Once in a while happens that destiny twists itself.
In a paradox between the walls of an endless labyrinth.
Many ways there were to get in and out.
But for someone, those doors were shut.
It was a unicorn that was born inside.
An endless path of discovery and walks.
His magic was unknown, as such his name.
But he never knew that this power was godlike.
The discord in every bond was envious of his feat.
Without knowing, it was from another realm.
He searched a way to stay in the corridors of his way.
Searching everywhere for a way to gain his trust.
But instead it scared the sanity of his innocence.
And drove him to lose his path between worlds.
When they met, the unicorn ran away in fear.
It was as if lights fell into blackout.
All doors shut.
No way to know in which direction to go.
In an endless labyrinth.
Until the unicorn ran into a wall.
So hard he lost his horn.
And opened a hole through the wall.
Which then opened into a door.
To a new world.
Outside the boundaries of closed doors.
To be welcomed into a realm.
That turned friendship into transcendence.
Until one day.
Discord fell into his chambers.
And stole the broken shards of the horn.
To build a weapon.
Powerful enough to pierce through reality.
His ambition was to rebuild his old realm.
But the friends they made along the way.
Tested the broken unicorn to prove his worth.
As he had no mark, no seal, no magic, and no god.
He was never to trust.
But they were the only memories the unicorn had in his eternal life.
And a vortex opened to show the beginnings and ends of all the possible worlds.
A possible future showed as discord taking over an entire dimension.
Another implied the risk of loosing it all.
The realm of possibilities was endless.
It reminded the unicorn of his womb.
An endless forest of lush and light.
Drinking water from a waterfall.
And he cried, as he remembered he was alone.
Until he met them.
The weapon it was devised by discord destroyed itself.
And the shards reunited to where they belong.
A horn of pure magic, the unicorn now had.
Capable of piercing the heavens.
His mark shone as a seal.
Mementos of an origin.
Reminders of the past.
The past in itself.
The weight.
Powers of sheer will.
Making everything out of nothing.
The vortex he now had on his sides.
Shining with light from his skin.
Indicated his growth as a soul.
Grateful for his present.
Now so full of friends.
Reminded discord of his mistakes.
And forgave the chaos in the world.
Forgave discord for his nature.
And offered himself as an ally.
With a change of plans.
When peace returns to rule.
Powers are meant to be used as needed.
For the destiny to consummate itself.
As someone had once said.
That power is a responsibility.
And the world.
As chaotic as it may seem.
Obeys the eternal order.
Of what is meant to be.
For a life to be free.
And a soul to grow.
Into the love of a god.
Which we all became.
When the truth is revealed.
And everything returns to one.
But that step had to wait.
In the infinite realm of possibilities.
Which could now be accessed.
By the broken unicorn.
With a horn of pure magic.
And the wings of the void.
One day he went to sleep.
So many parties did he miss.
He was lost in his dream.
His powers got the best of him.
And was unable to wake.
Until one day a tear was washed away in the rain.
And he realized it was his own.
That reality had faded.
In an eternal instant.
At first, he found himself alone.
But then he returned home.
And a party was waiting for him.
As a war had been won.
A kid had been born.
A new tree had grown.
