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// Preface 
// Story: Ponies: The Legend Begins 
// by DougtheLoremaster 
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Valued friends, gather around and listen to my tale of Ponies. In the time before time, the six tribes of Ponytorans were gifted the three virtues of Ponykind, by Celestia, the Great Being who created the island we call home; Celestia Nui. Those virtues were: 

	Unity. Duty. Destiny.

Utilizing these three virtues, the six tribes Ponytorans tamed and populated the six zones of the massive island. These regions were known as Wahis.
In Hon-Wahi lives the tribe of Honesty; the farmers and stone carvers. dwelling in the harsh conditions of the sandy desert laboring away with a smile beneath the unforgiving sun, they harvest and plant the land, providing crops to the whole of Celestia Nui. Along their region, you can see glorious monoliths and rock carvings; done in their spare time. 
The tribe of Loyalty, made their homes in the deep woods of Lo-Wahi, crafting homes and villages within the tops of the massive forest. Adventures and survivalists, they were known for being carefree and could often be seen racing across the canopies. The braver of them could be found venturing down to the unmapped forest floors always looking for their next thrill.
The tribe of Generosity made their dwellings within the massive glaciers of the icy tundras of Gen-Wahi. Not well-known for their humor, they spent their days fashioning designs of architecture and various fashion alike; often selling them to the tribes.
Those of Kin-Wahi belong to the tribe of Kindness. Dwelling along the coastal waters within their natural straw huts, of Kin-Koro they can be seen communing and working as one with the natural wildlife and flora. 
Those of the Tribe of Laughter can be found below ground. Though seen by other tribes as nuisances, they loved to party, and joke, and took mining very seriously; they carved out their homes in the loamy earthen stone caverns of Lau-Wahi that ran below the surface. In caverns of massive crystals, they spend their days mining the rocks, gems, and crystals used in various productions in the other Koros.
And within the fiery lava flows of Magi-Wahi lived my Ponies, the Ponytorans of mystery, of power, they are the Tribe of Magic. Knowledge seekers and scribes; the tribe lives in houses cast of hardened lava. They spend their free time scouring the writings and scrolls of the past, while the young surf upon the lava fields on top of lava boards.
We, the Ponytoran were grateful for Celestia’s gifts and sang her praises greatly; naming our island home in her honor. However, this only served to anger the sister of Celestia; Nightmare, and she grew jealous of her sister’s fame. In a fit of rage, she cast a horrible spell and caused Celestia to fall into a deep sleep; leaving Nightmare free to unleash her shadows of the night. And unleash them, she did.
The Shadows ran rampant across the land, capturing and enslaving the Ponytoran forcing them to wear infected masks, making them work for and worship Nightmare. But even in the darkest night, in the face of extreme hardships, the remaining free Ponytoran never lost hope.
For legends told of the Toa; six mighty Ponies that, utilizing the elements of the land, would arrive to save them and banish the Shadows of Nightmare. Awakening the Great Spirit, Celestia, they would cause the sun to shine across the land, once more.