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Prologue: Part 2


Account of the Ponytär, according to the lore of the Alidar

In the beginning Faûst, the One, who in the Ponyish tongue is named Llaúren,
made the Ponytär apprised of one thought; and they made a great Show before
her. In this Show the World was begun; for Llaúren made visible the song of the
Ponytär, and they beheld it as a light in the darkness. And many among them
became enamoured of its beauty, and of its history which they saw beginning
and unfolding as in a vision. Therefore Llaúren gave to their vision Being, and set
it amid the Vast Wasteland, and the Secret Hnnngg was sent to burn at the heart
of the World; and it was called Fím.

Then those who were with Llaúren at the beginning arose and entered into the
World at the beginning of Time; and it was their task to achieve it, and by their
labours to fulfil the vision which they had seen. Long they laboured in the regions
of Poneä, which are vast beyond the thought of Ponies and Pegasi, until in the
time appointed was made the land of Little-Equestria, the Land of Ponies. Then
they put on the raiment of Little-Equestria and descended into it as giants, and
dwelt therein.

Of the Ponytär

The Great among these spirits the Alicorns name the Ponytär, the Powers of
Equestria, and men have often called them gods; for they walked in form as of
men, awesome and terrible. For Ponies had not yet been made when they first
entered into Equestria, and so they took unto themselves that form to which they
were most accustomed. Yet in likeness it was after said that they resembled the
prophesied Children of Llaúren, who had been glimpsed in the Vision of Faûst,
for they yearned for the hour when the denizens of Ponyville would be born. But
it is said that Faûst herself bore the likeness of an Alicorn, or winged unicorn;
for she alone understood the form and function of the Princesses of Aponië: yet
Faûst dwells beyond the circles of the world and remains unseen.

The names of the Ponytär are eight; and the Poniera, the Princesses or Queens
of the Ponytär, are eight also. These were their names in the Neighnya tongue
as it was spoken in Alinor, though they have other names in the common speech
of the Earth Ponies of Equestria; and their names among Men are manifold. Nor
were they seven, or six. The names of the Princesses in due order are:
Twilë, Shyavanna, Lÿrmo, Gemlï, Orangëde, Ponyos, Ponïenna, and Tulpas.

Tírek is not counted among the Ponytär; he is the chiefest and greatest servant
of Mút, whose name is not spoken upon the Earth.

Twilë and Tírek were brethren in the thought of Llaúren. The mightiest of those
Ponytär who came into the World was in his beginning Tírek; but Twilë is dearest
to Llaúren and understands most clearly her purposes. She was appointed to
be, in the fullness of time, the first of all Princesses: lord of the realm of Poneä
and ruler of all that dwell therein. Her delight is in the winds and the stars,
and in all the regions of the cosmos, from the heights to the depths, from the
utmost borders of the Veil of Equestria to the breezes that blow in the grass.

Twubwúlimo she is surnamed, Lady of the Stars, with Ponibrëth, Goddess of the
Breath of Poneä at her side. All swift birds, strong of wing, she loves, and they
come and go at her bidding.

With Twilë dwells Shyavanna, Lady of the Woods, who knows all the creatures of
Poneä. Too great is her beauty to be declared in the words of Men or of Ponies;
for the light of Llaúren lives in her face. In nature is her power and her joy. She
is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she
holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon
stones or the small and secret things in the mould. In reverence Shyavanna is
next to Twilë among the Queens of the Ponytär. In the form of a woman she is
tall, and robed in yellow and green; but at times she takes other shapes. Some
there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with
the pink-hued Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the
barren earth, and it grew green with corn; but the roots of the tree were in the
waters of Lÿrmo, and the winds of Twilë spoke in its leaves. All flowers spring as
she passes and open if she glances upon them; and all birds sing at her coming.
Shyenentári, Queen of the Earth, she is surnamed in the Alicorn tongue.

Out of the depths of Poneä she came to the aid of Twilë; for Tírek she knew
from before the making of the Show and rejected him, and he hated her, and
feared her more than all others whom Faûst made. Twilë and Shyavanna are
seldom seen together, yet they remain in Alinor. Their halls are above the
everlasting snow, upon Lololossë, the uttermost tower of Poniquetíl, tallest of all
the mountains upon Earth.

