The Province of Equestria.

[Sugar Chime 13]

Hi everypony. . . this is a fanfic. For now, the first chapter isn'y even finished, but I'd really appreciate some constructive critisicim. (I think spelled critisicim wrong)

 

Anyways, to sum it up, the beginning chapter is about a younger Celestia and Luna in a pre-Equestrian era, before ponies populated pretty much everything. If anything, please, please, please keep an open mind while reading it. I know some of you may not agree with my portrayal of the younger sisters, but the show never says much on how they were when they were younger.

 

I was curious, so I tried to fill a few gaps. I followed a little bit of a different route than what Hearth's Warming Eve said about the history.

 

Enjoy, I hope. My work usually gets slammed pretty hard, so I'm prepared. x3

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

There was not always a country of Equestria. Long before ponies populated the massive sheath of land that is so familiar to us today, there were many provinces and types of creatures that each had their own custom and way of life, some good, some not so good. There was Hoen, which was renown for its strict rules yet lax punishments. The country of Eden, a lush, fertile place where most of the occupants were associated with farming one way or another. There was Caurwrey, River, Deilind- some different, some same, but all suffering in one way or another. All taking out the suffering on each other, one way or another.

 

I grew up in the province of Equestria though, the biggest and arguably the most prosperous in all the land. Equestria then was much simpler than what it is today. I may be old by some standards, (certainly not in looks) but my memory is as fresh as ever. My fillyhood was unstable. I was the youngest of two children, dark and more brooding than my older sister, who was prone to fits of temper and random acts of good will. She was the sunny one. I was often left in the dark. Celestia- Luna. It was funny how our names so affected our personalities.

 

When I think about my younger life in general, I remember tents. It's where we lived most of the time. We were royalty, yes, but we were forcibly humble.

 

I remember tents. . .

 

So that is how I will begin my story.

 

　

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

When I was a teenager, I fell in love with the first glamerous stranger that walked up to me, as most teenagers prefer to evantually make themselves miserable. He was everything that fit the bill of 'perfect'- tall, witty, intimidating. He made me crave his approval, run over every sentence I spoke to make sure it didn't sound childish, and cower like a whipped dog when I slipped up just how juvinile I was. I would style my mane a different way every day, and eye him, watching his body language to see if it pleased him or not. He was my obsession. I fantasized about him holding me as I feel asleep each humid night, sometimes more than holding me.

 

His name was Kai.

 

I was laying around in my tent (I did say I would start with tents- I seem to have gotten caught up with myself) the day I met him. It was a sultry afternoon, the kind where you sweat and smell horrid, and where the air is so moist the dust is too heavy to fly around and stick to you. A week before, our small castle had been ambushed and attacked. It was a common occurance, but for our safety we were once again moved to the backcountry, where we suffered through canvas-walled tents and other peasant horror until our home was deemed safe again. He walked by my tent once. I greeted him, and he said nothing back. That is how I met him, but it isn;t how I got to know him.

 

So I resumed being horribly bored and alone. There was some talk of peace amoung the provinces, which the adults were eager to share with me until they found out I had no aptitude for politics and social sciences- that was more Tia's area. As a filly, she would drag me to the staircase ( if we were in the castle) or hide behind some crude wooden wall, the light of the fire faintly flickering off our faces.

 

"Treaties- Hoen and Milderwee have a treaty?" she'd whisper excitedly, her glassy eyes brightening. "Luna- we have a treaty with Milderwee, too. This is great news!" and I'd nod like I had the faintest idea of what she was going on about. She'd shush me, though I hadn't said anything, and then she'd go off about conspiracies and political elections and assasiantions again. Who killed who, who was agreeing or threatening who- it all meant nothing to me. All I cared about was if my family was alright, if we were comfterble and my world wasn't crumbling around me.

 

Soon, it wasn't necessary for us to sneak around. After our father retired, our mother long passed away from a complicated illness, Tia started to be trained in the way that the young become the respected. She was invited to those late-night meetings she'd been so enraptured in as a filly.

 

Oh, she tried to teach me what she learned, but I was a hopeless student in those areas. "Luna," she'd start, a hoof on each of my shoulders, "If Deiland and Hoen declared war on each other, how would at affect Eden?"

 

I'd try to remember what she'd told me- a good part of Deiland was in the desert. Eden was where most of the 'foreign' food came from. Eden was on the other side of Hoen."Uhhhh. . . ." I'd bite my bottom lip, "Eden would make more sales?"

 

Tia, who had to be the most patient and saintly pony I'd ever come by, would sigh and look disappointed. "No, Luna, Eden would make less sales, because there's no way Hoen would let Eden do trade with Deiland- Eden and Hoen have a treaty, remember?"

 

"Yes. A treaty means they won't fight-"

 

"And?!"

 

"Uh- it means-" It means my mind was blank. I'd drop my gaze, tears welling up in my eyes. Why couldn't I be smart and worldly like Tia? I was useless- utterly useless.

 

"Oh, Luna! Don't- a treaty also means that Eden would help Hoen out with the war. There, there, it's okay. It's not even that important, don't worry about it." Tia would pull me closer to her, and wipe my tears hastily away. "It's okay, Luna. Do you want to go for a walk instead?"

 

It would always boil down to that. My frusterated tears, and Tia satiating me with a walk. A walk didn't require any major intelligence- just knowing how to move your legs a certain way, and remembering how to get back home. Out of all the things my sister and I did together, our walks were my favorite. They reminded me of when things were less complicated- certainly before she`d discovered politics were more interesting than I was.

 

It was no surprise to me that she soon became too busy with her studies to humor her little sister with mindless exercize. Now that I think about it- (Because I sure didn't think about it the same way when I was younger) I was lonely and needy, and starved for attention. I did anything for any sort of attention. I acted out, I terrorized younger fillies, I avoided my meagre chores- time after time I would be sent to Tia, my sister, the Princess Celestia and new ruler of the province, to what the officials hoped would be a strict punishment.

 

The visits with my sister would go like this- I would walk into the palace courtyard (during the tent-days, the officials were too busy to be worried about my shenanigans) and drop dramatically onto the carpet in front of her. Most citizens were expected to bow to her- but I considered it ridiculous to bow to my own sister. We had both shared the same cradle, and been nursed by the same mare, and cried on each others shoulders when she was taken away from us.

 

"Luna. . ." Celestia would say, looking up to see me sprawled on the floor a few metres away from her.

 

"Celestia." I'd say shortly. (I refused to call her Tia while she was 'on the throne', which was most of the time. At the same time, I refused to adress her as princess.)

 

"Did you want to talk to me?" She'd stand up to her full height, her glorious mane and tail flowing in the nonexistant breeze, and take a few steps toward me.

 

"Nope." I'd keep a poker face, still lying on the floor in a ridiculous and often uncomfterble position.

 

"Anything wrong?"

 

"Nope."

 

"Nothing?" her voice would end on a high pitch, hinting, politely, that she had much better things to do than watch me be difficult.

 

"Nothing." I'd confirm. "Can I go now?"

 

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So that's part of the first chapter. Feedback is greatly appreciated, although please don't be too harsh. That's a real weenie thing to say, but constructive critisicim, again.

 

Thanks. :3