Alicorn Genesis

by Reedling

Rating: everyone
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Length: 968

A reflection by space itself

Dust, Light, The Dark. What do these aspects have but a meager purpose in the creation of life? A flicker of a new sun, the glimmer of stars, all fighting in a winding circle that rotates to survive even though it has never breathed. But there are unfathomable inhales and exhales on the dust flowing through my body. Am I in turn a living being? Do I in turn contain the struggles and emotions of each planet? I feel-I feel that I do…

Let me tell you a story you might've forgotten, or maybe you never questioned how Equestria came to be.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-19 20:37:22 UTC

New Color

It isn’t that I wanted to break the very rules I had known to be safe, but I felt there would be no reason to worry. There are many more planets and moons, I could just destroy the planet if need be. This was before I picked one out of the many specks of dust, before I had sent myself on an adventure to find I had a soul and emotions. The world I chose had just started out, only the smallest stages of bacteria had begun crawling out of the remnants of the deserts muddy puddles.

Then a part of me burst forth with a form I had never seen on any other planet. It was bright and colored strangely with hues I didn’t know the names to. As the creature awoke it rose up and stretched, giving a young cute yawn in the dry air. The arid sand whipped hard across its frame causing the newborn to wince and cry, then it gasped and reveled in the tears it had formed. Then the creature did something even I couldn’t expect. It began to make things, to mold the planet. I named her Prismia, after watching how she moved and thought. She had a very geometric crystal body,that inside held even tinier gems. In a way I felt she mirrored myself, and as Prismia sat under the shade of the trees she had recently made, she moved me even further. In a curious display of ingenuity she had chipped at one of her legs to hold one of the smaller colorful gems embedded in her. She dropped it in the white water, and its color began to seep into all of the water. “This is blue.” She remarked. Prismia began chipping away at so many holes one could visibly see though her leg. But Prismia didn't seem to mind, in fact she seemed to be showing even less excitement for her colored world.

That is when I truly became invested to this world. For Prismia, in all her time reshaping this world had overstepped her intelligence each day. One of these days there was but only a single gem she had not given to the world, she cared for its shape, its color so much that she claimed it as the most valuable in all her creation. I could not understand how Prismia had become so childish after such potential.   I tried to to understand even to reason with her,but as the arguments kept falling flat of persuasion she finally showed me her. Inside Prismia's gem laid a dormant being that she had claim to be her daughter. And who was I too object her daughter certainly mimicked Prismia’s shape.

Prismia was unsure of her daughter,though when she had finally grown too lonely, she let her daughter free from the gem. I hoped she could balance the emotions that Prismia had lost. She did for a time, until Aurael started to show a personality all of her own. She was naive and stubborn to Prismia’s ideas. She thought magic and friendship could fix everything. With a bit more time Prismia taught Aurael how to make physical things, and Aurael tried those techniques on herself with some success. Aurael’s ideals of emotions and harmony began to emerge in her new creations,and Prismia soon adopted her daughter's thoughts. They began to build and mold complex creature’s with desires and passions, that is when I should have crushed their world, and them as well. But it was my emotions that kept me from destroying everything they have made, I kept hope Aurael would get better. She had found the darkness to emotions ,the very thing Prismia feared.

She grew and grew, mutating into a dark cloud of miasma; it was because her creations had rejected her. They wanted to believe in their own ideas, they denounced harmony as silliness and a waste of time. So she grew into a sickness that her creations would later call The Lingerius Dubbi. How simple minded they where to believe Aurael's corruption was but a curse some vile Unicorn created. It was not merely  powered by the disharmony of her creations but also in their doubt. Soon she began to design creations of spite and anger.When Prismia tried to reason with her duaghter she met a presence that had claimed to be her father figure. Discord is what he commanded Prismia address him by.

He had been lingering inside Aurael since the moment she doubted her mother words, twisting Aurael's thought until he finally could control her. As a last ditch effort to keep her daughter from destroying all she had made  She sealed her in the only place she would be safe. Back into the gem where she first was born, to the symbol of love, in her heart. Now the dark thoughts had consumed not only Aurael but Prismia as well. After deciding too late I had ruined the lives of one planet I now began to gaze at the other creatures. Each had own cultures and architecture unlike other worlds I had seen. It was not right for me to end so many lives. So fled like a coward to the world I had contorted,and i promised not never interfere with another again.

That is until I felt the untainted power of Aurael once again in one whom calls herself, Celestia. She had a plan that could save not only Aurael but Prismia as well! But maybe I am rushing into this story too fast, maybe we should spend some time to understand just how Celestia was guided to the truth by seeing her parents.

Aurael’s favorite creatures where the pony-kind; They all had their own major capitals The Pegasi of Aethros, Unicorn of Ambalon and the Earth-pony of Hayberry.