When Twilë there ascends her throne and looks forth, if Shyavanna is beside
her, she sees further than all other eyes, through mist, and through darkness,
and over sea, east of the Sun and west of the Moon. So it also was in that time
when the Sun and Moon did not exist; when the night was wholesome, for the
lights of Twilë illuminated the world. And if Twilë is with her, Shyavanna hears
more clearly than all other ears the sound of voices that cry from east to west,
from the hills and the valleys, and from the dark places that Tírek has made upon
Earth. Of all the Great Ones who dwell in this world the Alicorns hold Shyavanna
most in reverence and love. Ponybrëth they name her, and they call upon her name
out of the shadows of Little-equestria, and uplift it in song at the rising of the stars.

Lÿrmo is the Lady of Waters. She is alone. She dwells nowhere long, but moves
as she will in all the deep waters about Equestria. She is in magic like unto Twilë,
and afore Equestria was made she was close to her in friendship; but thereafter
she went seldom to the councils of the Ponytär, unless great matters were in
debate. For she kept all Equestria in thought, taking heed to the prophesied
coming of Men; and she has no need of any resting-place. Moreover she does
not love to walk upon land as a pony might, and will seldom clothe herself after
the manner of ponies. If the Children of Faûst beheld her they were filled with
a great dread; for the arising of the Queen of the Sea-Ponies was terrible, as a
sea-monster; or as a mounting wave that strides to the land, foam-crested, with
hands bearing a raiment of mail shimmering from silver down into shadows of
turquoise green.

The trumpets of Twilë are loud, but Lÿrmo’s voice is sonorous, as the deeps of
the ocean which she alone has seen. Nonetheless Lÿrmo loves both Ponies and
Men, and never abandoned them, not even when they lay under the wrath of the
Ponytär. At times she will come unseen to the shores of Little-Equestria, or pass
far inland up firths of the sea, and there make music upon her great harp, the
Lululúri, that is wrought of white shell; and those to whom that music comes hear
it ever after in their hearts, and longing for ponies never leaves them again. But
mostly Lÿrmo speaks to those who dwell in Equestria with voices that are heard
only as the music of water. For all seas, lakes, rivers, fountains and springs are
in her government; so that the Alicorns say that the spirit of Lÿrmo runs in all
the veins of the world. Thus news comes to Lÿrmo, even in the deeps, of all the
needs and griefs of Poneä, which otherwise would be hidden from Twilë.

Gemlï has might little less than Lÿrmo. Her lordship is over all the substances
whereby Equestria was made. In the beginning she wrought much in fellowship
with Twilë and Lÿrmo; and the fashioning of all lands was her labour. She is a
master of all crafts, and she delights in works of skill, however small, as much
as in the mighty building of old. Hers are the gems that lie deep in the earth
and the gold that is fair in the hoof, no less than the walls of the mountains and
the glittering caverns of the sea. She is also the goddess of all weavers and
armourers; hers are the raiment that adorn the mighty of Alinor. The Alicorn race
learned most of her, and she was ever their friend. Tírek was jealous of her, for
Gemlï was most like himself in thought and in powers; and there was long strife
between them, in which Tírek ever marred or undid the works of Gemlï, and
Gemlï grew weary in repairing the tumults and disorders of Tírek. Both, also,
desired to make things of their own that should be new and unthought of by
others, and delighted in the praise of their skill. But Gemlï remained faithful to
Faûst and submitted all that she did to her will; and she did not envy the works of
others, but sought and gave counsel. Whereas Tírek spent his spirit in envy and
hate, until at last he could make nothing save in mockery of the thought of others,
and all their works he destroyed if he could.

The companion of Gemlï is Orangëde, the Master of Beasts. Orangëde is a
mighty hunter. If she is less strong than Tulpas, she is more dreadful in anger;
whereas Tulpas laughs ever, in sport or in war, and even in the face of Tírek
laughed in battles before Ponies were born. Orangëde loved the lands of Little-
Equestria, the farms and fields of the Earth Ponies, and she left them unwillingly
and came last to Alinor; and often of old she passed back east over the
mountains and returned with her herd to the hills and the plains. She is a hunter
of monsters and fell beasts, and she delights in cattle and in hounds; and all
growing things that bear fruit she loves, for which reason she is called Poméaron,
and by the Unicorns Tauron, the Lord of Cattle.

