Chapter 1
The three tribes
The Unicorns, the Pegasi and the Earth Ponies. Three species, all ponies were now living in the same land; Equestria. It was the perfect world. There was enough fertile soil for the Earth Ponies to grow their food, there was enough gems to satisfy the Unicorns and there was enough clear sky for the Pegasi to fly around in.
There were enough resources for them all to survive but no pony even thought about one thing. One thing that would affect every pony in the future. What happens… when everything runs out?
At the time every pony was too happy to care about such a thing given the fact that they were all unite in peace. Every pony except Princess Platina’s assistant; Clover the Clever. As soon as the idea came to her whist organising how the food would be shared out between the Joek family and the Fugl family she ran straight to the Princesses throne room. Clover barged into the room’s doors causing Platina who at the time was whipping a Fire Ruby with a cloth to jump into the air and almost drop the Ruby.
“Princess Platina!” Clover the Clever shouted from the entrance to the far end of the room
“I must speak with you now”
“My dear” asked the princess
“What in the name of harmony is wrong?”
Platina put down the Ruby and walked closely to the concerned-looking Unicorn.
“I have started to think about something quite concerning” Said Clover
Platina gasped
“My dear I know exactly what you mean”
“You do?”
“Of course I mean just looking at that hideous yellow and black armour that Commander Hurricane wears gives me the shivers”
“Oh! And don’t get me started on that awful pudding swirl hat pudding head wears” “Then again I guess it suits her name but still i…”
“NO!” Clover the Clever shouted
“That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about!”
“Then whatever is it?” asked Platina
“I’ve been thinking, we have all these great supplies, am I right?”
“Why of course” replied Platina
“Well, I’m wondering, what do we do when we run out of resources?”
The question was worth concerning about but the princess had an immediate answer.
“Oh don’t worry about it my dear” “We will be fine”
“Yes, we will be fine, but what about the ponies of our future?” “What will happen to them?”
“Well I guess it’s worth concerning about” “But I think we should worry about it nearer to the time”
Clover sighed “I guess your wright your majesty”
For many years Clover and Platina never forgot about that talk, the passed it onto Commander Hurricane, Private Pansy, Chancellor Pudding Head and secretary Smart Cookie but when that generation of ponies died the idea was blown away like sand on a beach. 1000 years later, the theory was proven wright.
