The Birth of a Regent

        A single moment in time. A single moment of space. That’s all there was.

But no. Those are wrong. Maybe a better way to describe it is by being abstract. Forget what you know about time and space. Pretend for a moment that you’re just entering a new world, your mind blank.

Think of time as a single point, as if it occupies a physical space. And then shrink that point of time into an infinitely small point, smaller than the point of a needle.

And think of space as the same way. There isn’t an infinitely big space. It’s infinitely small.

Forget about physics too. Those aren’t here either.

For you see, there was nothing except those two points. There was no space-time continuum. It was only time. It was only space.

It was before the beginning of the universe. It was before the big bang.

It was before anything.

Just time. Just space. Two points of infinitely small objects whizzing about in an infinite nothingness. The old saying that nothing is something doesn’t apply in this case.

It was nothing.

And nothing happened.

Nothing could happen.

But everything did happen. And when it did, it happened fast.

The two specks of time and space collided.

It was improbable. It was impossible.

It was a miracle.

In the second that the two objects collided, they merged, attracted to each other, yet also repulsed. The attraction was stronger, and they merged, mixed, and then...

Exploded.

Everywhere became reality. Time existed in that everywhere, binding it and bringing it together. Matter made from nothing. Literally made from space and time. The aftereffects of the mixing of two impossible components.

A small bubble of reality in an infinite chasm of nothing.

One thing led to another.

And to another.

Until...

Life.

The Birth of a Regent.

A MLP FanFiction

By: Listener

Written for the Unique Stories Contest.

Some say that the world began with a bang. Some others say the world started with a whisper. Some might even say with a song.

 And then there are the people that say that the world will end in the same ways. A bang, a whisper, or a song.

They’re wrong. The world began out of chaos. For what is more chaotic that an entire world just appearing out of nowhere? Something that had never been done before. Something that no one would have expected, if there was anyone there to see it.

And it will also end in chaos.

It popped into existence. One moment there’s nothing in the void of space. It just was. The next it just... was.

Of course, it wasn’t the Equestria that we know. Things changed in a normal, logical way.

In a land of chaos, Equestria was an oddity. It followed laws. It was regulated by a force unseen. One could call it chaos making something chaotic unto itself.

The ultimate irony for the universe. An analogy for the situation would be a master no longer being able to defeat the student. A bubble of organization, in a tumultuous sea, enraged with waves and winds.

As it followed laws that were natural unto itself , it shaped itself into what we know as Equestria. Even though the main body of the world followed natural laws, the outskirts of it didn’t. To this day, they are still changing, shifting. They form pathways to other worlds, other pathways. Many ponies would eventually go there, expecting to map the outer lands, only to find that the maps they had made with meticulous care were useless. They made it back out, to try to warn others.

If they were lucky.

But we aren’t there yet.

We’re still in the forming of Equestria. It was dark. It was cold.

It was uninhabited. Uninhabitable.

For what can survive in a world like that? What can survive in a cold, desolate place, without warmth and light? A world, that only by the slimmest of margins, was nonchaotic?

Time passed evenly in the world that had been created, but not for the rest of the universe. Some parts were already more than a millennia old, and still others were just seconds old, still blazing hot from the miracle that had occurred.

The universe stayed this way for a long, long time, if we measure time by the regular flow of time on the mass of land that just floated aimlessly. Chaos reigned, things appearing at random, disappearing after a while, and explosions and implosions that occurred from nowhere, and yet seemingly everywhere.

And all the while, Equestria remained alone.

Alone in the darkness.

You may say that it was just a planet, a continent, but it was so much more. It had evolved. No. Adapted is a better word. It took the chaos of the expanse it was in, and converted it into something more logical. More controllable.

More magical.

Magic. In it’s purest form.

And as you know, unguided magic tends to do, well, magical things. And in this case, it did something that was both chaotic and logical.

It made a sun.

To most scholars of the civilization that stemmed from this single event, the ball was just a ball of gas, burning hydrogen at massive levels to sustain its nuclear fission. It was a natural process.

It just was.

Nobody questioned it.

And nobody knew the truth, save for one.

It emitted heat. It emitted light.

Things that everyone needs. Things that are necessary for life, in the long run.

And with the sun, an entity came into being with it. It’s one we know well. One we know today.

One thing that scholars and astronomers never thought of was what if? What if we need to look at the sun from a different angle?

They never could imagine what they would find. The very concept of it would change modern thought process.

For the sun isn’t just a sun. It’s The Sun. The original.

The very place that the original life came from.

Someone that we know very well.

Celestia.