The Stable

As the Over Mare, I spend my day at the office. While I prefer to be addressed as the Mare, I am technically the over mare. My name is Starlight Glimmer, just like the founder who established the little village from all of us are originating.

Like every other Pony in the stable; I have a Pip Buck just over my right fore hoof, where it has been all the back from birth. As opposed to the standard Pip Bock, these can not be taken off and removed. I guess you could take off the entire leg, but it would most likely just grow back, in a very unsettling and utterly gruesome fashion at that. I have not heard about it actually happening, but you don’t take off a leg on a Pony.

As the Over Mare and acting Founder, I hear of everything taking place in my Stable. Not because any pony is actually telling me, it is just the way our original Founder set up the system. I don’t know and I really do not care how she managed any of it. I am merely a coordinator and leader of a stable like any other. I would even go as far as to reprimand and rebuke any Pony even addressing me differently or giving me more credits than I am comfortable with. Does this make me a Tyrant or anything?

If I need to, I can recall every detail, as if it had happened yesterday, even if the memory originated from a previous Over mare, or was just a detail my position required for me to know and be aware of. Creepy, I know, and I rarely think of this. Of course, this means that I never will suffer from bad memory, even in advanced age in the future. Does this make me into a Cyborg? I don’t know or care. This is who and what I am, but it doesn’t set me apart from the heard of mine.

Since my mark is identical to that of the original Founder named Starlight Glimmer; I am her, as if I had been born outside the stable. The same goes for every last Pony, they are the reincarnations of them in the flesh. Just that we do have a few new foals, not carrying any of the original marks. They have no memories of the world above or the life outside the stable.

While I may look like Starlight Glimmer, and recall everything about her; I have no genetic ties to her and I am not of her bloodline, for anyone who does care about such details. Of course, Starlight Glimmer never bothered with the details of genetics or family-ties such as bloodlines. She had her very own brand of Unity. Originally, it was all about emulating a position, in the name of Equality. Now it is about filling the needs of the ponies of the Stable populated by the ponies living under her in the village.

I am no geneticist, just as I am no engineer. I am the Element of the magic and the leader of the ponies; nothing more and nothing less. This is who I am, what the mark on my Pip-Buck ordains for me to be. I can never escape it, but I am also gifted with the tools to make this work. Frightening as this may sound, it has already worked for two Centuries. The Stable is actually working better than the average stable, even the majority of the best stables.

You should consider me lucky. Not just because I am safe, well fed and well clothed, of course. My place is secure, for as long as I live; because the ponies are looking up to me for leadership, because the Founder entrusted the tools for the job on me. There can be no alternatives, and I don’t have to lift a hoof in order to secure anything.

Of course, Starlight Glimmer was indeed great at and with magic, she was also great at leadership and a grand tactician. Much more so, than she could have foreseen. Although she still does owe her place to the war, ravaging Equestria. While she did not know it, just as we never would be the wiser of this; she would have been overthrown and dethroned, had the war never taken place. It was a matter of time, before her village would crumble over her. Harmony could only be denied or stalled for so long, before it had been forced to send its Champion her way.

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