We start our story in Equestia.. Wait, no. I’m getting the script wrong here, eh.. We start our story on a planet. Yes, the same planet we all know that our pastel pony friends live on. Instead of Equestria, we will travel back in time. A very long time ago, there was a place known as the Vega Empire. This empire stretched far and wide, much farther than Equestria’s boundaries dared to go.
Ruling over this Empire was Shadow Mind, the King. Ruling alongside the great King, was his Queen. Shining Body. These two ruled over the Vega Empire, casting peace and prosperity across the entire empire. They fought off every threat, protecting their subjects from any harm that may befall them. Time and time again, the Vega Empire retained it’s great wealth and happiness.
One day, in this Empire, the King and Queen decided that they were to have foals, to carry on their legacy. When the two foals were born, they seemed like the complete opposite. One with a white coat, and another with a black. The white foal had a blue, spiked mane, striped with blue. The black foal had a sleek, black mane, with the occasional bright red that went across his mane. They seemed like the Ying and Yang of ponies.
The two brothers were to one day take the throne, as the next rulers of the Vega Empire. While they both loved each other very much, the black brother went after the throne with a desire for the title of King. While the white brother wanted to enjoy life, living to it’s fullest. However, at the time, only one pony could take the throne.
So as they grew, the black brother’s fondness for the white brother had disappeared. While the white brother put up no fight to take the throne, the black brother still thought that some extra measure was needed. He had changed, his mind had twisted beyond repair, by a still unknown reason.
Under the blanket of night, with the utmost silence, the black brother crept into the white brother’s room with a malicious intent. He smiled wildly, grasping onto the white brother’s wings. With a strength beyond compare, he had ripped the natural wings straight off of the white brother’s back.
The white brother screamed, jolting awake. Alarming the guards that were nearby. When the guards had busted into the white brother’s room, all they found was the white brother, attempting to stop his bleeding. There was no threat to be found.
The black brother had fled the kingdom, that same night. He wasn't seen again, for the longest time. The King and Queen were utterly shocked by this. They quickly ordered the greatest blacksmiths and engineers they could find. At the time, their request was impossible. But for the amount of bits they were paid, well.. Who could say no?
A new pair of wings were constructed for the only prince there was left in the kingdom. While the wings were rather faulty, they were edited many a time. The King and Queen turned their eyes away from the only prince they had left, and focused on the fugitive that was the black brother.
They sent out many a rescue team to search for the black brother. None of which came back. They seemed to be lost, forever. As time continued to pass, the objective of finding the black brother faded.
It had been years since the black brother had ran from the Empire. The King and Queen had to name somepony the new King. The only one that was suitable was the white brother, who had renamed himself to Dilligas. The King and Queen decided not to question why he had renamed himself. They just went with it.
As his parents passed away, Dilligas renamed the empire after himself. Making it the Dilligas Empire. All was peaceful in the Dilligas Empire for the longest time, until an army of red came marching upon his land.
A war was quickly broken out, as ponies drafted into war. Fighting against the army of strangely familiar ponies. Dilligas watched upon the war, in wait for the general to show himself. So that the general may be struck down, and this war could end swiftly. What he was not prepared for, was his own brother leading the enemy’s charge.
With a heavy and broken heart, Dilligas knew what he was to do. He was to murder his own brother, on the field of battle. He took to the no-man’s land that they had fought upon. Utterly dominating the soldiers of the opposite force.
He fought his way to his brother. He had first attempted reason, but his brother wouldn't listen. Dilligas’s defense spells wouldn’t hold up against such a powerful opponent for too long. So, the two brothers broke into a battle of extreme strength, agility, and mental endurance.
They were at a standstill. Out of breath, his brother pulled out a forbidden spell. This spell engulfed the entirety of the Empire, absorbing the souls of the soldiers and innocents that still lived. Transporting those souls into the two brothers, as they grew in might.
The entire empire started to disintegrate, as the spell neared it’s peak. Everypony who had lived in the empire was gone. Except for the two who were meant to rule over it. As the spell finished, Dilligas tried one last thing. He blasted his brother’s horn, making the spell corrupt horribly. The ponies were released, but with major memory loss. The buildings remained missing, as a new country was born.
Equestria.
The two brothers fled from each other. Dilligas attempted to regain his power, turning ponies to the good side. Or, what he thought was the good side. While the black brother, who had named himself Next Generation, turned ponies to the good side. Or, what he thought was the good side. The evil side.
With the growing cults to either god, Dilligas soon let Next Generation fade in his memory. That was a mistake he would learn to regret, when the next war broke out. He could have spent all that time planning, like his brother had.
