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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Origins: Prince Light of Equestria Part 1 
// by PrinceLight 
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Before Equestria was truly Equestria as we all know and love it today, there was an age where not many ponys were around, it was a gloomy era where the world was bathed in eternal night, and only the most basic of elements roamed this barren place. No pony alive, or dead, had ever seen, or even heard of the sun, instead relying on the small fires that sprouted up whenever an elemental of fire crossed	 by to guide them along there way. Their lives were filled with woe, and the only ruler that any of them had was a strange creature named Discord, who ruled with an iron fist of chaos and destruction. There, of course, were others, but none quite so in tune with what they actually were. There was Terra, a pony composed of stone, who had not moved from her spot since she had been found atop the highest mountain in the world. Then there was Agua, a mer-pony who settled at the bottom of the world, in the ocean, uncaring for the rest of the pony folk who lived out miserable existences on the land, or higher up in her own domain. Aeris, a pegasus as mysterious and confusing as Discord himself, unseen lest you had the eyes to see him, or the ears to hear when he crept up on you. Finally there was Flammus, the unicorn of fire that led his sprites to give what little light he could to the pony folk that lay, miserable in perpetual darkness. Flammus unlike the rest of his siblings, was the only one of the 4 who cared any for the other inhabitants of the land and did all he could for them, providing warmth, comfort, and a place in his domain to any who could survive the volcanic wrath that housed his molten form. 

This is how things were, 3 incredibly powerful beings, who did not care, 1 who ruled, and 1 who wished to help, but thanks to a curse placed upon him by the creature of chaos, could not leave his prison of fire and ash. All seemed as if it would continue on like this for eternity, with no hope of the world ever changing for the better. That was until a pair of young mare's managed their way into Flammus' home, their magic unlike anything he had ever seen before, taming, and walking through the volcano with molten rock bowing on all sides in their wake. They knelt before the elemental of fire, asking for his help in changing the land, but alas, he had to decline, unable to leave his home, lest he end up as his sister Terra had, frozen forever in stone by Discord's malevolent curse. 

These mares were heartbroken at the revelation, but Flammus' offered them what he offered any as powerful, he offered them a life in his domain, with the other elementals of flame, much less then himself, but sentient none the less. The white one readily agreed, but the one, pitch as the eternal night above, declined, and left the land of fire, not to be seen again in many a century. The white pony stayed with Flammus' and decades past, the young mare turning into a magical being that rivaled Discord himself under Flammus' tutelage. It had been many years, and once again the white pony approached the elemental of fire, and bowed, asking once more if Flammus might venture to the surface, and fight Discord. Once more he was forced to decline, but this time when he did the white pony approached, placing her horn to his molten flesh, which sizzled and smoked, until Flammus found himself encased in stone. He bellowed in rage from within his prison, cursing his startled student who assured him that he would break from the stone momentarily. Soon the stone began to crack, and from these cracks radiated a light more pure, and brilliant then any fire. The pony known as Celestia took a few steps back, and powered her head, her magnificently flowing mane blowing back by the sheer amount of force coming from the creature that now stood before her. Flammus stretched his now glorious silver wings wide, the equally silver horn upon his head shooting up a light that pierced the night air above his volcanic home. Celestia explained what she had done, giving up a part of herself, so that her teacher might be free from his prison, but as she spoke her mane began to whither, and the flames that had bowed around her began to lick her hooves and sides, her magic was fading, and the once glorious horn that shot out from her head began to crack down the middle. With a mighty flap of his glorious silver wings the Lord of Fire brushed aside the flames that dared to engulf his student, no, no longer his student, she had given part of herself to him, they now shared blood, sister was a more accurate term. After removing Celestia from the volcano to a safe place the mighty stallion of flame stormed across the land, every step leaving a trail of glorious fire and light behind him. He was headed straight for Discord, no longer Flammus Lord of Fire, now pure light that streaked across the land in an arc that made even Discord stop and stare at its wonder.