The Glorious Sun

The past of Equestria is obscured by time. The most ancient of beings can only remember to an age where the land was gray, and everlasting dragons dominated the land. In this eternal twilight, there was no death, no growth, no decay. It was time immemorial, and history had no meaning.

But one day, the sands of time began to flow, and there was disparity. The first fire was ignited, far below the ever-watchful gaze of the dragons. From this fire, the first souls of equinity emerged. There was the Light, and the Dark. Chaos, and Harmony.

Light, the brightest of the four souls, was claimed by the elder of three sisters, and she came to harness the power of the sun, and fire.

Dark, the most intangible of the four souls,  was claimed by the second sister. In time, she wielded the power of the night, and the shadow.

Harmony, the calmest of the four souls, was claimed by the third and youngest sister. She wielded the soul carefully, discovering wisdom and patience.

It was the youngest sister that suggested they split the fourth soul, Chaos, between them. She realized Chaos would require careful supervision in order for its power to stay in check. But before they could do so, a cunning everlasting dragon interrupted them. He claimed the soul for himself, oblivious to its true potential.

As He touched Chaos, His form was rent asunder, and He became a monstrosity born of pony and dragon kind. The dragon was marked, His body and soul tarnished. He was Discord, the first demon.

The youngest sister collapsed, the essence of her soul shattered by the brash dragon. Harmony both shared and derived its power from Chaos, and as the dragon was ripped apart to form a new being, so was she. Earth, Air, and Magic; the base elements of the world. The young sister became the first of pony-kind.

With their sister gone, the two remaining sisters were forced to collaborate with the abomination, and he with them. It was decided that the remains of the youngest sister would be spirited away, so that they would withstand the coming fight. Together, the three beings, brandishing the power of gods, fought and overthrew the everlasting dragons.

Celestia, harnessing the strength of her sun, smote the dragons with fire and brimstone; their scales were sundered, their skin blackened.

Luna, collecting her darkest magics, overwhelmed the weakened dragons. Their eyes were blinded, and their senses dulled.

Discord, with his trickery and knowledge of his brethren, spread death and disease, utilizing Chaos as only he could. He dealt the final blow, overpowering the depleted dragons.

Behind the three, the power of Harmony drove them, tempering their furious determination into a single, cohesive trio.. The sisters fought for those they had left behind; Discord, to sever the bonds of what he had lost.

The small creatures that held the shattered fragments of Harmony were quick and wry. They soon escaped their confinement, multiplying as they spread. They roamed distant lands, searching for a land to call home. They formed tribes, and from tribes, nations. They fought. They prospered. They grew.

When the three gods completed their task, with a mere handful of the weakest dragons left, they returned to where they had left their charges. The sisters were shocked to see their ponies had gone, and were left to grieve without the remains of their dearest sister. Discord, in his apathy, provoked the sisters. The three argued and fought, soon waging war over both the land they had won and the fate of the youngest sister’s remains. This schism lasted for centuries, with battles fought on and off for centuries. Without Harmony, the trio was doomed to a lengthy, bloody war.

The feud culminated with the imprisonment of Discord, frozen in the same everlasting stone that had once armored his brothers. The sisters, their victory hard won, spent years searching for the remnants of Harmony. They found the remnants in their self-proclaimed nation, Equestria. The sisters adopted their roles as leaders, embracing what Harmony had created in their absence.

The history of Equestria, as we know it, starts here.

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Following the banishment of Nightmare Moon and the events that followed, Equestria began to change. The fire that had fueled the gods’ power for millennia was fading, and the Royal Sisters struggled to find a solution.

Discord, once more accepted by the sisters, attempted to use his soul to recreate the first flame and extend their power. Alas, by its very nature, Chaos refused to be sacrificed. Instead of creating a new flame, Discord was once again rent apart, his body and spirit reduced to the basest of forms. With no recourse to save Discord, the sisters were forced to deliver his desecrated corpse to Tartarus, where he could do no harm.

With little time remaining, the Royal Sisters were forced to make a choice. Luna made the suggestion to wait and see what would come of the fading light. Celestia, in desperation, refused to wait for an uncertain future. In unusual rashness, Celestia traveled to the hearth of the first flame, leaving Luna behind. Upon finding the dull embers of the fire, Celestia used her own soul in a vain attempt to rekindle the dying flame.

She succeeded, but only just.

The world had been in an unsteady balance after Chaos and Harmony were remade. The imbalance caused by the destruction of three of the original souls wrecked havoc in Equestria, throwing the land into a fragmented twilight and destroying any concept of time - and so began the decline of the world, to its original state. Harmony, spread throughout the population of Equestria, was lost.

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It has been twenty years since that fateful day. Though, that is only what I have felt. Others have likely experienced centuries of this disconnected land, while others may just be waking to this nightmare. My own body has felt little of the ravages of time, but my mind weighs heavily on me.

My friends... I haven’t seen them in a long time. But it has been no time at all.

One day, I will find Celestia. I will fix this. Or I will hollow trying.