Once there was nothing. Neither sun nor moon rose to light the earth, for neither they nor it had come to be. Not pony, nor griffin, nor dragon had yet awoken to life. Even time itself had yet to be. It was into this nothingness that one came from a realm beyond our own. She looked upon the infinite emptiness and saw that nothing here was corrupt; nothing was yet impossible, and the future was as infinite as the void itself.

She knew the power she held here, for nothing yet existed to limit it, and with the hope of her world at heart, she decided to create a new universe here. Onto the blackness she spread a web of stars; one of these she created with the utmost care, and called it the Sun. Then, in the light of this single star, she created planets; first among them, the Earth, onto which she gave the Moon to light it at night, and upon which she spread great oceans, sent out vast rivers like bolts of lightning set into the ground, transformed the barren brown land into the green of trees and grass, and finally capped its mountains with the white of snow.

Yet the Earth, while fertile, was still empty, and she knew her work was not yet done, for she had come to create a world of harmony among all, and none existed to know that harmony. It was so that upon the plains of the Earth, she created ponykind as the image of her ideal, and then, filled the world with all that now lives. With the greatest care, she placed each of these beings, so that they would know the harmony her world lack. All was finally as it should have been.

However, it was now she perceived a problem. The world had form, but was without laws or change. Without change, none of her creation could see any other, for it knew only the most infinitesimal moment of existence. Even more, it was now she realized that she herself was without form in this world, and was not of it; while it was hers, she could never be a part of it.

It was so that finally she resolved that she would stay no longer; and to rule in her place, she created another form of ponykind, to wield the fragments of her power: the Alicorn. Onto the Sun, Celestia; the Moon, Luna; and to rule time and the order of things, Auroraious. Then, her work at last complete, the Queen of the Alicorn bid farewell to them and left the universe, never to return.


This is the story that has survived the ages. Tradition holds it was passed to us by Princess Celestia, and that all before her was told to her by the Queen herself. Yet other legends tell different stories; some of other Alicorn; some of great wars of ponykind; and some, indeed, of even more sinister implications. It is in our truest and most sincere hope that we unicorns have adopted this legend as our history; but all of us know, there is more we have yet to discover, and quite possibly, more yet to be written.