A pulse of evil surrounded him as he walked out into the temple, and it smothered him, filling his heart with a dark, ominous feeling. Able to see the spiked, razor sharp back of the other entity, the angered stallion approached.
"Hatred..."
"Maelstrom!"
"Deceit..."
"Maelstrom!" Aegeus snarled. "Maelstrom, what are you doing?"
"Cruelty!" His voice had risen, both to drown out the infuriating stallion, and in pure excitement as the black cloud entwined with the spectrum of dark, rusted colors and began to rise. "Greed-" He was cut off as a tremendous spark of power erupted from the enraged stallion's horn, and careened into Maelstrom
Shrouded in a sudden, black void, Discord could see nothing. The ominous sensation of true evil hung over him like a fog, surrounding him. The terrified draconequus quickly realized he wasn't alone, although he seemed to be alone.
"Hello?" Slowly, the piercing red eyes targeted him from the darkness. Discord felt his heart start beating faster, and he cursed himself for his fear. He was the god of chaos. Whatever this was, he could take it. For some reason, whatever it was instilled a powerful fear in his heart. "Who's there?"
The creature heaved a long and sad sounding sigh. "How terrible that we don't know each other. We should." Some of
“Discord, try to keep up! You're so slow!” Chrysalis called back to the panting draconequus. The three of them were far ahead of the colt now, passed the babbling brook while Discord was still trudging his way through the flowers.
“Poor thing,” Celestia mused, “It has to be hard having four different limbs; some built for running, and some not.”
“I'm a lot faster than he is!” Luna piped in with a laugh. She squeaked as Chrysalis playfully whipped her head back, causing the filly to tighten her hold on her shimmering wings.
“You're faster, Lulu? I'm the one that's carrying you! Hurry up,
(Just a brief author's note, Sympathy's name has been changed to Purity.)
Maelstrom breezily cruised through the temple halls. It was black other than the illumination of a string of torches on the wall. The entity gazed absently at the portraits of the Council, and the group of low life creatures he had the pleasure of spending most of the waking moments of his life with.
Finally, Maelstrom stopped at the two best portraits, in his opinion. He and Purity really were the most photogenic of the entire group. Purity had the grace of a flower dancing in the breeze, and the beauty of the twinkling stars.
Not even more than two feet away, and p
Broken Spirit - Chapter 1 by gembutterfly, literature
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Broken Spirit - Chapter 1
"Okay, one more time!"
A collective groan was the only response. One pony's slightly annoyed head rose out from behind the lay out of flower sandwiches and delectable still steaming cookies. "Seriously, Rainbow Dash, enough! Just eat!"
It was already beginning to near sundown and yet barely an entree had been touched. The five ponies were exhausted, sweating, laying splayed out over the picnic blanket. Just a usual occurrence when Rainbow Dash was in the mood for a nice race. Being that the fields outside the palace stretched forever, the race was tedious for some ponies.
"No more racin', Rainbow. I feel so dizzy now; I don't think I c
Broken Spirit - Chapter 2 by gembutterfly, literature
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Broken Spirit - Chapter 2
"Oh, Equestria!" Pinkie Pie cried in horror, and she shook the dracraconequus who didn't move an inch, despite his shattered bones being tossed about inside him. "Don't go into the liiight, Discord!"
"Pinkie!" Applejack shouted, yanking back her sniffling friend. "What in tarnation are y'all doing? Darn near every bone in his body is broken I bet! He can't be slammed around like that!"
"But he went into the light!"
"He didn't go into the light, Pinkie, for the love of Equestria! He just passed out." The southern pony gazed down at the still twisted form; he really did look dead, lim
Broken Spirit - Chapter 3 by gembutterfly, literature
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Broken Spirit - Chapter 3
Fluttershy's honey colored form froze right at the kitchen counter when she heard the distinct sound of blankets moving around. She pretended she couldn't see him, but the pegasus was able to catch a glimpse of the draconequus from the corner of a miffed blue eye.
"I told you not to try and get up..."
"You said that yesterday."
"It also applies for today." Sighing, the pegasus turned away from where she was stirring another batch of medicine and calmly trotted over.
She knew he was getting aggravated; he had been condemned to that little bed for almost two weeks now. Two weeks...it was hard to believe she had survived that long
Broken Spirit - Chapter 4 by gembutterfly, literature
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Broken Spirit - Chapter 4
It was silent outside the placid little cottage, and it looked like Princess Luna had raised a glorious moon once again as it passed the trees of the Evergreen Forest, ascending over the thin stretching clouds and mingling with the stars. Bunnies and bears had retired to their dens as had the residents in the cottage, and all was peaceful.
Well, almost all was.
Fluttershy was locked in the wicked grip of sleep and terror, legs kicking the air frantically and almost bucking the alarmed draconequus in the face. Like a frightened puppy, she rolled over, trying to bury into Discord's chest, attempting to muffle out the resonating blood curdl
The princess stared, honestly for just a moment she wondered who this fierce and courageous looking pony was. Surely this wasn't the quivering, timid, little filly that always backed away and bowed shyly when she came near. Never had the princess seen the pegasus so confident looking. Discord really did know how to alter and manipulate personalities, even when he caused it unintentionally.
"Fluttershy, dear!" Celestia's tone had dipped slightly and had lost its sense of happiness. She knew why the pony was here. "What brings you to Canterlot Palace? I, well, I haven't ever seen you here unless the others were with you." It se
He twirled the golden, metallic crown in his paw, smiling at the way it fit so well on his fingertips, and watching it spin and gleam, spin and gleam. Soon it would fit on his head, and his body would fit on the throne; the royal robes would fit over his shoulders, and he would finally fit the title of King.
King Discord; it has such a lovely ring to it.
He sat back on his throne, body swiveling in bliss of how good and right it felt to him. It felt so wonderful, and everything felt so perfect. So meant to be. It had been so easy to slide that crown off Aegeus's nightstand. Oh it wasn't his fault! Aegeus should really take better c