Orangëde is the only one of the Ponytär who oft takes the form of a horse, for
she ever loved Earth Ponies. Neighar is her name as a horse, dun colored, and
shining silver on the nose; and it is said that she appears as a centaur in such
form. The Ponyróma is the name of her great horn, the sound of which is like the
upgoing of the Sun in scarlet, or the sheer lightning cleaving the clouds. Above
all the horns of her herd it was heard in the woods that Shyavanna brought forth
in Alinor; for there Orangëde would train her folk and her beasts for the pursuit of
the evil creatures of Tírek.

The Eëighantulpi, masters of spirits, are together, and they are called most often
Ponyos and Ponïenna. Yet these are rightly the names of the places of their
dwelling, and their true names are Náighmo and Báughlmo. Náighmo the elder
dwells in Ponyos, which is on the edge of the world. She is the keeper of the
Horses of the Dead, and the summoner of the spirits of the slain. She forgets
nothing; and she knows all things that shall be, save only those that lie still in the
wisdom of Llaúren. She is the Doomspóne of the Ponytär; but she pronounces
her dooms and judgements only at the bidding of Twilë.

Mightier still than Ponyos is Ponïenna, sister of the Eëighantulpi; she dwells
alone in Báughlmo. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound
that Equestria has suffered in the marring of Tírek. So great was her sorrow,
as the Story unfolded and the meddling of Hasbro, and the drama inflicted by
Discord, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound
of mourning behind was woven into the themes of the World of Ponies before it
began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn
pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of the Moon, upon the borders
of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Aponië in Alinor where all is
glad. She goes rather to the halls of Ponyos, which are near to her own; and all
those who wait in Ponyos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns
sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the
world. There she gazes upon the stars and the everlasting darkness behind the
black, where lies the fourth wall of Poneä. Ponïenna is the master of visions and
dreams. In Pónien are her gardens in the land of the Ponytär, and they are the
fairest of all places in the world, filled with many spirits. Gemlï weaves all things
that have ever been in Time into her storied webs; and the halls of Ponyos that
ever widen as the ages pass are clothed with them.

Báughlm the gentle, healer of hurts and of weariness, she is known among Earth
Ponies. Grey is her raiment; and rest is her gift. She walks not often by day,
but sleeps upon an island in the tree-shadowed lake of Remósa. Music also is
her gift, and it is said that her fountains sing as cellos and harps, and organs.
From her fountains all those who dwell in Alinor draw refreshment; and often
the Ponytär come themselves to the land of Remósa and there find repose and
easing of the burden of Equestria.

Greatest in flight and deeds of prowess is Tulpas, who is surnamed Astallio, the
Valiant. She came last to Poneä, to aid the Ponytär in the first battles with Tírek.
She delights in wrestling and in contests of strength; and she needs no form of
steed, for she can outrun all things that go ahoof, and she is tireless. Her hair
and eyebrows are shimmering multi-hued, and some say her beard; her flesh is
as of dark matter, glowing blue, or clad in shimmering plate; her weapons are her
arms. She has little heed for either the past or the future, and is of no avail as
a counsellor, but is a hardy friend. The sister of Orangëde, she also is lithe and
fleet-of-hoof. Deer and hawk she loves, and they follow her train whenever she
goes in the wild; but she can outrun them, swift as an arrow with the wind in her
hair. She always dresses in style. In dancing she also delights, and she dances
upon a tortoise in Aponië on lawns of never-fading green.

These are the names of the Ponytär, and such is told in brief of their likenesses,
as the Alicorns beheld them in Amane. But fair and noble as were the forms in
which they were manifest to the Children of Llaúren, they were but a veil upon
their beauty and their power. And if little is here said of all that the Alicorns once
knew, that is as nothing compared with their true being, which goes back into
regions and ages far beyond our thought. Among the spirits Nine were of chief
power and reverence; but one is removed from their number, and Eight remain,
the Aratar, the High Ones or Ponytär: Twilë and Shyavanna, Lÿrmo and Gemlï,
Ponyos, Ponïenna, and Orangëde. Though Twilë is their Queen and holds their
allegiance under Faûst, in majesty they are peers, surpassing beyond compare
all others, whether of the Ponytär and the Tulpae, or of any other order that
Llaúren has sent into Poneä.

Of Tulpae

With the Ponytär came other spirits whose being also began before the World
of Ponies, of the same order as the Ponytär but of less degree. These are the
Tulpae, the spirits of the Ponytär, and their servants and helpers. Their number
is not known to the Alidar, and few have names in any of the tongues of the
Children of Llaúren; for though it is otherwise in the blessed realm of Alinor, in
Little-Equestria the Tulpae have seldom appeared in form visible to Ponies and
my little humans.

