Foals of Eden

This is a story passed down from generation to generation, remembered amongst the wise-men of the world. Some debate whether or not these events were true. Others know for a fact that all this has happened. These tales, long lost in obscurity, are only the begging of what would soon ensue. The Story of Eden was just a prelude to their birth. Some may wonder what the Story of Eden was. It all began long ago, in a primitive world, where heaven wasn't too far above their reach.

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Long ago, before ponies developed civilizations and molded the world in their hooves, there were others. It all happened long ago, when the mortals were still running wild and free across the diverse, uncharted world. Above the world was an outer heaven, another world some might say. No matter what they tried, none of the three races could ever reach it. One day, a star fell from the night skies above; a tear fallen from the eyes of Eden, touched by this beautiful world below.

From that tear emerged a being of gold. The equine creature spreads open its wings majestically in a display of beauty, to show what these mortals had missed all this time. His fur coat shone brighter than the sun of noon; his sapphire mane twinkled like stars in the wind. He had not a bump between those ears, but a sharp, long horn. The mortals dared not touch, nor even ask why some parts of his skin glowed. In truth, they were no more than mere pieces of armor, strapped around his forelegs and neck.

Everyone cowered in awe before this creature sent from the heavens. Touched by this display of humility, the winged equine raised his head, and fired a large beam of gold. Eden's tears fell in masses, and from each cocoon of light emerged another winged individual. They all raised their horns to the sky, and chanted a heartwarming tune of old, passed down through generations.

White particles twinkled down earthward, entering in contact with all the ponies of the world. This powder stuck onto their dirty coats, and soon hastened the growth of special members. While some received feathered wings, and others horns, a certain group never obtained anything. Their superiors looked down upon the "defects", and cast a spell upon them. Thou shalt have the strength of a mighty river, the courage of the rampant tiger, and the slots necessary to one day evolve into greater beings.

And so, unexpected visitors from above helped hasten a process nature would've completed in many millenia. And so were born the unicornus, pegasus, and terra caballus. After accelerating their physical growth, the celestial equines realized an important flaw; their lack of comprehension. Benevolent as always, they gifted them with ancient knowledge they once had to earn themselves. Even if all this spanned many decades, the tears of Eden had all the time in the world. When one tear evaporated into the mists of time, another fell. They dragged the mortals across the world and taught them much knowledge. Filled by all this new information, the mortals nicknamed their superiors ala-cornus, or alicorn for short. Little did the alicorns know, they were training their greatest enemy.

Many millenia had past, when one day; the tribes wondered why they had to be different. They looked at one another, and wondered why they didn't have wings, horns, or even both! Those once innocent eyes bred something new to the alicorns; envy.

Soon after, the earth ponies noticed their peers' weaker physiques, and began exploiting those very flaws. Their displays of raw strength and endurance increased their morale exponentially. Earth ponies soon held events where the horns of unicorns and wings of pegasi were stripped of their capabilities, leaving them no other option but to fight with their bare hooves. From all these competitive battles, pride was born on the earth pony side, and wrath first appeared within their opponents.

The unicorns, bred in wealthy environments, found joy in eating. They possessed both the resources and the time to make different meals. However, while they enjoyed feasts and parties, the remaining two races starved. They sought jobs amongst the unicorns, willing to do anything for bits of money. While their "slaves" cooked and cleaned, the unicorns sat around all day, unwilling to move. For the first time, a display of sloth arose amongst the mortals.

These rich equines felt extreme pleasures in eating food. Their race fattened, while everyone else starved. This was the first time alicorns saw gluttony in the creatures they created and educated.

The earth ponies and pegasi, on the other hand, held every penny close to them, unwilling to share. They lost all charitable feelings towards one another, eventually driving them down the road to greed.

Many female ponies saw other ways to make some dough. Quickly, they went beyond the principles of "relationships", "attractions", and "commitment". They sought to trigger these feelings of love between the ponies for pure pleasure. Wearing very kinky attires in the streets, many females attracted other colts into dark alleyways, the birthplace of lust.

These seven feelings evolved into greater conflicts. Each knife has two sides, and so do mortals. They gathered what they already knew, and created tools with one specific goal; to kill. It was an arms race between the three races, as tensions skyrocketed through the roof. Even with all this knowledge, one question remained; why should the alicorns be the superior ones?

They turned their heads towards the sky. Far above the clouds, there was a land their "superiors" once inhabited. Eden, they all thought. If they came from above with all this knowledge, then all their knowledge must have originated from above. Long ago, the alicorns had cast away their home into another plane of existence. But the mortals never stopped believing in gods. To them, the alicorns weren't so "holy" anymore. They just had both distinguishing features.

One thing remained certain however; if the alicorns had ll this knowledge, and were able to pass as holy, then they must have been in contact with the gods. Mortals from around the globe took arms, ready to beat their secrets out of them. Alicorns never saw something of this magnitude come their way.They always though history would never repeat itself, that they were careful never to make the same mistakes again. But they were wrong.

It took no more than a few decades of bloody wars to greatly reduce alicorn numbers. The elders of the race looked above their heads, and though: they really aren't so different from us after all... One day, the alicorns, completely vanished just as they came. The mortals looked down at their hooves soiled in blood. They had just executed the first genocide of their existence.

Rumors fired up faster than geezers. once thing was certain; the alicorns vanished. Just around that time, a violent snowstorm swept the worlds. Crops rotted, homes collapsed, and resources vanished. Furious at one another, the three tribes went at it, and launched deadly weapons, systematically wiping one another out, along with most of their prior achievements and technologies.

These wars devolved into primitive fighting, until the tribes tip-toed on a fine line between life and death. Eternal snows buried almost all they had achieved, while war destroyed the rest. They had so little left, they attempted isolating themselves for comfort. It was unsuccessful in the end. The once majestic unicorns could barely trots, their legs thin as bone. The pegasi's featherless wings and bone-tight skin dangled in the cold winds. The earth ponies, once known for their majestic physique, weren't able to survive either. Their members were so stiff, they couldn't even bend anymore.

Often times would ponies eat one another. On the streets, colts, fillies and foals alike tore ope the frail bodies of unsuspecting passerby. Their teeth pierced through oozing flesh, dripping of black slime.

Tired of this oppression, six ponies, two of every race, galloped away in search of new land. Once they found a decent land to live in, they were once again trapped in an age old feud. If they died, they knew their race would die out too. Maybe we weren't meant to be on this earth. Everyone had entirely forgotten about the alicorns. Once their presence and knowledge had been erased, everything about them was gone.

Near death, three of the representative, one of every race, crawled towards the imaginary boundaries of this new land, and reached out their lacerated, bone-thin hooves towards each other. In one final act of peace, their love and respect towards one another sparked a great flame, melting away the hate-filled ice. Once thawed out, the other representatives saw their friends' corpse next to each other holding hooves. They finally understood their final act, and gave them a proper burial in the center of this new place; Equestria. The rest, as they say, is history.

And so ends the once eternal struggle for an absolution called Eden. The ponies' hate had shattered, replaced by undeniable respect and love towards each other. The green grass grows in Equestria. The birds sing and chat, as life carries on its cycle. However, amongst educated scholars and elders alike, one concrete reality remained; history always repeats itself.