on delaying that which I would happily see be done. Remember, be ready when I contact you."
With a nod of his head, Golmov's spectral messenger form vanished in a flash of yellow, leaving Teal Quirt there alone in the garden, as she hurled the last pebble, this one not bouncing as it splashed into the water with a loud plop.
Taking a turn on her hoof, she vanished in a flash of green, her horn casting a green glow over the air as she vanished.

As the peasant ponies finished looting the manor house, they slowly stopped carrying their crates and piles of treasure and luxuries. Staring around at each other in horror, one pony mare quietly asked as a look of horror overcame her:
"What, what did we do?"
"I wanted it deep down, but, I'd never..." Another whisper carried in the courtyard.
Eyes were turned towards the burning pyre, as a few horseshoes fell from the lower ashes of them. Horseshoes adorned with the seal of the Alicorn family and other visitors, as well as that of the two children Alicorns living there.
Regret mixed into all who saw the remains of the 8 adult and 2 juvenile Alicorns that had been slaughtered and burnt, their home looted by them, who were 'nudged' by a malevolent soul bent on exacting revenge on those she felt surpassed her or were too alike those who cast her aside.

Same day, nightfall
North midland Equestria

A serpentine bodied creature with mismatched limbs sat before the fire he'd created, the flames a magical purple as they gave heat and light with no smoke.
Warming himself, the Draconeraqus coiled himself up, resting contently in the cave.
"I don't know why I'd ever want to leave..." Musing quietly to himself, the Draconeraqus laid back on the ground, before he looked up towards the cave's mouth. With a wave of his finger, a boulder rolled across on its own, blocking the entrance from any intruders.
Still, as he laid down to sleep, he tried to use his magic again in a new way.
On the wall, as the purple flames danced over them, a few cave drawings scratched from chalk began to come to life, moving of their own accord. Ponies running about in lazy circles, nothing more.
Eyes drooping, Discord lay to sleep, unaware of the doings of his brethren.
But as he fell asleep, he couldn't help but look at a particular cave drawing he'd animated. A light blue, very lanky pony of some sort, with wings and a horn, and a ghostly, wisp-like mane and tail. Like an Alicorn and a Windigo.
He didn't know why he drew that, she just seemed too real not to draw.

21st May, 71 BNM
Mid Morning
Nokotaford, Royal Palace
Queen's study

"21 Alicorns dead, 11 of them Royalist. Explain to me why this is happening despite your commitments to stop these demons?"
Queen Aurora's dour, perhaps even toxic tone bit deep into Starswirl's soul, but he held fast. He leant forwards over Aurora's desk, a hoof waving in emphasis as he began:
"If I might remind you your majesty, two of the creatures are dead already, and frankly we cannot figure out what they are doing until they make their next move."
"So we just wait?" Aurora asked incredulously, the black dressed Alicorn Queen indignant at the suggestion Starswirl was making. Backing away, Starswirl began to pace, remarking bluntly:
"They are the drivers of these events, we can't determine their actions until we know more, and until we know more we can only react. Ever since Siral's fall their quests have become murky, I no longer know what any of them desire."
At this, Aurora scoffed, openly standing up and straining not to yell too loudly:
"They desire violence and death, to Alicorns especially. One attack on our territory killed 10 Alicorns. 10! They are turning our populace against us, and with the war still ongoing, we cannot let these creatures go about unchecked! I consider it fortunate that the Baltimare chaos has turned the Nationalists into infighting by the power vacuum left by the Trumanes' deaths."
Whirling to face Aurora, Starswirl's tone became more irritated if anything, tired of being doubted, both by himself, and by those he swore loyalty to.
"You think I'm not trying your highness?! I've spent decades preparing for these threats, prophecy be damned if it is or isn't entirely true. I know enough about them, they will keep pushing. One of your Alicorns killed was trailing the solar and lunar spells in the northern marshes, and was killed! That alone says they can be harmed, because they fear it!"
Aurora was quiet as Starswirl turned to look right at her, his brows furrowed in a stern look that made him seem older than he actually was, more bitter and world weary:
"And I already have spell work of my own that can bring them under control. But I urge you to wait. I have gone above and beyond my ethics in serving my cause, your cause, delved into magic I otherwise would not."
"So forgive the curtness your highness, but do not lecture me about a lack of commitment. The deaths of those two has only strengthened my resolve..."
As he finished, Starswirl stared at Queen Aurora, who merely looked down in thought. At the doors of the office, the two guards nervously exchanged glances.
"Your words, discourteous as they are, have truth to them. Go, I'll discuss this with you when news is not so recent and alarming. We'll let cooler heads prevail when we next meet."
"Wise as always, your highness.." Starswirl replied, giving a respectful bow. Soon afterwards, he was heading out of the office door, while Queen Aurora put a hoof to her forehead in aggravation.
Shuffling his way past, as a few messengers and advisors waited patiently for the dark mooded Wizard to pass by, Starswirl knew he had to keep up his work.
Meadowbrook may have disapproved of his methods on ethical grounds, but she hadn't seen as much as he had, what could be about to be unleashed.

Mumbling to himself as he walked down the corridors to his private offices, Starswirl mumbled:
"All Five are dangerous, they're all dangerous, all of them. They....wait."
Starswirl paused on the stairwell, as he recalled somepony he had dreamt of, who visited him, warned him.
"Ave-dol... Another chance for the prophecy to be wrong..."
The Wizard continued down, with renewed ideas about the problems facing the immediate future.

Meanwhile
Mid Morning
Mid-northern Equestria
Mountain range

Gazing helplessly about the mountain ridges stretching before her, Ave-Dol hung her head slightly, her light blue magic sending out faint shockwaves, searching for him.
"Gaudium... Anypony? I must find them... Iena, Satio, I'm so sorry..."
The light blue glowing Alicorn/windigo hybrid stood on the mountain ridge, unknowingly over a hundred miles from Gaudium, or Discord as he called himself now in his quiet existance. As for the others, she mourned the loss of Iena and Satio, hoping they had peace now.
The rest however, she knew them too well. Gaudium was safe, but Odi-Viscer she fear for, and Golmov and Teal Quirt, she feared what they planned to do. And she felt helpless against it all.

Author's Notes:

A transitional chapter, as we get into one of the pivotal moments in the story, where a great many changing events occur as rapid consequences of each other, and plots come to light.
Each of the 4/5 remaining beings of Sin is up to their own thing, though clearly Teal Quirt and Golmov have something in the way of a plan in the works, about to be unleashed. That on top of Golmov's systematic theft of dragon hoards and dealing with a practicer of the moon manipulating magic. And on top of Teal Quirt's systematic executions of Alicorns across Equestria, especially at organised events. As for Odi and Ave-Dol, one is merely a walking angry traveller, the other is trying to find Gaudium, and perhaps later any of the others.
Though in Ave-Dol's case, somepony else has thoughts of seeking her out.
But I can say this much, in the upcoming arc, Queen Aurora will get much more storytime, as well as a known setting that has been saved for this upcoming arc.