Nothing. No sight. No sound. No scents. No tastes. No feelings. No sensations.

No concept of what these things even were, or memories on which to base such ideals off of. No experiences of happiness, or sorrow. No times of triumph or failure. No pain, or pleasure, or hunger. Just the ever present darkness, and the silence of the void.

One in such a state could do nothing but wait. Not even thought could take shape, as one who knows nothing can’t attempt to understand anything about the world around it. Thus the nameless entity did so, blissfully unaware of the passage of time, having no concept of that either, or previous sensations upon which to measure it by.

Nothing is forever within the bounds of eternity however, and this too applies to nothingness. Thus, the nameless entity inevitably felt it’s first sensation. It shot through the entity like a pulse, granting it the experience of feeling. It felt that it was surrounded by something aside from the void. Something thick, and heavy, without truly understanding what those two things were.

Along with this feeling of being completely covered came a feeling of warmth, which granted the entity another new sensation, emotion. It felt safe, protected, as if nothing could harm it so long as it stayed where it was. This wasn’t entirely true though, as over time another new sensation came, the emptiness and pain of hunger. This prompted the entity to move for the first time, twitching a bit in a desperate attempt to be rid of this feeling, without really understanding what it meant.

The movement itself did nothing to relieve the terrible feeling, but eventually it felt something enter into it, filling it’s core with a substance that removed the hunger, and once more brought peace. At that moment, it knew that something was watching over it, and once more believed that so long as it stayed where it was, it would be safe.

This cycle repeated itself numerous times, with each prompting of movement making the entity stronger, and as time went by the entity found the act of moving itself as pleasurable, having developed concepts for enjoyment and displeasure through the act of its feeding. These movements brought about another revelation, that of the borders of its universe. It had once believed its boundaries non-existent, that it was within an endless void, but now it found that if it pushed far enough there was something there that was keeping it in place. It didn’t matter though. It was not as if the entity had a concept of freedom or restraint, or a drive to be anywhere else but here, so it found contentment within the safety of this place.

Still, as time went on, this space began to become less and less, and while the entity didn’t mind that, it was the space itself that could no longer accommodate its presence. All at once, the entity felt the space contract around it, and as it did, the fluids that filled the void between the entity and the border evacuated the space through a breach it had been unaware of.

This sudden absence of warmth took away the notion of safety from the entity, and filled it with a new emotion: panic. It reflexively tried to struggle against what was going on, but another contraction began pushing it from the space it had called home for so long. For all the strength he had gained, this new force was infinitely stronger, and was violently pushing it along some path that had been just beyond his barrier. It pushed and pushed, and all the entity could do was submit to its will as it did.

For a being just coming into the concept of time, this felt like it was taking a long portion of its still fresh life, but when it finished, the entity found itself barraged by new sensations. The darkness that had surrounded and comforted for so long gave way to a blinding light that burned its eyes. A chill shrouded its body as air hit his wet form for the first time, sounds of voices hit ears that it hardly acknowledged it had. All culminated with the sensation of being hoisted up by it’s legs by some force gripping its ankles. It was all far too much for the entity’s simple mind to process.

Only the sudden sting of something sharply slapping against his rump snapped it out of its stupor, and forced the entity to let out its first scream, which in turn caused him to draw its first breath in this new world.

“Congratulations, Runa,” the entity heard, though not understanding what these sounds meant, “It’s a boy, and a healthy looking one at that.”

The sounds of heavy panting met the entity’s ears, and then another voice spoke, saying to the first, “I-i’m so happy *huff* mistress. *puff* Can I *pant* see him?”

“Just a moment, I want him to get a good look at me first. Imprinting and all.” the first voice said with a giggle.

“Imprinting?” the second asked.

“Nothing that a cow like yourself would understand, you worthless caribou.” The second one replied, “Well perhaps worthless is a bit too harsh. After all, you performed your role as an incubator quite well.”

“T-thank you mistress.”

The entity felt itself being rotated, still suspended by its ankles, made to face a specific direction as something else gripped his head. At first he saw nothing but the light, but that eventually died down, and before him was the upside-down visage of a massive, shimmering, purple creature with long, flowing blue hair, and an odd stump-like protrusion coming from it’s forehead.

The creature, the first thing the entity ever truly saw, bore a wickedly devious grin, one that even one such as the entity, in all its innocence, could tell was full of malevolence and ill intent. Without so much of a notion of the concept, the entity knew it was looking into the face of evil. Yet as the first thing he gazed upon, he could only acknowledge this creature as his benefactor, and thus had very conflicted feelings of what to make of his new existence. It was enough to cause the entity to start crying once more, but out of emotional discomfort instead of physical pain.

“Aww, it’s ok.” The creature said, bringing the entity into a cradle, “Mama Schorl is going to take good care of you from now on, my little Dvalinn.”

Author's Notes:

Thank to all of you for reading my story. It took quite some time to make, but I thoroughly enjoyed doing so. After this, I am planning to hold off on FoE related content for a while and get back to my original series, Equestria Trainers' Society.

Before that though, I do want to make a bit of a one chapter story featuring my newest OC creation. So stay tuned, and lookout for my next story starring Dvalinn, son of Dainn . Until then, seeya later!