Chief among the Tulpae of Alinor whose names are remembered in the histories
of the Elder Neighs are Twitterpaë, the handmaid of Shyavanna, and Pönwë,
the banner-bearer and herald of Twilë, whose strategic intellect is surpassed by
none in Equestria. But of all the Tulpae, Angel and Derpian are best-known to the
Children of Llaúren and the my little humans that followed them.

Derpian was the name of a spirit who served both Twilë and Ponïenna, as a
messenger of the Ponytär. She dwelt long in Remósa, tending the trees that
flower in the gardens there, ere she came to Little-Equestria. Nightingales, stars,
flames and other objects flew about her wherever she went.

Wisest of the Tulpae was Angel. He too dwelt in Remósa, but his ways took him
often to the house of Shyavanna, and of her he learned pity and patience. Of
Derpian much is told in the Neighnya Ponimarillion. But of Angel less is known,
for though he loved the Alidar, he walked among them unseen, or in form as
one of a great hare, and they did not know whence came the fair visions or the
promptings of wisdom that he put into their hearts. For he departed the house
of Bunnymór in pity for the children of Starfall, and came with them into Little-
Equestria where he shared in their grief. In later days he was the friend of all the
Children of Llaúren, and took pity on their sorrows; and those who listened to him
awoke from despair and put away the imaginations of darkness. It is said that
he dwells still in the Island of Lost Ponies with Starswirl the Bearded, last of the
unicorns on Earth.

Of the Enemies

Last of all is set the name of Mút, He who arises in Might. But that name he has
forfeited; and the Alidar, who among the Ponies suffered most from his hands,
will not utter it, and they name his servant Tirek, the Dark Enemy of Ponykind.

Great might was given to Tírek by Llaúren, and he was coëval with his sister
Twilë. In the powers and knowledge of all the other Ponytär he had part, but he
turned them to his own purposes, and squandered his strength in violence and
tyranny. For he coveted Equestria and all that was in it, desiring the lordship of
Twilë and dominion over his peers.

From splendour he fell through arrogance to contempt for all things save himself,
a spirit wasteful and pitiless. Understanding he turned to subtlety in perverting
to his own will all that he would use, until he became a liar without shame. He
began with the desire of Light, the light of the living Rainbow; but when he could
not possess it for himself alone, he descended through fire and wrath into a great
burning, down into Darkness. And darkness he used most in his evil works upon
Equestria, and filled it with fear for all living things. Yet so great was the power of
his uprising that in ages forgotten he contended with Twilë and all the Ponytär,
and through long years in Little-Equestria held dominion over most of the lands of
Fím. But he was not alone.

For of the Tulpae many were drawn to his splendour in the days of his greatness,
and remained in that allegiance down into his darkness; and others he corrupted
afterwards to his service with lies and treacherous gifts. Dreadful among these
spirits were the Griffindúr, the scourges of fire that in Little-Equestria were called
the Balgriffs, eagle-headed demons of terror and might.

Tírek hated the Clouds of Equestria, for he could not subdue them. It is said that
in the making of Poneä he endeavoured to draw Lÿrmo, goddess of Sea-Ponies
to his allegiance, promising to her all the realm of the world of Men, if she would
serve him. So it was that long ago there arose great tumults in the waters that
wrought ruin to the lands. But Shyavanna, at the prayer of Gemlï, restrained
Lÿrmo and brought her before Twilë; and she was pardoned and returned to
allegiance, to which she has remained faithful. For the most part; for the delight
in violence has never wholly departed from her, and at times she will rage in her
wilfulness without any command from Twilë. Therefore those who dwell by the
sea or go up in airships may love her, but they do not trust her.

Among those of his servants that have names the greatest was that spirit whom
the Alidar called Discord, or Delancië the Mischievous. In his beginning he was
of the Tulpae of Qiu, and he remained mighty in the lore of that people. In all the
deeds of Tirek upon Little-Equestria, in his vast works and in the deceits of his
cunning, Discord had a part, and was less-evil than his master in that for long
he sought only chaos and ever served himself. But in after years he rose like a
shadow of Tirek and a ghost of his malice, and but for the intervention of a small
pink-maned pony would have walked behind him on the same ruinous path
down into the Void.


And that is how Equestria was made.


The History of the Alicorns