Chapter 1 Origin and Sin

Behemoth Chaos

Chapter 1 Origin and Sin

In the beginning there was nothing but chaos. In the beginning there was no time, no space, no matter, no universe. Just chaos. Chaos not definable and impossible to understand. So long until the universe was born. It began to expand and order was born. The order grew and began to oust the chaos. The chaos decreased until it almost entirely vanished in the cosmic order.

Parts of the chaos became contaminated by the order and settled in with it, they became beacons of chance and unpredictability. But one part that was not entered by the order remained in its primitive stand. This primal chaos outlasted the development of life until the emergence of civilization and remained untouched from the elements of order like time, space and matter.

From this primal chaos a new race was born, the Ponytaurs. Nondescript beings, physically similar to the unicorns. But their horns were split, their canine teeth adapted for eating meat and the colors of their coats invariable bleak and relatively dismal.

But the time of glamour of the primal chaos was long gone. While the order found its way into all corners of the world, the last of the ponytaurs settled in the eternal shadow of Mt. Ziz. Mt. Ziz, a massive mountain on the outer brink of Equestria, was the only natural barrier to a peninsula separating it from the mainland. A peninsula, simply called “Ödland”, where the last of the ponytaurs lived, because there the massive Mt. Ziz obscured a bigger part of the sky. No sunlight ever touched the small land where the presence of the primal chaos was pervasive.

And this was convenient as well, because while ponytaurs possessed a general antipathy against sunlight, for their alternative forms, the Behemoths, it was deadly. This was the alternative form of each ponytaur. The behemoth, a massive, two-legged, hairy monster with razor-sharp claws, gleaming fangs, enormous bullhorns, a tail covered in pelt and a mane that reminds you of black flames. An alternative form every ponytaur could transform into after passing a task with flying colors for the first time. A form which bestowed few friends on the ponytaurs.

At first ponytaurs were mere carnivores, but because they were descendants of the primal chaos, they also shared its main attribute: Hunger. Hunger for anything that was alien to the primal chaos. So they soon developed other methods to feed. They gorged life energy from their surroundings and shortly afterwards they acquired a taste for something the country of Equestria had plenty of: Magic. Pure magic.

Eventually Ödland was not enough for the ponytaurs. Their hunger led to the extinction of almost the entire flora of the peninsula and their prey animals therefore became more and more slender. One day the ponytaurs left their area and crossed over Mt. Ziz. Their target was Equestria the country of order. The ponytaurs packs intended to carry the primal chaos into the country and to suck it dry. But they failed miserably.

Coordination and solidarity defeated the bloodthirsty beasts from Ödland and repelled them back to the shady slope of Mt. Ziz. Equestria was saved but its monarchs boiled with rage because of the invasion of their neighbors. They denounced all ponytaurs castaways and forbade them to set a hoof into Equestria ever again. They should stay away from the land of order and keep their hunger with them.

To make sure, this banishment would last the following millennia, the monarchs found allies in the Leviathans, creatures of order domiciled in the sea. They should guard Ödland and make sure that no ponytaur or even behemoth was going to cross the national border to Equestria. For these purposes a visible line had been drawn right through the middle of Mt. Ziz. Two rivers arose from the peak of the mountain and burst out down the national border on both sides of it. Since then countless leviathans curled in these waters and on the coasts, always ready to cart every revolting ponytaur back to the wastelands.