The Pony with Two Souls

At the beginning of time’s tune, sung a duo of spirits.

The first: A beam of star light that graced the planet with its presence- and in all of its glory: created ponies, dragons, griffons, hippogryphs, and all creatures, flora, and fauna.

It must be noted, that the spirit of light was particularly fond of ponies. Taking the extra bit of care and precision with their unique designs. Some given wings, others with magical horns. Some bulky and strong, others slender and elegant. Yes, it was undeniable that the light spirit made ponies in her own image.

The second spirit sprung from the void, and despite his rugged exterior, he served a wonderful purpose. The monotony of perfection grew displeasing to the spiritual nature of this world, and while the beaming light was bright and vibrant, it could grow quite old, quite soon. At first, the spirit created trouble, turmoil, and mischief. Taking the light spirit’s rain, and turning it into thunderstorms. Taking the peaceful insects and transforming them into locusts. Tearing the sun from the sky and replacing it with a similarly glowing orb that, ironically, offered little to no light to this planet.

So, the void spirit would bring about the darkness, kindly allowing creatures to get some much needed rest. And, when their purpose had been served, and they were prepared to be reborn… he created death.

With this ‘death’, he also brought about a sense of chaos. And because not all his attributes were good, many creatures feared the void spirit, neglecting the positive aspects of his darkness and their eventual rebirth. They were not appreciative of the break in the tedious nature of their lives, for perhaps they could not comprehend… how soul-crushing monotony can become.

In time, the spirits had grown weary of their own monotony. Working tirelessly to please unappeasable creatures.

This world could become self sustaining… a bit of magic and a few special creatures to protect this place- there would be no need for the spirits to stay. They could move on, no longer plagued by the discontentment of their beloved creations.

The light spirit thought back to her early days of creating, at the start of this new planet. And in her warmest memories settled on a form. Two ponies, each with a horn, and a pair of wings. Each strong enough to topple an army of troops.

The first was slender and tall, with a messy pink mane on her head. Hearts printed on her flank, her gentle blue eyes complimenting the grey coat she’d been made with. The light spirit created her as a vision of Spring time. A pony to spread new life and love. To encourage growth and good times.

The second was a lightly-colored orange pony, small and plump. Her flank was painted with the vision of falling leaves. This pony was created in the spirit of Fall. One to encourage unity, fertility, and thankfulness in the hardest of times.

The two were quite a pair, but in looking over their creation, the spirits realized they needed something more…

The next two ponies were a collaboration between the light and void spirits. Something that had never been done before. Something they once thought to have been impossible.

The first was created almost entirely in the light spirit’s image. A white mare with a mane that glimmered, even in the darkness. Tall, with a wingspan of serval times herself. And a horn that looked to be disproportionate. She towered over all other creatures.

The second was obviously a smaller copy in the inverse. A deep blue, nearly black, mare with a mane that was littered with the dust of the stars. This mare was touched by the void spirit… she was his first ‘creature’.

While the first pair, were powerful, these two were something else entirely… the spirits dwelled within their souls.

See, the spirits themselves touched them. Not in a metaphorical sense, but quite literally. And in doing so, left a part of them behind within these final creations.

“So, my lovely four mares.” The ponies looked up at the spirit, in awe of its beauty. New to this world, and new to existence. Though, somehow they knew she was addressing them. “It is your duty to protect this place. The two of you,” she gestured to the Spring and Fall mares. Earning sheepish grins from the pair. “Will be referred to as Maidens… and unfortunately you will not live forever- but you may choose who your power goes to when your time has come.” They seemed to understand… as if their fate was even a bit undecided. They were content.

“As for the two of you…” the void spirit spoke. “You have a bit of us within you, so… while your physical forms may not live forever… your souls will always remember and return.” They were like sisters, the way the pair looked at each other so knowingly. “So long as this place has a face, your power, and your souls will walk it.”

“And the seasonal power, that is yours to do with as you wish. Please let your spirits guide you.”

As the spirits left, the world grew colder, not knowing what they had lost…

Though, ever the mischief maker, the void spirit could not resist the addiction of creation. Having formed a single pony, he knew he could do more… something of his own, without the light to weight it down.

So, while the light spirit ventured out toward their next destination, the void spirit stayed behind… if only for a moment.

The issue was, as expected, that the void spirit was not all the great at ‘creating’… or rather, creation in the way that his counterpart was.

So, as he racked his brain for what to leave behind as his magnum opus. He could only think it disjointed animal parts.

A talon, a paw, a tail, maybe a few… horns, maybe a hoof, more like a reptile or more like a mammal. This was all very difficult to decide upon… And in his confusion he had created something so horribly disfigured… that it was perfect.

With a brush of his hand, he blessed the strange and unique creature with his chaos… and without any explanation or another word… he was gone.

The creature was cold now, with no direction. Small, meek, and itching for destruction… just as his creator was.