In the Beginning

In the beginning, there was darkness. Then a pinprick of light, a tiny swirling maelstrom of colors. Within the light a shape begins to grow. At first nothing more than a thought, fuzzy and indistinct. It begins to push the boundaries of the light. Each moment after this the darkness begins to pull away from the light. Four legs, folded tightly and a long neck with twitching nostrils. Long eyelashes resting on soft white cheeks. Long mane and tail grows rapidly, wrapped delicately around the whole body, tiny little hooves glowing. The thought sharpens into reality and the eyes open. Blazing green light shines as if glancing off emeralds cut to exquisite perfection. Within the center of each eye is a universe of thought.
“You, will be the first.”
The legs unfold, the neck unbends and in silent space the figure hangs, the mane and tail unwinds in silken glory. On the forehead a tiny pinprick of light, a fuzzy thought. A question rises in her eyes.
“You will be the first of many. You will love them. They are precious to me. You must protect them from danger.”
Now hands, wrinkled with the passage of time, knotted with ages of work delicately scoop up the tiny figure and the hands close. The figure sleeps.

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