“My sister, clear the path.” A small princess Luna said, her mane falling in front of her face like a fluffy cloud drifting gently through the night sky. A small Celestia stepped carefully to the side and let her tyke sister trot up a hill and spread her wings, taking to the night sky. She flew and flew until she had raised the moon into the zenith of the sky, then she fluttered down as if she was a falling leaf. Celestia welcomed her with an outstretched wing that hugged Luna with a feathery embrace. Soft hoof prints trailed behind them, stamped by a large but graceful hoof.
“Celestia, Luna, my children.” An echoic voice resounded in the empty fields of a vast land. “Welcome thine new sisters and brothers, they will be renown one day, as the embodiments of season.” This voice was one of a female, a gentle but loud female voice.
Celestia turned her head; her horn parted her flowing mane across her face. She raised a hoof as a foal crawled beneath it, attempting to remain warm. This foal was the whitest pure shade Celestia had seen, aqua streaks kissed her pure mane, as this small foal glanced up at her tall sibling, her cold eyes met Celestia’s. Luna stared fondly at the new-born foal. Luna touched her horn against the foal’s as a sign of endearment. Celestia’s wing met the back of the foal’s.
“Mother! Father! This foal hasn’t wings!” Celestia was startled.
“We know.” An echo from the sky swept over the plains; a deep, comforting male voice this time.
“This foal cannot fly!” Luna said, equally startled. The same answer was given.
Three more foals ran from under the wing of the mother of Celestia and Luna. One of the foals had buried itself in the mane of the mother, the mane that showed each galaxy and each belt of asteroid. The mother’s deep eyes, that gave glance into the heavens, stared into Luna’s bright eyes. Her gradient wing lifted once more as the mother flew upwards into the sky.
“My children, take care of the newest, for they will soon be very important to this earth of ours.” The voice hung in the air with a mystical tone, as the tall mare disappeared into the sky and flew towards the nebulas above. As soon as the mother was out of sight, the father dropped from the sky, and as he landed, cracked the earth beneath him.
“Children.” The voice of earthquakes spoke. The foals huddled behind the two alicorns, quaking in fear. “Fear not, your father, but fear what is to come. If you six do not work out your issues, only turmoil and peril will come.” The tall stallion was gone as quickly as he came a brown feather left on the ground. The earth he had cracked ran horizontally, it ran forever it seemed, and it was the width of both Luna and Celestia combined. A stream of ice blue, clear and gleaming water filled the crack to the brim as one of the foals trotted to the edge of it. This was a male foal with a soft orange-brown mane and tail. His eyes were bright red, and his coat was the sunset orange. He had neither wing nor horn, but at his gentle hoof, the grass became brown with death. Behind him—his small sister with green coat and pink mane and yellow eyes up-brought flowers within her step, she resurrected the grass her brother had unknowingly killed. They both smiled at each other and giggled. The fourth foal snuck behind spring and he trailed her like a quiet breeze, almost unnoticed.
For years on end, they roamed the land Celestia had called “Equestria”, discovering their special talents. Now, each of them owned their mark on their flank that Luna called a “cutie mark.” Now, each of them owned a name.
“Winter!” Luna pointed with her horn towards the white-coated one.
“Summer.” Celestia pointed to the timid one with that hid behind the filly of pink mane and green coat.
“Spring.” Celestia this time pointed to the filly of pink mane.
“Autumn.” Luna said to the orange pony, her face graced by a smile.
The two fillies and two colts jumped and danced happily around the mares long legs, then hugged their hooves with endearment.
“You are lovely, my two cold siblings.” Luna reassured her love to Autumn and Winter. She looked at Celestia who only sat still at the peak of a cliff, created by their father. Celestia was as silent and motionless as a statue, peering off into the distance with cold eyes. Spring and Summer sat at her hooves, equally as quiet, but wishing to burst with glee once more.
“This is not what father has wished and this shan’t go on any longer!” Celestia stamped a hoof on the ground, startling the filly and colt at her feet to retreat backwards. “This disorganized chaos will only bring discord, and from discord, there is no success!” Her voice was raised as her eyes drifted calmly between Luna, Winter, Autumn, Spring and Summer. She then calmly sat back down. “Each of you fillies and colts will share parts of my ‘year’ and equally disperse your weather upon my land.”
“’My,” Questioned Luna with a certain amount of spite, then stepped towards her sister with anger. “Sister, ‘tis ours.” Celestia did not react to this.
“You rule the night, Luna, you do not rule the day. When it is time for night to fall, only then will you rule the lands, and that is only briefly, and under my consent and control.” Celestia held her head towards the brightly burning sun. What Celestia said was so, it happened. Celestia ruled all, and at night, it was Luna who had most of the control, at least until dawn. Luna was not happy with this, but she remained quiet. Each of the seasons alternated between covering Equestria with their graceful powers. However, each of them had a home. Everypony did.
