Starswirl heaved a breath, shaky on his legs. He collapsed, looking around him at the mages he trusted and worked with for years to do what they had failed to do not seconds before.

He couldn’t breathe. His heart felt weak.

Before his eyes, a bright light appeared. Starswirl looked up, his eyes weak, straining against the light. He looked up and saw the face he had run into so many times before, but had never shown outside of the hidden darkness of the trees. The lighter colored young foal was now almost full grown, taller than he had seen any pony before him.

The other two, the younger, darker colored filly and the guard walked up behind him. The guard looked irritated, like the white filly had directly disobeyed an order. Even though she was preoccupied, the guard still removed her cloak with her magic and draped it over Starswirl, helping him up. The younger filly did the same with the rest of Starswirl’s compatriots.

Starswirl’s eyes burst out of his head as he watched magic flourish from the white filly’s head, surrounding the brightness that was the almost risen sun and raising it till it hit it’s point in the sky.

Alone. She had done it alone. Looking on in awe, Starswirl and his companions knew they had witnessed a miracle that ponies would speak of for many generations to come.