“A long time ago,” A voice said in my head. “Before the moon had a mare, before the ruling of the two Sisters,”
“Before even Equestria had a name” The voice was all around me, a soft, bold feminine voice, penetrating the atmosphere around me. although my ears were full of sound, all that my eyes can see is a thick darkness.
That changed with her next sentence.
“There once was a battle, a feud between the inhabitants of the land.” My vision exploded with color, gray, blue, yellow, pink, green; so much green, most of the colors were ones that I had never seen before, then the colors started to move and form into objects. They started to move past me.
No, I was moving past them
I started to go faster until I was racing along, the streaks of earth tone colors streaking past me. I started to slow down and the streaks turned into mountains and valleys. I came to a stop in front of a mountain on top of a valley, a river rolled on in it.
It was beautiful.
“Earth ponies, who tilled the land and were industrious, provided the land with food.” I saw in one corner of a valley a small village erupt; farms sprawled across the valley floor. Water wheels along the river across the base of the valley, towers were built up, some with clock faces that shone to the ponies below.
“Pegasi, who with their wings flew into the sky to interact with the clouds, who in return for the food that the earth ponies raised, controlled the weather, and provided rain and water to the lands.” above the valley, in the blue abyss, I saw clouds shoot together to form a city. Factories upon this city puffed out clouds that fed the thirsty crops below.
“And unicorns, who with the magic that was naturally adorned upon their heads, protected the land from mystical beasts and curses. With their magic, a group of the most powerful unicorn sorcerers would raise the sun and moon” A mountain appeared, erecting from the ground to shadow the valley from the sun, then a castle grew from the side, its towers ran high, reaching for the endless blue spotted with clouds. On the highest outcropping, a glow rose and grew in power and light, the sun moved to bring the light right above the valley to shine on the valley floor.
“Although they might have worked together for survival, they did so with scorn” I saw many debates, conferences that should have remained calm turn sour and bitter, pointed hooves and name calling shouted in my ear, there was so much contention all around me. All of the interactions screamed loudly, filling my thoughts and vision.
And I could perceive all of it.
“Their disharmony brought not only sorrow, but legendary creatures of snow and ice, the Wendigos.” The shouting faded, and my vision shifted to the clouds to see horse-like ghosts, circling; wisps of cold spewing out from them.
“The colder the ponies were to each other; the colder the wendigos natural magic made the land” arguments turned to scuffles; scuffles turned to brawls. There were tears in the eyes of the ponies. My heart went out for them, I never had liked fighting.
“Our ancestors were among the earth pony nation, but unlike the rest, they did not think less of others, they had tried to be kind and courteous.” I saw an earth pony turn away from the fighting and try to stop the hate around him. To try to push out the Darkness and cold that was being shoved down each pony's throat. The sky had turned a permanent gray, signs of snow fall showed.
“Many scoffed at our first leader, but there were a few who joined him, a few that saw the signs and feared the worst lest ponies stayed on the path they were on.” One turned to many, but they were ultimately a fraction of the ones filled with anger
“Try as they might, peace could not be gained, and the hate turned against us. We were cast out from the cities, forced from our homes. We were laughed at, called traitors, as brother turned against brother, child against parent” I saw a great many ripped from their homes and thrown out in the cold. I expected to see hate and vengeance from the cast outs, but ,to my surprise, I saw (and surprisingly felt) their love and understanding for the rest, they looked disappointed more than anything
“But as the fighting continued the land became more and more desolate and covered with snow. We could not survive much longer without the warmth of civilization; we packed up and left. We did not look back.” My vision was swept up as I saw a somewhat large caravan move. As I watched, they started to move faster through the white valleys, faster, faster they moved. Slowly the snow turned to grass, but they did not stop there, they pushed forward. They faced many hardships, by the time that they stopped the numbers were visibly lower than what they had started with.
“We had traveled to a far, far land that was not touched by pony's hooves yet. We set up under a tall mountain that overlooked the land for miles around.” The mountain was a single mountain, a lonely mountain, the herd stopped in the shadow of it, and small shacks appeared. And they began to thrive.
“But the magic of the wendigos is not so easily beat by distance.”, the Proto town was blanketed with a light sheet of snow and the blue sky turned into gray clouds.
“Our communities were strong and our friendship true, yet we were cold and beginning to starve.” The voice had taken a dark tone.
“But” it said, “there was a sad hope.” My attention was directed to a small dark blue colt with short blue hair and a filly with a green coat and long red hair.
“Two little ponies, who’s love for each other was strong, knew they had to do something, they could not sit and watch as the families who raised them suffer. They would sacrifice anything for the ones they loved. They snuck off often, against the advice from anypony, to find food, on one of the hunts for food they journeyed into the mountain.
“In the mountain they found an ancient magic; a fallen star, no pony saw it, no pony wished upon it, its magic still in full. It poured into the rocks around it, changing the underground.” My vision sprawled across large caverns and long tunnels filled with gemstones and crystals. Populated by changed creatures, fusions between organic and stone. In the center of it all I saw The Fallen Star, a comet frozen in stone. The star had a large teardrop shaped gem that was a deep purple, with more than just a feeling I knew that this was the source. It just radiated from it.
“These two ponies sacrificed themselves to save the earth ponies they loved.” The two ponies both walked up to The Fallen Star, they stood in front of it, for a moment they looked into each other's eyes before embracing in what would be their last kiss.
A bright light enveloped them, my vision was nothing but white. When my vision cleared, I was looking at the star but not as it was before, the teardrop had turned into a heart. Sealed in a glossy tomb were the two ponies, forever locked in each other's hooves.
“No longer was the Star fallen, it was now known as: The Risen Love
“Because of these little ponies who loved everypony despite their differences, we survived, the harsh forever-winter raged on while we gathered underground. The Fallen Star is no longer unused.
“Its magic generously washes over us to remind us of the true and honest kindness and loyalty that The Two had for all. A standard for us to follow.”
“Now today,” it continued “thousands of years later, we honor the Two by living on and loving each other” the image of the Risen Love changed to a much more familiar scene; the Qural I call home. I saw a large cavern that had a city in it, a ginormous pillar was in the middle that had many, many rooms carved into it.
I lived in the pillar near the bottom.
My vision started to fade away to black, and I started to go numb, losing sensation. Vertigo took, and I was nauseous. My pain was unbearable.