Celestia and Luna lived in a grand building they constructed from earthly minerals; they dubbed it a “palace.” The seasons found peace in their-own places, far from each other, as to not cause chaos. They lived in the wild. Winter made her frozen paradise, nothing grew, the day was cold and the night was colder. Summer made his home in a warm environment that towards the center became covered in sand and select small dry scrubs. Spring created a sanctuary of flowers and warm days and cool nights, so many plants and animals frolicked there, happily and warm. The last was Autumn, he did not make his home anywhere, but sadly wandered from home to home, bringing death with each hoof step to plants, and repose to animals who instead wanted to prance with their friends and family.
Almost a century later, the ponies gathered all to one spot, and here was mass chaos because all four seasons quarreled for each of them to stop bringing their weather with them. Winter raged past summer and froze him in her wrath. At this, Celestia became angry and banished Winter from Equestria. Spring ceased to bring her weather, in pure fear of what Celestia would do, and the only one who continued, was Autumn. He killed the grass beneath his hooves and stared quietly with a gentle whisper to Luna, he disappeared as well, he went to Winter.
Winter and Autumn stayed outside of Equestria with their father, nothing grew, but it was always hot as if flames were burning brightly. Winter was slowly suffering where there was so much heat. She was now a full grown mare, and Autumn; a full grown stallion.
“My children, why have you come to me?” Their father said, his voice causing storms over head, his hooves cracking the earth with each step.
“Celestia hath banish me, and Autumn remained loyal!” Winter cried above the thunder and crashes. “All of us gathered to discuss our organization and she banished me for not calming my weather to keep me alive!” Winter blasted her weather around her and wheezed in agony. The more she tried, the warmer she became. Autumn gathered next to her and blew a strong wind, trying to fend off the heat from her. Winter raised her horn high into the air, using her magic to keep herself alive. Their father descended from the storm cloud, but gently, and landed in front of the mare and stallion. He trotted between them, and covered both in a feathery embrace, as Winter calmed herself and fell into a deep trance of sleep. Autumn was calm, but too weary to sleep. Underneath her father’s wings, Winter stayed alive, without worry of the heat that would melt her.
“Stay apart from each other.” The next thing Winter knew, she was back at her home, sleeping on a high mountain that was covered with frost. Autumn continued to roam, staying far from his siblings. Spring and Summer also drifted far apart. Celestia created a spell, Luna sorrowfully helped her with it. This spell made it impossible for any of the seasons to see each other, and they stayed miles apart. Celestia and Luna never came to see the seasons, but only glanced at them when they roamed Equestria in order to bring the seasons. The once timid summer was now furious, for he hadn’t seen Spring in centuries. He broke the spell by convincing Luna to let him see her one last time, since they had never gotten a proper good bye.
Once the spell was broken, the sad siblings ran to each other, wanting to feel the love of their siblings again. Celestia and Luna ran to them, their manes were blown back by the sheer force of the four seasons’ that mixed together. Celestia frowned; Luna panicked; and from the sky, an alicorns only a bit taller than the full-grown Celestia graced the earth with her hooves, as soon as she landed upon the earth, time stopped.
“Mother.” Celestia nodded in recognition, her and Luna were the only ones not frozen.
“Celestia, Luna, I am disappointed in you.” She said, her voice brought with it sadness. “My children are going to die, if you cannot keep them apart.”
“But, my mother, they are not happy! They weep every night to see each other once again!” Luna exclaimed, shortly after she said it, Celestia put a hoof in front of Luna. She looked at Celestia in remorse. She knew what came next: a stronger spell than before.
Their mother, father, Celestia and Luna touched horns and from the middle, a bright light, filled with every color imaginable in the center, radiated out with the light of a billion suns put together. From the light, a dart shot from the sky. This dart had wide spread wings. It was a cyan color, and the color darted higher and higher—and broke the sound barrier.
“A glance into the future.” Their mother’s voice resounded over the lands once more. The sound barrier created a large, loud explosion that shook the earth with the same force their father could. A bright rainbow dispersed from the cyan Pegasus. Luna and Celestia stared in awe, dumbfounded by the bright colors that broke time’s still. Everything became silent, as silent as morning dew that crept upon the Earth. Then a cry, a shrill cry was heard. Winter fell down to her forelegs, accompanied by the other three seasons. Each of them sobbed.
“Mother! What has happened!?” Luna exclaimed as she spread her large wings over the four seasons. “Sisters, brothers, why do you weep!?” She was in a full bloomed panic.
“Let them be, sister, let them rest.” Celestia said. Luna wept with them as her most beloved siblings faded like ghosts, and took off with the breeze. “If they are not happy alive—but apart, then they shall be happy dead—but together.” She comforted her crying sister. “Now, it is time for you to raise the moon.”
Their mother took off into the sky, four colors surrounding her, the four were Pink, Green, Orange and White. The colors carried a certain melancholy happiness. As she flew, the colors embedded onto her wings, and there, the four siblings lie, in eternal rest.
