The beginning
I woke up.
No, I existed. Suddenly I was there except that it wasn't that sudden. It seemed like I had always been there and yet I was somewhere I have never known. I exist, but where? I exist here, I think, but where is here? Here, is existence. There is no place, and there is no time, I simply am. What am I? I know not, but I can make it as I wish. I am now existence. The simple fact of presence, physical or not.
I am confused. For I know what I am, yet I don't know where. My surroundings never change. they are always the same for time touches them not. Yet I created time. Time which existed not, now does. I am more than existence, I am creation. I have created a means to measure one part of my place. Time is a linear means of measuring where you are in this existence, something in the nothingness of all.
There is nothing to see, nothing to smell. I have senses, I know they are there, what do I use them for? I use them to watch my creation, but what is there to watch when all I create cannot be seen? I have created "rock". Rock is something I can see, something I can watch from my existence. Something more than white. Something grey.
Rock alone never changes. Never deviates from what I have made it to be. I am curious so I play with this rock. How many different things can be created from something this simple. When I destroy this rock it makes smaller ones. These smaller rocks, these pebbles, flow like time when gravity takes hold. I have created "gravel".
Gravel is fun, but once it becomes gravel it doesn't turn back into rock. It is only a flowing rock, not something solid and impressing. I want to make something at all times both rock and gravel. Something that can be solid, but can also be less solid. I have created "dirt". Beautiful and brown. I have created color.
My creations are fun to look at, but they never change. They lack... life. My creations are static, boring, and lifeless. A fun toy to play with, but not something that is fun to watch. I reach into the existence around me an pull out life. I bless unto some gravel the gift of my existence and place that gravel into the dirt.
My life force fails. No creation arises from the life I gave unto those pale "seeds". I am sad, and I am angry. I pour anger into my creation, hitting it with aggressive heat. I have melted the center of my rock into something new, and red. This magma boils and bubbles, a perfect representation of my emotion. I become distracted by this new event.
As I play with my new creation it begins to get destroyed, to turn back to that which it once was. I create an atmosphere to preserve this newly found toy. To preserve this... "liquid". Yet despite my efforts, or maybe because of them, this "magma" returns to the rock form it began with.
I try and recreate this fun "liquid" substance, but this time I wish for it to stay. I manage to create one, this one blue. I have fun as I pour water over my rocks and dirt. I watch as it all goes down as far as it can, making pools, and lakes. I realize with a start, that my land has been covered nearly completely with this new "water". In my enjoyment with this substance have I destroyed most of the work that I previously put forth?
I become distracted as I see a new color on my remaining dirt. Something green, and not controlled by me, rises from the dirt. It is as beautiful as it is curious. I feel elated to see something alive, though I am not sure whether I helped create it or not. I will call this first life "grass" for all my creations need to be named. Else I become unable to tell them apart.
Startlingly I find that I have yet to name my greatest creation. I have given it many different things, and yet it all works together as one. I will name this great land earth, meaning color, and rock, dirt and water. Meaning life. I feel pride as I look at my complex creation.
Time passes and my creation begins to fall apart. Much of the plant life which has evolved withers into nothing. The rock begins to be cut by the water running steadily over it. I see magma, which I had previously thought gone, erupting from the middle of my oceans. These changes scare me, as they are not something I can control.
My earth, it changes often and changes constantly. I have grown to embrace this. As I look down at the complex world I feel compelled once again to create, but this time to make far more complex creations. I wish to create more forms of life than just the flora. I must add fauna to this place. To fill this purpose I have created "fish", interesting creatures that can fly through my water, can breathe my water, and rely entirely upon my water. It makes me happy to see my creations dependent on each other, coexisting peacefully.
My fish are out of control. They multiplied faster than I ever could have expected, filling my water with living bodies, taking it over. Their corpses covering the floor of my ocean. I hate myself, for I created carnivores to fix this problem. One of my creations has been made for the sole purpose of destruction, and it sickens me. I am both the creator and the destroyer.
My fish are fine now, while it sickened me to see so many destroyed I can now see death as a necessary part of life. That which lives must die and that which is dead must be cycled back again. Thus does the food chain work. I think I will rest for some time, as the only thing I ever see is this complex and aggravating toy.
