In the beginning there was but an idea.
And the Creator spoke Let there be light; Let there be a sun to warm the lands at day and a moon to soften the darkness at night, with stars to guide the souls that are lost and keep them company on their way.
And as the Creator said it, it appeared, a sun illuminating one side of the realm and a moon and stars filling the emptiness of the other side.
And the Creator spoke Let there be land; a country yet unexplored, but continually growing, with forests and mountains, both good and bad, and a place somewhere for every type of terrain; let there be towns and cities across the land, and the capital right in the center; and let there be another, smaller town close to it, a quaint place for things to happen that wouldn’t happen anywhere else, a place of fate.
And as the Creator said it, a bustling city appeared, built in the side of a mountain; and like the city did also a small village appear, far enough to be separated from the city, but close enough that either be seen from the other one. And from those places the country began to stretch; a dark jungle to one side, a unnatural place beyond anyone’s control, and a lighter, friendly forest to the other side; mountains and mountain ranges divided swamps from deserts, towns from plains, the wastelands of the south and the frozen lands of the north from the thriving land in between. And finally, on both sides of the country the sea appeared, and ocean stretching towards the horizon, bringing the wind and holding promises of unknown secrets and treasures.
And again the Creator spoke Let there be life; let there be creatures, both big and small, peaceful and violent, wild and tamed; let there be creatures from myths and legends among the normal ones; beings old as the land itself, monsters larger than hills and other ones that even legend doesn’t know, hidden away in remote parts of the world; let them be that they may one day be discovered.
And as the Creator said it, the land began to teem with critters and creatures, big and small; bunnies crouched in the meadows and ducks swam on ponds; mythical creatures lurked in the darkest shadows of the jungle, little more than a glow of yellow eyes and dragons hid in the caves of the tallest mountains, guarding their hoards of priceless treasures.
And once more the creator spoke Let there be two guardians in my image, two sisters to guard my creation; let there be one to raise the sun and one to raise the moon, one to watch the day and one to guard the night and they shall become loved and adored by all of their subjects.
And let there be a people the Creator spoke to take care of the land and its creatures; let there be three races, each with a part of me and each with their strengths and flaws, so they may rely on each other and learn to grow together; each shall have a sign of their talent to guide them, but each shall find and recognize their place in life for themselves; let them be creatures of friendship and harmony; let them care of their land and its creatures, and work together to control even the weather and change the seasons.
And as the Creator said it, the sun and the moon began moving, pulling night and day along with them; and two figures stood on the tallest tower of the capital, two regal equines with horns and wings; one was a brilliant white with a pink, flowing mane and the other, smaller one was midnight blue in color, with a flowing mane of lighter blue;
Both were watching the city come to life as new creatures appeared; all across the country smaller ponies appeared in the town and cities and at isolated houses in between; some of the ponies had wings, while others had horns protruding from their foreheads and others again had neither of both; every pony but the youngest had a symbol emblazed on either flank, showing to the world where their special talent lay, and the symbols were just as diverse as the bright colors of their fur and manes; they had large eyes full of emotion and wore friendly expressions on their faces.
And the Creator observed the ponies’ bustle and spoke Let there be heroes for the land; let there be heroes to save their world from perishing, heroes that stand up to any danger that may arise; let there be heroes, to inspire the souls of every being in the land and of those beyond this realm; let there be heroes, with flaws to overcome and fears to face, with problems they cannot solve, but try to nonetheless; let there be heroes, to discover Friendship and Harmony anew, every time it wavers in the country; let there be heroes, and let them be friends, friends that share each other’s highs and help each other through lows; let them be different, as diverse as they can be, let them have arguments and differences of opinion, and let them overcome all of that and themselves, to learn and grow through each other;
And let there be more ponies, not heroes, but special nonetheless; let there be ponies, unassuming at the first glance, and hiding in the crowd; let them inspire those who take notice of them, let them grow in the imaginations of others until each one is more than a single pony could ever be, but still nothing more than a normal pony at the end of the day.
And as the Creator said it, seven lights began to shine in the land below, and receded to show six small fillies, each one born into a different family, and one egg sitting lonely in a secluded cave; and small lines of the light spread out, spanning between each of the seven for a short moment, until the light faded, leaving no traces of the bands of fate connecting the seven;
Only a moment later new lights began to appear, not quite as bright and clear, but instead several dozen spots all throughout the towns and country; the new lights receded and gave way to other small foals; a small white filly with an electric blue mane; a young colt with fur and mane in unassuming shades of brown; a small pegasus filly, taking in the world from misaligned eyes, and more of the sort.
The Creator looked down at the land with a smile, and finally spoke one last time Let there be change; let there be secrets old and new, waiting to be discovered, new places, creatures and treasures; let nothing be forever and nothing be set in stone; let there be inconsistencies, small details and ever new things to explore in the world; and let ever new challenges arise, trials and problems, small and big, unexpected and mundane.
And as the Creator said it, the words washed over the land and covered it in magic, distorting it for just a second in some places; and where the words had been the land itself became magic, and carried an indistinct feeling of adventure.
Only after the Creator had said all that she opened her eyes again, looking up at the ones before whom she had been called; and without another word she gave a polite bow, turned around and left, for she knew that they would not make a decision yet; and the Creator went home, smiling and without anxiety, for she had no doubts about her vision.
And the Creator waited patiently for a time until one day she received the message; it told her that other Creators would join her in the project, and that her vision would soon become a reality.
And when the Creator had received the message she turned back to the machine she had been sitting at and looked back at its screen; she watched the different conversations taking place and kept her eyes on some of the participants; they didn’t know yet that they would become parts of something new, help it grow and thrive; she saw the hundreds of different people, from all ages and countries, who would find new sense and inspiration in the world she created and who would help change the lives of thousands of people for the better.
And Lauren Faust smiled.