Daring Do was in awe. She couldn’t breathe. Neither could Caballeron, the pony having abandoned all falsehoods and all doubts when his eyes locked with the shimmering orbs of the Titan’s own. Daring smirked when she turned and witnessed his expression, but didn’t stare long. She turned back to see the cocoon crumble. Her smirk transformed into a brilliant smile, the mare blinking away tears that built at the ends of her eyes.

She gasped out a cry, but it was not of fear. Not of pain. Not of any darkness. She gasped with a beaming smile when the great moth’s wings began to rise. They seemed to float upon the air, bringing with them the dust of a million ages shimmering in every hue. But under the glow of green and blue, under her turquoise that pulsed through her veins. And then, with her wings fully extended, she lifted her limbs and cried. She shrieked.

She roared.

Daring Do gasped out a second cry, a tear fleeing down her cheek and striking her smile.

Hope was not gone. It was reborn.