“Please, Oh great and beautiful moon! I wish for a stallion that will be accepted by my clan!”
A brown coated mare with bright green eyes wished on the full moon. She wore gypsy clothing and tears glistened her eyes. The moon did not answer her plea.
For the next few full moons the mare returned to the top of the mountain and gazed upon the face of the moon. Tears glistened in her eyes, as the moon was reflected in them.
“Please oh beautiful moon! Here my plea! Give me a stallion that will be accepted by my clan!”
The moon once again was silent to the earth pony’s plea. The mare turned to leave once again to try again next month when a bright flash blinded her temporarily. The Princess of the Moon stood hovering above.
“Thou hast wished long and hard. We will grant thy wish.”
The mare’s face twisted into joy, as she was about to run down the mountain in glee, the Princess stopped her. The Princess’s eyes were aglow with power.
“In return mortal, thou wilst relinquish thy first child you have with him to Us!”
The mare only nodded happily.
“Yes, yes of course my Lady! It will be done!”
The Princess’s eyes twisted into a sorrowful gaze. She knew the consequence of such a wish. This mare would never truly care for the foal that would surely be born.
~A~
Months passed and the gypsy mare had given birth. She was worried about what her husband would think. The foal was a little girl, a filly. That was not the problem though, it was the fact that the filly was purple. The filly had lavender eyes, and worst of all it was not an earth pony. It had both wings and a horn!
Her mane was a dark blue with a lighter hue stripe next to a purple pink stripe. She held none of the colors of the original parents!
Her husband came into the tent. His coat was brown like hers. A mane black as a barren night, it contrasted so much with her light brown mane. She had hidden the filly under a red blanket.
“Honey, please…” she begged weakly. She hadn’t had enough time to come with an excuse on the colors of the foal.
“There is nothing to be afraid of darling.” The stallion said as he nuzzled his wife. He then removed the blanket that hid the filly. The stallion dropped the blanket in surprise.
“What is this treachery!” he demanded pointing an accusing hoof at the filly who was sleeping soundly next to her mother.
“I can explain!” she pleaded with him.
“No! I understand perfectly thou treacherous snake! Thou hast cheated on me!”
The mare shook her head vigorously. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the retreating back of her husband. She looked uncertainly at her filly.
She sang a lullaby to the sleeping filly, and dread filled her heart. What would her husband do? She had to explain about the promise she had made to the Princess of the Moon.
“Thou wilst die!”
The mare turned around to see her husband wielding a knife in his mouth. She didn’t have enough time to react as she screamed, the knife cutting through her like butter.
The scream woke up the filly, and she began to cry. The stallion looked disdainfully at the foal. A creature he considered an abomination. Not wanting to feel like a monster by killing a filly that had only symbolized the treachery of his deceased wife, took the filly in his mouth.
He ran out of the house with the filly, and he carried it to the top of the mountain. The stallion had often seen his wife come here to pray. He abandoned the filly onto the mountain top. The full moon shown brilliantly down on the barren top, illuminating the filly.
The stallion frowned and ran down the mountain. He would have to bury his treacherous wife and move on. He didn’t want to live here anymore.
A brand of moonlight touched the filly. Her crying stopped, and she looked up to see the Princess of the Moon hovering above her. She waved her forearms at the stranger.
The Princess held a small smile. She was slightly depressed at what she had done. She picked the filly up in her magic and brought her close to nuzzle.
“We shall name you Twilight Sparkle for thy mane reminds Us of the time between day and night, and thy coat sparkles in this moonlight.”
Twilight giggled and wrapped her forearms around the Princess’s muzzle.
~A~
“Little Sister what hast thou done!”
“We merely granted a wish!”
“This child, she is unnatural!”
“We care not!”
~A~
Days passed and the Moon Princess’s jealousy grew. Her elder sister had forbidden that her child be revealed to the public. Only the guards and workers of the castle knew of the action the Moon Princess had done.
“Twilight, Our elder sister does not understand. She basks in the glory of her kingdom. It is our kingdom! Are We not good enough for Our subjects?”
The Princess nuzzled the filly with a frown. She looked up from the filly a dark expression on her face.
“We will make Our elder sister understand!”
Darkness crept over the Moon Princess. It devoured her body and her appearance turned frightening. Twilight began to cry.
“Worry not dear child, this kingdom will also be yours!”
The Princess of the Sun was walking down the hall. Her white feathers trembled. Her little sister had been acting differently. She heard the wailing of a filly. The pony still did not care much for a creature born of magic.
She opened the door to the filly’s room. Towering over the cradle was some dark creature that looked like her sister.
“Thou hast finally appeared, elder sister. We will take back what is Our’s!”
The dark creature attacked the pony.
~A~
The white pony tiredly walked into the filly’s room. This was the only part of the castle that had not been destroyed. Her little sister had planned well and in the grips of her madness had managed to cast a protection spell over the room.
The Princess looked down on the sleeping filly. She had managed to cast a sleeping spell. Her sister’s power had been more powerful the more she cried. The Princess had managed to banish her sister to the moon. Now, all was left was the filly.
She was convinced she had caused the transformation, but as the Princess gazed down at the sleeping filly she saw something else. Greatness, kindness, honesty, optimism, generosity, and loyalty: The elements. She vaguely remembered the elements telling her something as she wielded them against her sister.
The room began to shudder and some cement crashed to the ground. The protection spell was disintegrating. She could not reveal Twilight to the populace. Destruction would certainly occur to the government. More than this revolt did.
She had enough strength to do this one spell. Everything had to be perfect in a thousand years. She would plan and plot to make it so. Her sister would return and most likely try to claim what was hers, Twilight.
“May the heavens protect and watch over you. May the heavens watch over us all.”
Her spell wrapped around the filly and in flash of brilliant gold she had disappeared.
~A~
The filly appeared in the same room. It was different. Vines crept around the walls and webs littered the corners and ceilings. A hoof with a golden shoe covering it stepped closer to the filly. Twilight looked up to see a brilliantly white pony.
“Welcome, my little pony. Come. I will prepare you for the future.”