The New Gods

Their little world would turn...

Peace settled gently on the wide, wild land as their world slowly turned about its axle. Birds gave their last, quiet little calls as the light gently dimmed. Parents called their small foals in to rest after a long Summer day of fun and games in the warm and beautiful sun. The high winds of the late day slowed and a stillness fell over the land, disturbed only by the birds and the small squeals of the last, most brave little school-foals finally rushing headlong out of the darkened forest home.

These foals would have far more than usual to babble excitedly to their parents about tonight. One little filly would be especially late, and especially desperate, to rush wildly into the open arms of her searching and concerned parents.

Deep in the forest, beyond the aged orchard-woods and nearer to those wild and rugged ancient trees where the queen and king had first met and had determined at once, so taken by its wild beauty as they were, to build their great capital here, a strange little creature, as of many parts of different animals, crawled out of the hauntingly twisted undergrowth, and sighed. It pricked up its long ears to the final birdcalls of the evening, and it chuckled. It fluttered and hopped up the nearest tree, silencing the birds it passed with the shocking misbalance of its appearance. It sat in the topmost bough, and watched in awe at the splendorous show of the sky. The changing colours of the fiery orb delighted the odd little child, as they grew more vividly orange and pink. The sky took on a wild, chaotic appearance as white clouds were turned pink, then orange, and then rich, deep violet. The glorious pink of the sky warmed its tiny, bitter and wild heart, and he sat there, more quiet and more patient than would normally seem possible for his changeable nature and short attention span, just to watch this.

Only one thing was as wondrous to him as the chaotic explosion of the setting sun. Atop the highest stone towers beyond the dimming forest shone a single, tiny light, as of a falling star. He would continue his ever rambling journey across the harsh terrains of his birthlands and forest toward that strange star come morning.

On her balcony, the little princess glowed and sparked, her parents standing by. They glowed almost as much as their beautiful daughter did, only with pride, and with bemusement, as the tiny goddess finished her final creative little flare of the day, balancing and misbalancing the colours of her enormous abstract painting with a light flare here, a beam of pinkish glow there, until her star was but a glowering sliver of flame upon the horizon. The sun finally gone, its last pink rays lying like a paint upon the distant landscape, the silent and very stately child nodded her head to herself and to her parents, as of confirmation that her final work was done for the day. She yawned a deep and luxurious yawn not so befitting a princess as the rest of her behaviour, her tiny, soft white body aching with exhaustion without her sun’s energy to keep her standing tall.

Queen Aeon and King Lumos kissed their precious young filly good night after she collapsed upon her silken sheets in a deep and heavy sleep, smiling at this much-needed slumber. –She would have far more responsibilities to deal with than another evening’s sunset soon enough.

Though they didn’t understand why this final light show of each day required quite so many colours, or why it could never fall quite symmetrically upon the landscape like everything else the sunlight did, they relished their daughter’s childish creativity, and would laugh softly to themselves in bed later on as they fell asleep.

The world turned, and the darkness crept on alone, a few small stars twinkling lightly through the glowing darkness of the night sky.

As the first light-rays of the new sun stretched out to greet the horizons of their beloved princess’s land, something warm and deep stirred within the heart of the tiny, sleeping filly. Her horn tingled, her soft wings rose and stretched, and she arose without a sound, violet eyes closed in peaceful meditation, and stepped out to greet her beautiful sun.

A pale green, then blue, crept upon the sky, giving rise to pink and orange rays of light which fell upon their leader’s face and warmed her atop her tower, before bathing the landscape with a delicate glow which quickly warmed, spread and brightened. In the towns and villages, in the huts and in the palace below her, little ponies began to emerge from their dwellings to greet her glorious Summer day. After observing the bustling people below, busying to prepare for the day, she slowly closed her eyes and gave focus to the task of giving them a good show.

As the morning of the 10th Summer Sun Celebration drew near every day, the working ponies of the capital quickened their pace, ready to give thanks for a decade of light and warmth to the tiny white princess from the palace balcony. With a country for her parents to run, life was so busy at the palace that she never really left it outside of official functions. If it were not for her appearance to raise the sun publicly on each morning of her birthday, the ordinary ponies would have thought her to be nothing but a fallen star, resting upon the battlements of the palace to signal each dawn and each dusk.

That would change quite soon.

She would soon be old enough and educated enough to start managing the smaller tasks of running a country on her own, and royal responsibilities would fall upon her more frequently, and of greater importance, as she grew and matured. The Queen in her wisdom deemed it high time for her young princess to experience the lives of her people first hand.