"...Ta m?re gedimm tam feogere,Ta getēot ?wēop min eortum.Ic āfand t?t ich ?edruncnodeButen ich culdra w?terdíynoOf beorca eu te bragtest,Waciende tam te me agan.Ic náwa dugan eftcyme fram mearcpaeasTu áwāde ēow eryht, ic náwa eftcyme...-

  The song, which melody came to her from beyond the edge of a dream, was calling to little Twilight, and so she kept going, disregarding the strain and pain of her body.

  -Ta efenl? an benne déor,Ic ??eal faren t?t rápincel.Belíefest, ic ne onman luflī?Tin gyte mynra,Tin t?t tū rincst seall,Ta eyra blōda dr?pana, efenl? beriga te mēos?t geat, turhf?rest hit ot f?rcyle dimnes.Tu ne ?ecn?wst, ta f?rcyle dimnes...-

  Her ears were pinned back as she warily crept through the unlit hallway, trying to make sense of it all. The Royal Pace seemed inhabited only by darkness and a beckoning ghostly voice. She understood several words of the ancient dialect. It was Old Ponish, but she never heard it sung or spoken so fluently.

  'Cold, darkness'—she recognized the st two words. Was it a warning?

  -Sóna dōgor cymj, tu orpungeSúr anstór tin Mónan.Ta ést méce ?ticat te heortePīnness ést āhefet fram góman.Tam te tu ?eset feorhbealuCargást tin tēostrast ?tíeleMihtan ic fordren?e tone w?ter,Tone oristallisone w?ter, ednīewan?-

  There was no one else but Celestia who could sing like that, and her usually caring voice, so familiar since foalhood, struck Twilight as odd.

  A dim light could be seen through the slightly opened doors of the Throne Room. Twilight put out her hornlight. A strangest mix of enticement and trepidation held her in a tight grasp.

  She stepped through the portal.

  The Princess on the far side, in pin sight.

  Still in her wedding dress she was, which, embellished with gemstones and untouched and pristine, was streaming down the throne and the short stairway beneath. Her forelegs were pced on a great golden harp, standing at her side.

  She didn't acknowledge Twilight's presence. Feeling small to the point of insignificance, she crept closer, enchanted by the sight and forgetting about danger.

  -Beflīehst trendel tas brantra beorgasesTéáh ásē?e stángeat tin re?ns?ūres fe méceas.Ne āsē?est—tu n?fre āfunde eortumT?tte gūtbeorn tin ryge letan wie?ftan."

  The former Queen's hoof touched the string of the harp for one final time, producing a solitary sorrowful sound. Unsure, Twilight took a final step, and then the goddess slowly opened her striking, impossibly beautiful eyes.

  They pierced Twilight from beneath the veil of the gown. Celestia's voice filled the room. It was a question demanding an answer:

  "Do you believe in fate?"

  Forcalor