Creating a snowflake

Our story starts with a lo-

“Luna!” Sorry about that, as I wa-

“Luna, where are you?” My apologies but it seems one must go and deal with my sister, she  never seems to be abl-

“Luna, are you doing your damned 'reports' I think you called them again?”

Well it seems my 'dear' sister is unable to take a hint so it seems that I shall have to answer her qualms and likely-

“If you don't get your ass up here-”

“DEAR SISTER, JUST BECAUSE OUR SUBJECTS WORSHIP YOU DOES NOT MEAN I DO!”

As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, our story starts with a look back to how it all started. The creation of all life on our planet whilst it floats throughout space on what is seeming like more and more of a joy ride for my sister. She seems to do nothing but make a mockery of our role amidst the magic of the world and the very fabric that we our destined to weave.

I'm sure you all have heard the old legends of a set of games that we, the princesses, have used to create life for as long as there has been time and I'm here to tell you now; each and everyone of those legends is mistaken at best or a prank from the goddess of the sun at worst. And yes, as much as it would be a dream if genetic traits got passed on one by one to each new being that is created they are not.

Sometimes I despise my sister for spreading such rumours.

At the start of time we were blessed by something with the power to create, to bend reality and life to form things. Something that, as the years passed, has proven to both be a blessing and a curse. And so, it seems it is time for our story to truly start.

When we first awoke I would like to say our destinies were laid bare before us, so we could read them like a book. Suffice to say they weren't. Rather than this we, that being my sister and I, were faced with what most would simply call a screen. This screen was, and still is, unlike anything I could imagine, it was a painting of everything a being could be. How their thoughts would travel, how their minds would wonder, what and who they are and ever will be.

Viewing portals to a desolate land littered the emptiness with nothing but dust and dirt flowing around in most, some had the occasional river that lapped at shores of rock and sand, a land that could be beautiful if only someone cared enough to carve it into a place worth living in.

The only other thing that littered the abyss were to celestial bodies that seem to follow us wherever we go, the sun and moon.

Naturally we took it with the grace and dignity you would expect from a pair of princesses.

That being Celestia dashing up to the screen, hitting the “Mirror” button, randomising a few aspects and then repeatedly hitting create. Suffice to say, my sister created a lot of monsters that day.

To get her to stop this, I did all I could and suggest we go through each part, step by step, and create beings of design whom we could be proud of, based around a competition at each step. After a while of snowballing ideas we created a game of skill, one that would test our ability of balance, of planning, of everything that would be needed to fabricate a set of perfect beings to populate the world.

A game most know as twister.

This would have worked in my favour if not for a simple flaw in the plan, my sister cheating by positioning the sun at the highest position and using it to weaken my composure such that I could no longer bare to stand.

There is a reason we fight so much.

With this, victory was certain for her. My strength sapped by a sun she wasn't effected by. My body fell giving the first bout to her.

With her confounded victory she approached the screen, each step leaving a soft echo as our hooves tracked along a surface we couldn’t be sure even existed. My hope that she would make use of her victory rocketed as I saw a look of pondering cross her face. She reached up for the screen as my breath hitched. And then she hit random. And all hope that she would take even this seriously fell and quite simply, I felt like just leaving. If I knew how I probably would have.

With my resolve strengthened by the idea of a world filled with nothing but the creatures my sister had already created, and many like it, I took action and created the first lunar eclipse which set us to equal ground. Single steps mirrored a struggle that would shape reality into something that could either be amazing or disastrous.

Whilst on more even ground I did manage to win a few bouts, giving life intelligence and resolve to fight whatever else was out there. Somehow managing to scrape together enough to push plants and creatures alike onto the world.

Amidst this Celestia marked almost all her victories with a simple decision of “random” with only two parts set otherwise for the first creatures that would inhabit our planet. That being that they worshipped day and that they were more comfortable around heat. The two things that I would have loved nothing more than to be left random.

Now, this may not seem to big a deal for those who haven't studied mythology, or believe it to be fake. But there are two major facts that are truths. The first and more commonly known is that we don't simply control the day and night, we are the very embodiments of them. The second, and lesser known one, is that we each have a single creature that was born with us.

For my sister it is the pheonix, a bird that has forever been worshipped and praised in such a way that most view it as a bird of pure nobility. Something that in the darkest times can bring hope and happiness to any that lay eyes upon it.

Mine is a creature that has been corrupted by time, one that once thrived on love and happiness now corrupted such that it is attracted to hate and steals all the love it can. The wendigo. Despite all attempts to fix them my sister still spreads hate for them, ensuring that they will forever be corrupt.

Oh how I hate these “pranks”.

And so, after what would have been several years if time flowed in that realm, we created almost all life known to pony-kind. Each being was placed on the planet with food and fauna enough to feed and house them until they learnt enough to feed themselves. They were carefully split up such that those that favoured water were placed in such, those for the sky got placed in mountains and caves that would shelter them and we resolved that we would join them on the planet with nothing but the bare basics, I carefully crafted a hut such that it would raise no suspicion. Placing it amongst beings that looked similar to myself so I could blend in.

Celestia created Canterlot Castle and declared herself, with me in a footnote, princesses of everything in existence.

One day I'll get fed up of her.