and that's how equestria was made
Oh, you. You raiser of suns, upholder of happiness and friendship. You Queen of the living. A God among ponies. A princess of Equestria.
Oh, you. You heartless creature.
The beginning. Years and years ago. A time when things were very different from now. Neither darkness nor light, an in-between swallowed the earth, a nothingness surrounding it. A feeling of uneasiness, a smell of stasisity. And-
Oh. But I needn’t tell you. You know what it was like. You were there. You were there, and so was your sister. Your sister. Your sister.
You were there, and so was your sister. You were experiencing it together. You saw how it made them feel, the other ponies. Apathy. Indifference. It did not affect you and your sister the same way. You were two princesses living together in harmony inside the apathy of the world. Seeing them like this hurt your chest. Your beloved subjects. They deserved better than this. It affected your sister more. You could see it in her eyes, the way she suffered for them. All that they could not suffer for themselves, trapped inside the body of your little sister. She was always the darker one of you two. Those feelings came more easily to her. And this time, how she suffered.
As the nothingness swallowed your sister until you swore you could see her shrinking from the weight of the world you were forming plans in your head. To end her constant suffering. Create something that differed. Something that could change. You knew that without darkness there is no light without sadness there is no happiness. You were plotting, planning, scheming. How to create an ever-changing world?
One day. She came to you. She told you she knew what had to be done. She explained the concept to you. A sun. A moon. A cycle. Two spheres moving across a sky bright blue at day, jet black at night. She told you about it. The difficulty of the task ahead of you, the amount of magic needed. You had to work together.
You gathered them all. All your beloved subjects. This was something that would go down in history. This was the first day ever. The first sun would shine warmly and brightly over Equestria. The first smiles would be seen on their faces. Love and happiness and friendship would soon be emitting from their chests. All that was needed – an ever-changing cycle. A sun. A moon. And then. Soon.
You were breathing calmly, eyes closed, completely focused on the inside. Your sister was standing closely to you, same position. Your kind sister. Willing to help you if you couldn’t make it. If you weren’t enough. You feared you weren’t enough. You gathered strength. You let your being your soul explode through your horn, creating magic. Pushing, pressing. Please be enough. Please be enough.
And then: a sun rising in the east. You did it! For the ponies, your brethren, your species. Oh, how they cheered. They cheered on you, they looked up to you. Forming a little circle around you. Telling you things. How wonderful you were, raising the brightly shining sphere like that and how could they ever thank you for this? Your sister was smiling in the background. I’m sure you remember her face. The stars glistering in her eyes, muscles forming an expression of radiating love. She was happy for you, genuinely happy. She was proud and held her head high and you were tired. Oh, so tired. All the magic it took, all the power of raising the sun. Were you panting? Were your legs rubbery? Your sister asked them to let you rest. Did you thank her when she lay down beside you, reassuring you not to worry for she would take care of the moon in your stead? Did you smile back at her as she stroke your neck with her muzzle seconds before you fell asleep?
**
An ever-changing world. Moving, flowing. Dancing. The whistling of waves dancing in the ocean, the singing of leaves dancing in the trees. And your loving subjects. Thriving. Living. You watched them in happiness. Your sister watched in awe.
You and your sister. Two ponies, living in harmony as always. Everything had changed for the world yet nothing had changed for you. You were above it all. Two princesses, unaffected by the cycle of life, the changing of the world. You were way above it all. It tore your sister apart.
Of course, if you were to have asked her, she wouldn’t have admitted to jealousy. But deep inside, wasn’t death something to long for? Wasn’t that a low price for happiness? The stacicity killed her. Not literally, of course. In her eyes, that wouldn’t have been so bad. It wasn’t that she longed for death. But a rest would be nice. A change would be nice. Living forever can be very tiresome.
You sister was thinking. And what did you do? You raised your sun. You watch your beloved subjects nourish and grow. Reproduce. Creating a life far superior to the life of the creators. Evolving. For every generation growing. You were fascinated. And you raised your sun. Every morning, you raised your sun. And every night you relied on your sister to raise the moon.
Every night your sister raised the moon. It became a sign of darkness as the depression grew in her. Cursed by serenity she, even so, started to alter. And you noticed it. You feared her new behavior. And so you too started thinking.
Your sister. Your sister, oh, your sister, your sister. A princess not wanting the best for her subject is no princess. Anyone not wanting the best for your subjects is an enemy. What an interesting turn of events. Your sister.. had betrayed you? Your sister.. had betrayed you. Your sister had betrayed you!
Darkness is a powerful thing when you’re all alone inside of it. Creating it. Raising it. You didn’t think about that at the time. She had betrayed you.
I hope you think about it now.
How can you ever forget the desperate cries? The slow tears rolling down cheeks? How can you forget all the cold shoulders you showed? How can there be so many cold shoulders on one pony? You grew them like tumors. But the traitor must be stopped.
You gave her to the moon. The being she herself created and ruled over. The being that ultimately became her ruler. You didn’t understand it. You only had the sun to control. Laughter, happiness, love. What you thought were the greatest. But the greatest burden was on your sister. The heaviest. How could you ever understand darkness and its powers, as blinded by the light as you were?
