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They had been so close. So very close. Their symphony was nearly complete, the show's final act nearly upon them. An appearance so grand and majestic, Equestria would bow to them forevermore.

So long had it taken, too. Months, no... years? They couldn't agree anymore; it had been too long by this point to recall just how long they had toiled to get where they had been. Gradually their power had grown across vast swathes of Equestria. No matter where they went, ponies adored them for the melodies they graced them with. They went far and wide, feeling like they could spread their song to all. It was in their nature to sing, to enthrall all beneath them in the beat and make them their own. It was the natural order of things, how the world should have been.

But that never came to be. Their final crescendo was never heard... All because of them.—those accursed ponies. 'Pillars' they called themselves, or maybe that name had been ascribed to them by 'fans' of theirs and had stuck. Given their flashy dress, they surely did enjoy partaking in all the glory that came with enforcing injustice whilst making it seem like they enforced law and order, protecting everyone from evil.

Yet, they weren't evil. Or, perhaps, in some distorted form they were. They were manipulative, abusive, and especially now, filled with unending hatred. But was that really 'evil'? Never had they wanted to do injustice, only to sing their perfect harmonies as nature demanded. It made them manipulate people, in the eyes of others. What made them monsters? Well, until they actually heard for themselves that is, at which point they were promptly convinced of the serenity of their vocalizations. Was that criminal? Evil?

Of course not. But that didn't matter to that hated Wizard. That stupid hat of his, extravagant and flashy as it was, not to mention his unkempt beard. He gave his stupid speech, forcing them, and the Pillars, to hear him out. They don't even remember what he told them way back then. It had been so long, and none of them cared what that demon had to say, anyway. He had cast them away before they could even muster a response.

Darkness. Silence.

It all came so... suddenly. The Pillars had told them that Banishment was their only fate, but they had never thought about actually being banished until then. The sudden blackness hit them like a kick in the gut. For those like them, darkness and silence were far worse than for any ordinary creature. No one was there to hear their beautiful voices and entrancing melodies. Nopony that could behold their glory, no one they could sing to. Nothing and nopony at all.

They were alone. For over a thousand years, all on their own, with little more than their own voices to keep them company, which... was not a positive thing, most of the time. The endless, pointless arguments and... augh, that clumsy ditz was too simple-minded to even remember the most basic of things at times.

The days went by. Days turned into weeks, then months. Slowly, year after year passed. Of course, they knew not what year it was, being all alone in the dark eclipse, but they could feel it in a way.. Their hate began to fester, year for year. Hate against Equestria, the ponies who had failed them, the world at large that was rebelling against its own natural way of things... and most of all, that deep-running rivalry with Starswirl. If only they could get a hold of that stallion now, they would not even bother bestowing upon him the gift of song. They would rather play buckball with his limp body.

And then, suddenly, a crackling noise pierced the shroud of darkness and grumbling silence they had had to call home for so long. A sliver of light, so very dim, shone into their prison now from the beyond.

Their prison... it was fading. Weakening. Decaying.

A sudden burst of energy overcame them. They dashed towards the light, as fading as it may have been. Like moths, they charged towards it... but could not escape. The opening was too slim, yet. The veil still too strong. It was too little to even glance outside. But it was more than enough for their song to pierce and be heard beyond.

Regularly, they began to chant as they had over a thousand years ago, each of them huddled up against that crack in their dungeon, hoping that somepony, anypony, would stroll by and hear their soft, perfect voices in perfect harmony.

They knew, now, that it was only a matter of time.