An endless ocean of sand stretching out in every direction, a golden sea unto the horizon. As the winds blow through this endless desert, crystalline grains of sand begin to shift and follow the winds. As they shift and change, from the sky a single ball of light began to descend. It made its way to the ground, stopping before it reached the sand, merely floating there as if waiting for something. Then as quickly as it came, it took off floating towards a small monument of sorts among the sands. In this small patch of desert there are many small stones sticking out from the sands, like small tombstones of men lost forever amidst the limitless expanse. The light passed through the small group of monuments towards a small hill looming above it. As it makes its way to the top it began to flicker and spark, occasionally giving off a bright flash of light. Once it made its way to the top, it flashed one final time, brighter than any of the others, blinding everything nearby with its brilliant intensity, then disappeared…
Where the light used to be, a figure now resided. A small figure, equine-shaped, though cloaked entirely in purple colored robes. Her body was completely covered giving no glimpse of what she might be beyond the form the robes were hugging to, the only part of her that was visible was her eyes, which were as purple as her robes were as well as a purple horn that was poking of of the darkness of the hood, though the rest of her face was shadowed.
The purple figure got to her hooves and began making her way through the sands towards a strange altar she saw at the bottom of the hill. She slid down the hill on her back hooves, making sure to keep balance with the front. As she made her way to the bottom she saw a small light that seemed to floating in mid air. When she got closer to the light she realized that it seemed to be some sort of glyph, though it was in ancient writing, long lost to the sands it now inhabited. When she approached the glyph it began to shine brightly and started swirling around her. The light from the shining glyph began to seep into her body. She felt an indescribable feeling of warmth as the light filled her up, reaching every part of her body, though it seemed greatest around her horn though.
After the glyph ceased to shine its otherworldly light ‘Purple’ felt a strange sensation as the warmth she had felt earlier now seemed to be surging around inside her, moving about and concentrating in one place. Eventually the feeling of it being concentrated was too much too bear any longer. Trying to think of a way to free it, the horn that had been poking out of her hood lit up with a purple colored light, which crackled and flashed with energy. The light from her horn flashed once and a small wave of energy surged outwards from her body in every direction, and the glyph that she had absorbed appeared over her head. The wave of energy only expanded outwards for a short distance of about a few feet, after which it dissipated and phased out of existence. The sand it had touched though seemed to almost come alive when the energy touched it, where it had been worn down and crushed over the centuries it seemed to clear up and shine.
After the wave dissipated, Purple began scanning her surroundings to see if there was anything in this desert. She looked high and low in all directions, and then...she saw it. A light brighter than any she had ever seen, brighter than the glyph and the flash that had birthed her combined. It must have been a very sizable light as she could plainly see it on top of a towering mountain in the distance. The next thing she realized though, she felt a strange feeling inside her, as if the light was calling her, beckoning her to walk towards it, climb the mountain to it’s peak and claim the light as her own. She felt that unless she did as the light asked, it would not leave her alone, almost as if this was her purpose in life. She knew now that she needed to do this.
Purple made her way down the steps of the altar and began walking towards the light. She came upon a dune and began climbing it, grains of sand being displaced and sliding down the dune with each step. As the dune became steeper, she needed to take bigger steps as her hooves began to sink into the sandy hill, and it became tougher to pull them out for the next step. Once she reached the top of the dune, she could see a group of ruins in the distance. Knowing that the light was not going to go anywhere as well as the fact that the ruins were on the way, she started walking towards the ruins.
As she made her way through the ruins, she felt a tugging feeling, as if something were pulling her to the center. She navigated the ruin's hallways and corridors and reached the source of the tugging, which was a large open room in the center of the ruins. The first thing she noticed about the room was another light on a pedestal in the corner. She moved towards it, and as she did it began to flash as the other light had, giving off brighter and brighter flashes as she got closer. When she reached it, it acted exactly like the first, giving off a final flash before approaching Purple and encasing her in its glow, seeping into her very being. This light was no different from the others, though it came with something the others did not have, a scarf which looped itself around her neck and billowed in the desert breeze. Upon inspection of the mysterious scarf, Purple noticed the scarf was covered in runes similar to the ones she had seen on the first glyph. These were different though, they were not the same markings she had seen in that glyph.
While she was pondering these new runes which adorned her similarly new scarf, she noticed a strange looking wall out of the corner of her vision. When she approached the wall, she realized something was off, it was as if something was supposed to be there but wasn’t. While Purple pondered this dilemma, the small monuments surrounding the wall began to resonate, and Purple began to feel another strange feeling arise from her body. The strange force was pushing itself up through her on it’s way to her horn...she did not want to try and stop it, lest she prolong the feeling, so she let it go where it felt it needed to go. When it reached her horn she felt the feeling pushing to come out, until it blasted out in a bizarre magical beam. The beam struck the wall with great force, yet as it did something marvelous happened. The wall which had been previously blank and lifeless suddenly sprung to life, pictures and images appeared from nowhere, as a beautiful scene unfolded before her eyes. The wall depicted a civilization of creatures similar to her in many different colors, living in small settlements and towns frolicking in each others company. They all seemed to be making some sort of pilgrimage towards the very mountain she was walking towards. The strangest thing she noticed was that there was no sand anywhere to be found, the desert did not even exist. Purple realized the mountain must hold some significance to whoever her kind were, though she had no idea as she had never seen anyone else like her before.
After learning all the wall had to teach, Purple put it behind her as she continued through the ruins. She made her way through the corridors until she was out in the desert sands once more. The breeze from the winds felt very soothing on her face, and she set her sights on the mountain once more and began to walk. Bit by precious bit, she inched closer to the mountain, each step taking her a tiny bit closer to her goal, as well as answers to the questions the wall had posed. Who were her kind? Where did they all go? Why was she the only one left? Why did her kind seem to hold the mountain as something of religious importance and make pilgrimages to it? Purple hoped these questions would be answered once she reached the mountain, though at the rate she was going, it would be a long while before she got her answers...