There was a time when the world itself sung all three verses. A time when the song reverberated throughout the lands itself, when the wind whistled the tune while blowing through the trees of the forest. A time when the mountains moaned the lyrics, the falling boulders rumbling the chorus as loud as they could.

Once, the birds sang and flew around, hunted down by the eagles and falcons. The mouse scurried away under the foliage only to be caught by the watchful owl.

That time is no more. The world has fallen into chaos without the guiding hoof of chaos incarnate. It was a mindless slaughter. Ponies, gryphons and changelings alike murdered each other left and right without rhyme and reason. They fight because the sisters of the Second Verse have gone elsewhere.

Do they not see that they still live? The Sun and the Moon are still in effect, night and day as well as the seasons are still in effect; the world is still turning and yet they dispute, claiming that they are gone or worse. They’re short sighted and blind. If Celestia and Luna were truly gone, then the world would be less, if at all.

Where they are, not one of us know. But the Children of the Third Verse know that they live and thrive somewhere. The problem is that they do not know where that is.

To stop this meaningless slaughter where nothing good comes out of it, to find the missing sisters and to let the ponies know and believe in us again is why we now descend onto the mortal plane. Or, most.

Several stars streaked across the sky, the heavens themselves throwing the burning projectiles across its black canvas with the stroke of a brush. They burn across the sky, leaving a trail of both magic and fire in their wake.

Little do the onlooking mortals know that what they witness is not the burning of meteorites or stars falling. The stars they saw were the gods of the third verse descending upon the mortal plane for whatever reason they saw fit. Some wanted to rule, some wanted to mend, others wanted to build. Each and every one of them had a goal of their own,

One such star streaked across a vast forest, the velocity of the star causing the leaves of the trees to rustle and whistle a short tune of the third verse.

As the goddess within the falling star neared the ground, the wishes that was aimed at the falling star came. She heard them all, but could neither answer nor grant any. She heard wishes of health, of wealth and victory. There were those who wished for the death of their enemies, those who wished for miracles to have their loved ones back to full health as they lay on their deathbed.

And then there were the wishes that the goddess regretted the most that she could not grant; the wishes so pure that it tore her to not be able to answer them. Those that wished for the chance to have children were the ones that caught her interest the most, the ones that she wanted to grant. While her domains were not of those, it was still ones she treasured and saw as pure enough to grant had she been able to.

The trees of the forest disappeared and was instead replaced with large fields of grass and rolling hills, a village appearing in the horizon. The goddess within tried to angle herself so that she would land near it, but not directly on top of it. While the death of mortals did not particularly bother her, the idea of killing anything other than her prey did. There was no reason to their deaths, no way with which their death would serve to help others. It would only cause misery.

Seconds became minutes as she constantly neared her target destination.

She eventually came close enough that she sped across the houses of the village and crashed not two kilometres from the edges of the settlement.

It took a while for the goddess to regain her bearings, to get her mind to act in tandem with her body and her thoughts aligned with each other. There were so many new things; smells and sounds. Her usual ‘hiding place’ in the godly domain, were the vast grassfields or the lush forests. She wasn’t used to the sound of multiple ponies chatting and shuffling, asking questions and expressing fear and doubt as to what was happening.

[i]Wait... ponies?[/i]

The goddess lifted her head and looked around, seeing that she had made a crater in the middle of a large hill, spanning sixty metres in diameter. One the edges were ponies, looking at her through the smoke that still rose from where she had landed. Her brows knit together in a small frown. She couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t immediately bowed to. That was how it-

Her train of thought stopped as she realised two things, one being that she was currently lying down with her legs tucked beneath her in the middle of a crater with smoke and dust that still obscured the vision of her, the other being that it had been eons since she had last visited Equestria.

[i]Figures. Mortals tend to forget things over the generations.[/i]

She stood up to her full height and spread her majestic wings. A single flap downwards brought her airborne. She spread them out to either side and tilted them to glide slowly down to the edges of the crater, where the ponies created a place for her to land. A brief glance around revealed faces filled with confusion and awe.

As she landed, one thing quickly became evident to the ponies surrounding her; She was an Alicorn. Some few bowed, some frowned, though the vast majority just stared at her in silent wonder. Despite the obvious damage done to the landscape, the alicorn goddess herself had not a speck of dirt on her. Her aqua green coat was as immaculate as ever, and the two braids that made up her mane and tail had nary a hair out of place.

“Are you a Princess?” A young voice asked from behind her. Turning around, she saw a small colt who had barely even reached his first decade in life.

“I am not,” she answered, her voice both firm and kind at the same time. “I am Theá Éri̱mo, goddess of the Hunt, Wilderness and Wild Animals. The world is in chaos and I have 
come in the attempt to restore it.”

“But... You look just like a Princess!” The colt insisted. “You have wings and a horn! Only the princesses have that, or so my mom and dad tells me”

Theá could not hold back a chuckle at the colt’s demeanor. “Might the ones you call the princesses be Luna and Celestia?” The colt nodded. “Those two are goddesses themselves, they are those of the second verse and my older sisters.”

The colt looked up at her in confusion, then shrugged and trotted back to a mare whom Theá assumed was his mother.

The goddess looked around and smiled as she noticed the amount of ponies bowing to her had increased at her announcement of being a goddess. Or at least, more bowed when she looked at them.

“Rise, there is no need to bow.” She smiled, this was only the first few minutes in the mortal plane, but she seemed to have already garnered her a small following of mortals, even if they were only a hoof-full.