3000 Years ago.

Starswirl stood silently at his long; drawn out desk. The small window of to the side of his shack, proped open by a rather green and rusted iron bar, allowed for slight streaks of wind to breeze in and cause the numerous sheets of parchment adorning his desk to swathe to and fro, like sets of waves. Subsequently this also caused his well kempt beard to drift to his left, creating a slight tug on the underside of his chin. However, what annoyed the stallion was the accumulation of strong scents from his various potions and newly tested brews that where scattered in , what appered to be, a rather chaotic manner around the one roomed building. Each of them were being swept up into the melody of the wind and released upon the nostrils of the stallion, not that he had the time to pay attention to such things, but the numerous tests and experiments occuring simultaionously all around the room were a great clockwork of which could not be matched by even the greatest of craftsmen, or perhaps a meal being prepared by the greatest chef of the country. Each and every ingredient synergised perfectly together to form what Starswirl had theorised as being the first magical storage cell in pony history.

Suddenly, a sharp knock came to the door and a powerful sound resonated throughout the room; piercing the finely calibrated and harmonious unicorns concentration, like a heated blade through flesh. He would have continued as elegantly as possible, but, as his eye flickered towards the door out of instinct, a thunderbolt struck down mere metres from his ressidence causing the doorway to flash with pure-white light; revealing the dark outline of a figure that appered to ressemble that of a unicorn mare, now etched into the yellow rippled glass of his doorway. As if on queue, the heavy, low-pitched noise blasted through the house causing starswirl to react in such a manner of which caused him to magically explode two of the test tubes filled with highly valuable magical chemicals and essences.

Then there was silence. Only to be filled by the long release of air. Further mixed with annoyance towards the one who had intruded him at this time of night. Reluctantly, Starswirl walked slowly across the cobbled floor, causing a quiet clopping noise to echo and fill the void of sound in the room. His eyes shimmered in the moonlight as he did so. Matching that colour, his grey pigmented magic grew in intensity, as it gripped the door knob and twisted it to the left. Cracking noises filled the now still air, followed by a slight creek as the door opened dramatically. As it opened, the change in air pressure caused the atmousphere of the room to rush out and subsequently Starswirls great beard and cape dashed to the side, also causing him to squint slightly as the sudden dryness of his eyes became apparent. For a moment they both remained distracted, almost waiting for the tunes created by the air weaving between the glass bottles and trinkets laid throughout his establishment to die down.

He now lay his eyes upon that of a purple coated, slightly taller then average unicorn mare, with her purple and pink hair highlights, contrasting that of the dark blue that adorned the rest of her mane. What he noticed next was a rather bright and obnoxious brown cloak that covered her body and flank completely, indicating to him that she was not one for appearances and instead opted for practicality; thus leading him to reach the question of what practical use was it serving at this point in time? The temperature was of no concern at this time of year. For a second though, he noticed a slight twitch or sparkle in her eye, as if conveying to him through a micro-expression that she was joyed to meet him. However, it disappeared as fast as it came, thus leaving him uncertain as to weather his deduction was correct or not.

"Starswirl the bearded?" The mare said with a slightly humorous tone. Their pupils locked, her bright-lavender eyes suddenly appearing full of compassion and yet indifference.

"That is my name." Starswirl said rather bluntly with a gruff and whorn voice, and his eyes narrowed once again in a mixture of curiosity and, perhaps, a slight bit of worry, but, ragardless, his inquisitive nature ruled out. The mare then parsed her lips, as if getting ready to speak again, and the slowness of which seemed to convey that this was of a matter of importance, however he could not understand why.

"My name. Is Twilight sparkle."

Author's Note

I've never even attempted to write a story before. Ive had this idea for a grand history of the past set in an alternate timeline but it seemed a little much given my inexperience. I decided to go for it anyway regardless and will release this chapter to hopefully get some opionions I can build off of to improve how I write.

Anywayyyy, hope you enjoyed this prologue to the story and I look forward to reading your comments.