Thirty Minute Pony Stories

It began with darkness and silence. There was no sound, for there was no one to hear. There was no light for there was no one to see.

Just darkness and silence.

And then there came a spark - a tiny sputtering insignificant light. Over time this spark grew stronger and grew and grew further over time becoming as a great flame.

This flame named herself Sun.

But Sun was lonely, for now that she existed, she knew that there should be others - others to share her bright warmth and to befriend her.

And so, as a mother would, she bore companions from herself. Companions that were of different sizes and shapes and colors. And over time, the companions - who she named ‘worlds’ - swept away from her and took places of their own. There they danced for Mother Sun’s pleasure. 

And Mother Sun was honored.

And as they danced, they took upon themselves their own identities - some covered themselves in cloud, others surrounded themselves with rings, to make themselves unique. Some stayed close to Mother Sun and bask in her warmth. Others  -  finding Mother Sun’s warmth too stifling -  cast themselves further away. Many bore children of their own, called ‘moons.’

But it was the third world that differed from the others. For on this world, there was something new and precious that no other world could boast of.

Life.

For this child was just far enough away from Mother Sun that her fire was the perfect warmth - not close enough to stifle and not far enough to chill.

As had been with Mother Sun, this life began as a tiny spark. But soon, under Mother Sun’s kindly warmth, this life began to grow and grow. Soon enough, this life had matured to its full potential. There were many, many types of life, and all different, as Mother Sun’s children were. But one form of life grew above the others and became masters of this third child.

They called themselves ponies.

And yet, even in their sameness they were different - one strode the ground, one the sky and one could control forces beyond the others. And these races - these ponies - multiplied and multiplied further still, until they were of all the world.

They were a short-lived people. They would appear and then - as if a moment had passed - would vanish to be replaced by another.

And then one day came the Two.

Mother Sun would turn away from her third sibling for a very short period to view her others and would then return. This would create a time of darkness. The ponies were at first afraid as the darkness came, but soon learned that this was but temporary and Mother Sun would always return.

Soon they began to believe that spirits of their world created these times of light and darkness,  which they called ‘day’ and ‘night.’ Their belief brought life to these spirits whom the ponyfolk named Celestia and Luna. Unlike the other ponyfolk, these two spirits did not vanish over time, but remained - the ponies belief rekindling them.

At first Mother Sun was offended, but then realized that when they honored the spirits they were honoring her as well, though they did not know it, so she allowed these spirits control over the light and dark times of their world.

And so it continued on this third world with Celestia being the sun and Luna the moon, as the world continued to dance around Mother Sun as did its brethren. But soon, a tiredness came upon Mother Sun and her children. The dance has gone on for untold ages and the dancer’s feet were growing heavy. Even Mother Sun was beginning to feel chill.

This was most felt on the third world and by its ponyfolk. They began to fade away as Mother Sun pulled her shawl closer to herself to hold in her warmth. They faded all the faster because of this, until the world was barren, even the spirits having been taken by the cold. Mother Sun was shocked by what she had done and threw open her shawl, in hopes that its warmth would rekindle the planet.

But instead, her shawl tore what life remained from the world, rendering it as ash.

Mother Sun screamed in her shame - she has taken something beautiful and precious and had broken it, simply to keep herself warm.  Her scream killed the rest of her children, from closest to furthest. Seeing what she done to her remaining children, she killed herself in turn, folding in upon herself until her flame flickered out.

And thus as it had been in the beginning it returned to darkness and silence, to await a spark anew. 

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RWL’s Commentary

This was a really interesting story of life on Earth from the point of view of the Sun. I liked how it dealt with the rise of Celestia and Luna, and later how the Sun slowly started dying and she felt grief at how this killed her children. A dark, sad, story, but an interesting one nevertheless. Good work!