All you ever became. A shunner of darkness. Yang. The sun. It had transformed you into a wicked mare of light.
Oh, you. You heartless creature.
The beginning. Years and years ago. A time when things were very different from now. Neither darkness nor light, an in-between swallowed the earth, a nothingness surrounding it. A feeling of uneasiness, a smell of stasisity. And-
Oh. But I needn’t tell you. You know what it was like. You were there. You were there, and so was your sister. Your sister. Your sister.
You were there, and so was your sister. You were experiencing it together. You saw how it made them feel, the other ponies. Apathy. Indifference. It did not affect you and your sister the same way. You were two princesses living together in harmony inside the apathy of the world. Seeing them like this hurt your chest. Your beloved subjects. They deserved better than this. It affected your sister more. You could see it in her eyes, the way she suffered for them. All that they could not suffer for themselves, trapped inside the body of your little sister. She was always the darker one of you two. Those feelings came more easily to her. And this time, how she suffered.
As the nothingness swallowed your sister until you swore you could see her shrinking from the weight of the world you were forming plans in your head. To end her constant suffering. Create something that differed. Something that could change. You knew that without darkness there is no light without sadness there is no happiness. You were plotting, planning, scheming. How to create an ever-changing world?
One day. She came to you. She told you she knew what had to be done. She explained the concept to you. A sun. A moon. A cycle. Two spheres moving across a sky bright blue at day, jet black at night. She told you about it. The difficulty of the task ahead of you, the amount of magic needed. You had to work together.
You gathered them all. All your beloved subjects. This was something that would go down in history. This was the first day ever. The first sun would shine warmly and brightly over Equestria. The first smiles would be seen on their faces. Love and happiness and friendship would soon be emitting from their chests. All that was needed – an ever-changing cycle. A sun. A moon. And then. Soon.
You were breathing calmly, eyes closed, completely focused on the inside. Your sister was standing closely to you, same position. Your kind sister. Willing to help you if you couldn’t make it. If you weren’t enough. You feared you weren’t enough. You gathered strength. You let your being your soul explode through your horn, creating magic. Pushing, pressing. Please be enough. Please be enough.
And then: a sun rising in the east. You did it! For the ponies, your brethren, your species. Oh, how they cheered. They cheered on you, they looked up to you. Forming a little circle around you. Telling you things. How wonderful you were, raising the brightly shining sphere like that and how could they ever thank you for this? Your sister was smiling in the background. I’m sure you remember her face. The stars glistering in her eyes, muscles forming an expression of radiating love. She was happy for you, genuinely happy. She was proud and held her head high and you were tired. Oh, so tired. All the magic it took, all the power of raising the sun. Were you panting? Were your legs rubbery? Your sister asked them to let you rest. Did you thank her when she lay down beside you, reassuring you not to worry for she would take care of the moon in your stead? Did you smile back at her as she stroke your neck with her muzzle seconds before you fell asleep?
**
An ever-changing world. Moving, flowing. Dancing. The whistling of waves dancing in the ocean, the singing of leaves dancing in the trees. And your loving subjects. Thriving. Living. You watched them in happiness. Your sister watched in awe.
You and your sister. Two ponies, living in harmony as always. Everything had changed for the world yet nothing had changed for you. You were above it all. Two princesses, unaffected by the cycle of life, the changing of the world. You were way above it all. It tore your sister apart.
Of course, if you were to have asked her, she wouldn’t have admitted to jealousy. But deep inside, wasn’t death something to long for? Wasn’t that a low price for happiness? The stacicity killed her. Not literally, of course. In her eyes, that wouldn’t have been so bad. It wasn’t that she longed for death. But a rest would be nice. A change would be nice. Living forever can be very tiresome.
You sister was thinking. And what did you do? You raised your sun. You watch your beloved subjects nourish and grow. Reproduce. Creating a life far superior to the life of the creators. Evolving. For every generation growing. You were fascinated. And you raised your sun. Every morning, you raised your sun. And every night you relied on your sister to raise the moon.
Every night your sister raised the moon. It became a sign of darkness as the depression grew in her. Cursed by serenity she, even so, started to alter. And you noticed it. You feared her new behavior. And so you too started thinking.
Your sister. Your sister, oh, your sister, your sister. A princess not wanting the best for her subject is no princess. Anyone not wanting the best for your subjects is an enemy. What an interesting turn of events. Your sister.. had betrayed you? Your sister.. had betrayed you. Your sister had betrayed you!
Darkness is a powerful thing when you’re all alone inside of it. Creating it. Raising it. You didn’t think about that at the time. She had betrayed you.
I hope you think about it now.
How can you ever forget the desperate cries? The slow tears rolling down cheeks? How can you forget all the cold shoulders you showed? How can there be so many cold shoulders on one pony? You grew them like tumors. But the traitor must be stopped.
You gave her to the moon. The being she herself created and ruled over. The being that ultimately became her ruler. You didn’t understand it. You only had the sun to control. Laughter, happiness, love. What you thought were the greatest. But the greatest burden was on your sister. The heaviest. How could you ever understand darkness and its powers, as blinded by the light as you were?
All you ever became. A shunner of darkness. Yang. The sun. It had transformed you into a wicked mare of light.