Far off in some distant corner of Equestria, long untouched by pony hooves, there lays a shattered ruin of carved stone. The structure has long since collapsed into itself, leaving a jagged ring of debris to watch over a sunken crater. The rains have left sections of the ground flooded, reflecting the sky above with waters as cold as ice and still as glass. The remains of pillars and massive archways jut defiantly into the air, still standing after a millennia of desolation. Huge slabs of walls are decorated with drawings of a kingdom's long forgotten reign. One shows what appears to be Canterlot Castle.





Here and there, amid the chunks of forgotten memories and quiet pasts, fireflies dance, golden lights flashing like sparks in the nighttime air. They have been the only company of the lonely keep for ages now.



In the center of the ruins, partially sunken into a pool of crystal-clear water, there is a statue. The towering pedestal it stands upon is cracked and damaged from time, but still remains steadfast in its duty to hold its ward. Intricate carvings cover its surface, images of a sun shining through clouds, of two alicorns circling a sun and moon. The years of neglect have done nothing to wear their features, and they remain as pristine as the day they were carved.



The statue's figure, a majestic, beautiful alicorn that reared up on its backhooves with wings stretched towards the heavens, is damaged. Several feathers on its right wing have broken off, and almost half of the left one is completely gone. Its legs and hooves are chipped in places. The tip of its horn has snapped off. The alicorn's mane and tail were long and flowing, carved smooth by pony hooves and the force of mother nature. Tilting towards the sky with closed eyes, the forlorn statue looked as though it were sitting in a pool of its own tears. Its cutie mark was that of a feather dipping into an inkwell, signifying its power for creativity.





An old legend in the Canterlot Archives tells of a powerful alicorn goddess who created all of Equestria. She filled it with life, and guided the first ponies towards a brilliant future.

However, only two thousand years into her rule, the alicorn queen vanished without a trace. The only indication that she was ever there being a crumbling statue within a once-proud fortress.





Nopony knows who she is.





Nopony knows who she was.





Nopony knows she even existed.





The only ones who do, are two sisters...