The egg hatched, and Mothra rose free, all thanks given to the Shobijin.It was a surreal experience, and one the changelings had only experienced after they were reborn themselves. Before Chrysalis’ defeat, they had lusted after love as a means to fulfill their selfish hunger. It was all for themselves, never for others. Once the vile queen was gone, once they shared that love instead of taking it, a new life was given to them. A new purpose.Now, they felt that exact same love washing over them, that very same moment they were born again amplified to heights they never imagined was possible. It was heavenly, what they felt. It elicited tears and gasps and smiles from every changeling in the cavern. Even Pharynx felt a wetness in his eyes, raising a hoof to wipe at a tear, staring at it in disbelief. He couldn’t help it.None of them could. Thorax simply could not believe what he was witnessing, but it was real. It was happening before them. It was fate and destiny fulfilled.Reawakened as a larva, Mothra relinquished a gentle, chittering first cry. The first breath of her spirit reforged. Reborn. Returned.It was as fate had ordained, the sisters knew. The balance of the world had been shaken, and had now tipped into darkness. A Darkness they knew of. And from it, Mothra’s own presence was that of resistance, to rebel against the dark with the light. Her presence meant only one thing for the world of Equus.A great and terrible evil had returned.But now, together again, with Mosura returned to them, they knew they would not be facing it alone. They only had but to look forward, and even behind them, to see that that was true. They believed that. The sisters held firmly but resolutely onto each other’s hooves, their expressions mirroring similar emotions.Staring onto Mothra, they never once lost sight of the purpose now given to them. That she spoke through them. The Second Sister felt that calling, heard the Great Moth’s voice from her deepest spirit, and managed that tiny but strengthened smile of hope. Even in the coming age of dark, she held onto that light.Because she needed them to.“Now we’re ready,” the Second Sister whispered, in a final, proud declaration.