Calcifer.

One year before the birth of the eldest of the elements of harmony...

The master of the sun and moon, Celestia, stood on her high balcony looking up to the stars.  The invisibility of the new moon made the thoughts of her imprisoned sister to be pushed aside, for now.  She studied the night-leavened atmosphere; the brilliance of nightfall was never quite the same beauty when Celestia took over as the night artist.  Her gaze shifted from the starry sky, towards the starry lights of her royal city, Canterlot.  The Princess stepped to the edge of the balcony, taking in all the sights of the sparkling city that she shepherds.  She seen this city grow, she seen the bad and the good times, she knew it's stories, it's wishes, it's wants and desires. Canterlot; was her home, but it was also her sister's...

Celestia bowed her head in the sorrow that tortured her for exactly, to this very night, 979 years.  The majestic "queen" of Equestria, closed her eyes, trying to escape from her ever-stirring emotions.  For a moment, the world seemed silent, blissful, at peace...

"Hello."

An unfamiliar gentle voice echoed around the balustrade.  Celestia snapped out of her meditation, turning herself sharply around, and found herself facing somepony standing in the middle of her balcony.

Poised elegantly yet boldly in front of her was a Pegasus even bigger than herself.

His coat was snow white, his mane was as white as his coat, but with each individual lock of hair on his long-grown, vine-like mane; sun-like golden.  His snowy wings were folded beside his body, they were far more luscious than her own, the silhouettes of each individual feather crest was as gold as the locks in his mane.

The Pegasus wore a chest-plate made of what appeared to be forged white marble, the straps of his chest armor clearly woven out of metallic gold that braided around his back in twisting knots.  In the middle of his chest-plate was the insignia of a cross, the right side of the cross was a sapphire blue, the left a bright crimson red.  The colt wore elegant, yellow-metal horseshoes that climbed up his legs in tendrils of slender gold.  He was in a way, the most beautiful Pegasus she had ever seen.

"I am Nuntius, of the forth chorus of Heaven.  A messenger of God.  I bring the good news of a war to befall your land, and of a soul of the damned to become a symbol of great peace..."