I wake and go to check on my earth. I see, to my great surprise, life which I had never put there. There are creatures both in the sea and on the land which I have never before seen. As I wonder what had happened to that sparse life I had put on the planet I begin to see semblances of my creations in the creatures before me. As I was gone life had evolved. Oh what a wonderful discovery to make, as it holds the promise of so many more discoveries to be made.
In my observations I find that many of the creatures on my planet become tired and fatigued after a time of exertion. The creatures will often rest but none seem to rest at the same time. This begins to annoy me. I decide to gather all the light around me into a single point, leaving darkness in its wake. This sun will allow for me to control the sleeping patterns of all my creatures by controlling the time in which they can and cant see.
I notice that most of the creatures on the land are of the plant eating variety, and the population is beginning to get out of control. I resolve to fix this problem before it gets started and create fearsome creatures. Creatures designed as predators of the land. I feel a twinge of guilt for all the poor creatures who will stand in the path of my fearsome dragons.
My world is created and it supports itself, I feel content to lie back and watch what happens to this, my greatest of creations. As I watch the many creatures in the land I distinguish a small group of strange quadrupedal beasts. These beasts show an intelligence above that of the rest of my creations and I grow ever more curious as they devise new means of light and defense. They fear many of my predators but manage to outsmart many as well. I will call these creatures ponies and claim them as my own.
My little ponies continue to evolve, they no longer wander my earth in search for their food but build permanent shelters and allow the food to grow nearby. They stick together, unlike my other creatures, and when one of them becomes threatened or injured they all help that individual.
There has been an interesting development with my little ponies, one of them was recently born with a strange birth defect, the poor child came from the womb with a great bone sticking out of the front of her head. She was mocked through most of her childhood and attempted to smash the projection off when suddenly she began to float. Has she somehow connected to my power of creation? I will call her a unicorn, Melody, the first unicorn.
Many more unicorns have come forth from the offspring of Melody. I have no doubt now that they have tapped into my power of creation, though their strength with the power pales in comparison to mine. However, while I had watched and focused on the unicorns another new species has come from the ponies, this interesting mutant has wings and is capable of flight. I will have to look further into this because their wings are far to small for their body to attain flight.
I have found that all of my ponies are able to connect to my magic, is this in some way due to me claiming them as my own? I wish to learn more and think I will go myself to my earth so I can be among them and learn far better what they are like. I am quite exited.
My ponies worship me! Or rather I think they do. They speak some language they made up themselves and each morning I see them look to the sky and chant a prayer of some form. I am going to try and learn their language, for they interest me and I wish to know what they think of my marvelous world.
I deciphered the language of my ponies and was somewhat disappointed to hear the true meaning behind their morning prayer. Each morning they look to the sun and chant their joy, but their joy is not at the beauty of my world. Their joy is directed to the escape from the ugly darkness of my night. The oppressing blackness that fills their vision as the sun falls past their sight each evening. Now being here and looking up I can see why they would feel that way.
This night was a fun one to watch, I filled the dark sky with small pinpricks of light providing a show of beauty to my ponies who stayed awake past the sun. They have taken to calling these pinpricks "stars", a name I quite enjoy. They have also named the great orb I set around the planet, it is the "moon" and is more beauteous than the sun, though it only has a sliver of the suns light.
I love my ponies much more than my earth, I decided to create a corporeal body so that I could interact with and be among my ponies. My presence was so great however that I had to put it in two separate forms, I named them Celestia and Luna, the immortal Alicorns. Now I am Celestia and my sister Luna. We will attempt to sleep tonight, and in the morning approach my little ponies.
As the sun rose I and my sister approached the encampment of ponies of all races. We walked through their front gates and as they saw us they began to bow and worship us for our height and our appearance. While appropriate it made me uncomfortable, as I could see it was making my sister. They seem to insist on making us royalty, under the belief that we will protect them. We would do the same anyways but feel it would be a wonderful offer to accept. Tomorrow we will begin our leadership of the ponies. I only hope it goes well.
Twilight looked out of the window to see the moon well past its highest point. "Wow, have I really been reading all night, again?" she muttered under her breath, stowing Celestia's first diary back on the shelf. "Well, since it is nearly morning anyways I may as well go see if the Princess is ready for our lessons yet. I have a lot to talk to her about."
Twilight walked out of the dusty room, forgotten by time, shutting the door quietly behind her. Excited to see Princess Celestia and hear from her own mouth, the tales of the world recounted.