Prologue: Setting The Time
"Father, why art thou upset?" A concerned unicorn filly asked as she looked at the god sitting on his throne before her. This filly was known as Selene, though she would soon become Princess Luna. As for the reason she is asking, she has seen changes in her Father lately. He looks as though he is missing something, like he wants more. But what could he want? The god looked down at his daughter and lightly smiled at her concern for him.
"It is nothing thou should be worried about." He replied in a rumbling voice, but he knew that wasn't the case. It was true, he was missing something. He had a spouse and two daughters that loved him dearly, not to mention a world filled with his creations, but there was something he thought was missing. For a moment he sat back and thought about what he said. Just as his daughter opened her mouth to speak, he beat her to it. "Actually, there is something troubling us and we believe thou couldst aid us." He said, his smile growing a bit wider.
The unicorn was happy she could make her Father smile, but was also very confused about what he wanted. "We are most glad we can be of service to thee. But pray tell, what dost thou needeth of us?" The unicorn asked. Little did she know, what would come to pass would change Equestria, either for better or worse.
"For this, we will need but a few reagents. A lock of thine mane and a fraction of thine magic is all we ask for." The god replied. And with this request, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked down at his daughter. "We hope this is not asking much of thee." He added. Her mane? Her magic? The filly wondered what her Father was planning, but rather than asking, she complied to do so. First, she transferred a portion of her magic to her hands. She then ran her fingers through her dark blue mane, using her magic to painlessly remove strands of hair. Once she had a full lock of hair in in her, she transferred the magic from her palms to the hair and presented it to her Father. "We thank thee, Selene. Now, we believe an explanation is in order." The god said as he took the magic infused hair into his possession. All the filly could do was nod with a confused expression. "Well, we know thou hath been troubled by our irregular behavior. You see, this world, this land, Equestria, will soon belong to thee and thine elder sister. However, we have longed for an heir to our title. We wish for a son that will carry the legacy of being king." He explained. Truth be told, the filly stopped listening when she heard the word 'son.'
'Father wishes to have a son? That means..' The filly thought before erupting, "We are going to have a brother!" She shouted with glee. Her Father couldn't help but laugh at her excitement, though he eventually had to calm her down. As the filly finished her joyful jumping, a question popped into her mind. "Father, if thou wish to have a son, why dost thou use our mane and magic? Could thou not use thy own?" She questioned the god. At that, the god softly patted the filly's head.
"Selene, we wish to tell thee something important." He began before taking a deep breath. "We know many things will happen to this world. Friends will become foes, evil will triumph good, and monsters will threaten the Harmony. Even now, I can see a rift that will tear thee and thy sister apart, but we have faith. Faith in thee. We have faith that thy will protect thine brother from anything and everything, no matter what happens. Therefore, we wish to make thy brother in thine image. Give him thy power. Give him thy love." He explained, bringing tears to the unicorns eyes. "Promise us. Promise us thy will protect him. That is all we ask of thee."
The filly was moved to tears. The thought that her Father placed his trust solely in her, she couldn't believe it. The young unicorn wiped her tears with her arm and sniffled a bit before answering. "W-we promise, Father." Her voice trembled a bit as she looked up at him, a smile spread across his face.
"We are most glad to hear this. Now.." He took the magic imbued lock of hair and grasped it tightly in the fist of his hand. With his own magic and a bright flash of light, the god opened his hand to show a young foal, wrapped in sacred garments. He had been born a unicorn, just like Selene. Truth be told, he looked much like her. The color of his fur and his mane were exactly the same. Selene stared in awe at the newborn, few tears still in her eyes. "This is thy brother. His name shall be Crestfallen and he will soon be the future king. We leave his life in thy care." The god spoke before gently placing the newborn in the filly's hands. "Now, go show him to thy sister. Go and tell her of thy promise." The god commanded and the filly did just that.
Strolling through the halls of Canterlot Castle in the middle of the day, Princess Luna sought out her sister. She had wandered the entire castle actually and many guards were surprised to see her up so late. Well, by her standards of late. Luna soon searched the garden and sure enough, she saw Celestia standing before the pedestal where Discord remained when he was but a statue. "Tia, we need to talk." Luna said, but was surprised when Celestia didn't reply. "Tia?" She asked, a bit concerned.
"It was here.. I turned him to stone and yet, all those years I still loved him.." Celestia muttered to herself before feeling her sisters hand rest on her shoulder. Celestia turned to face her sister, faking a smile. "Oh, Lulu. What are you doing up so late?" She asked.
"We were looking for thee. Were we... Interrupting something?" The moon goddess asked. With a shake of Celestia's head in reply, Luna thought it would be best to change the subject. "Tia, we were dreaming of our youth. This time, we saw him. Our brother." Luna explained, surprising her sister.
"Crestfallen..."
Author's Note
Well, first off, I changed my account from DraconicRevolution to Crestfallen Pegasus. Thought I'd just get that out the way.
Second, this being the first chapter of my first story, I'd really appreciate a bit of constructive criticism and some feedback.
