The story of a fic that will never be · 2:35am Feb 15th, 2013
Hello, fans of my fic, followers, friends, and visitors!
You know, my fic only came to be because I tried to pre-write a completely different fic.
The thing was, I could never make it work, even after 15 attempts. I never submitted it, and I shall never write it.
Here are the blueprints of an original story. It is dark. It is edgy. It is unique enough that one could do something with it.
Excerpt:
Many years ago, two beings were born. One was Celestia, a pure, innocent foal with a white coat and a pink mane. The other was a draconequus, born to the healer of a tribe of his species. His name was Ke’bra. In the language of his species, it meant “dissonant chord,” after his loud, healthy wail when he emerged from his mother’s pouch.
*(They lay eggs and keep them in pouches until they hatch)*
However, by age 2, he had earned another name: Diz’car’ (Prankster)
The draconequi were a race of peaceful nomads who avoided conflict by using their ability to change the personality of any threat they met for one hour, turning a ferocious predator into a coward who would run away from the spirits. Each individual also had two unique talents, ranging from simply being able to find water to summoning lightning. They manifested these abilities at age five.
When Ke’bra was seven, he was capable of teleportation and levitation (like flying, only he didn’t use his wings).
Then he began creating clouds.
His mother, Iralne’ (Meadow Lark) was understandably worried, and he was taken to the elder, Ko’rast De’anar (Cloudy-Eyed Old Mother), a blind female with the gifts of foresight and birdspeak.
(the next part was to consist of the elder looking over Ke’bra, and saying how he would bring suffering to all, including himself, and how he had to be abandoned in the Everfree. The elder’s word is law, blah blah, blah, and he is taken there and abandoned to die, but his powers continue to manifest and he thrives in his new home)
(then it would explain about Tirek coming when Ke’bra was only 12, and how he usurped the throne, and blah, blah, blah, army of grundels)
(Skip forward a few years to were Celestia is 18 and the leader of the resistance along with Luna, a buffalo, a deer, the original Doctor Whooves *aka the present Doctor’s X-times Great grandpa*, a unicorn warrior, and a powerful earth pony lich named Surprise, *these are the original Elements, Celestia is magic, Surprise is laughter, but the others are up for grabs*, and the resistance apparently has a deal with something called the Serpent.)
Excerpt:
They would chase the grundels into the Everfree, and after a moment of silence, the weather would kick up, a storm of odd pink clouds forming. The land would change color, bits of it floating into the sky, others sprouting patches of a strange blue flower which affected the grundels, giving some weak legs and giving others useless flippers in place of their normal limbs. During it all, there would be cruel laughter.
Then the Serpent would strike. Sometimes he would constrict them with his long body. Sometimes he would rip them to shreds with his claws. Occasionally,he would even sever the brainstem with his one long fang.
Ke’bra Diz’car thought it was a grand game, and he owed it to the one creature who had given him permission to do this.
Celestia.
(Goes into an internal monologue that goes on to Describe how ruthless the young Celestia is, veering away and focusing more on her physical features, then asking himself questions about why he thinks those things, only to come to one conclusion.)
Excerpt:
I love her. I have always loved her, and only now do I realize it.
(Skips forward a few years, after Tirek is defeated, and Ke’bra is gathering flowers into a bouquet. He goes to Celestia and pronounces his love, only to be met with a look of disgust. She turns and walks away, proclaiming him as nothing more than a silly monster.)
(It then goes to a flashback of a younger *10-year-old* Celestia playing outside with a similarly aged Ke’bra, laughing, and then watching the sunset.)
Excerpt:
“Hey Tia?”
“Yes, Dizzy?”
“We’ll always be friends, right?”
Celestia had smiled. “Of course, silly!”
“Promise?”
“I Promise.”
…
I gave my heart to her, Ke’bra thought darkly, and she rejected it.
She calls me a monster.
Ke’bra sat for a long time, staring at the ground where the flowers now lay wilting.
He stood.
If she wants me to be a monster, he thought, dark thunderclouds forming above him.
If she wants me to be a monster…
THEN I SHALL BECOME ONE.
Ke’bra Diz’car died in that moment, and the new being let out an insane laugh and screamed to the darkened sky.
“I am DISCORD!!!”
…
That was the fic that never will be. With any luck, it should inspire some of you.
Writing is a process, full of great ideas that ultimately cannot come to life in the hands of the one who created it.
So, you just gave up?!
you actually had a good premise here. 
842614 It wasn't that I "gave up," it was just that no matter what i did, the story kept getting tons of plotholes, and i wasn't able to make it believable. Plus, when "Keep Calm and Flutter on" came out, it threw the entire premise out of whack. i was happy that Discord reformed of course, but i was attempting to write a fic that could possibly be considered canon, and the discord in my fic was irrecconcilable, and he hated Celestia, and wouldn't have reformed. My image of Discord was changed .
I just couldn't make it work. I specialize in fics which happen in the "background" of the show, and this was honestly too complicated to attempt any further than what you see here.
However, if someone was inspired by this idea, i can hardly blame them.
as it is, the excerpts are from different versions of the original 15 drafts, none of which had names.
842659 ah. Been there.
842669 it's just as i said, Great story ideas come, but the person who comes up with them doesn't have the ability to do anything with them, and it seems as though they would be better off in the hands of another.
However, i bet this post could inspire some EPIC artwork, and, as another question, have draconequi ever been described in this much depth?
842671 most likely. Have you gotten those two P.M.s I sent you?
842672 Yes, and thank you! this will be so much help! I can already imagine it now, but you'll need to wait to see what happens... *tries to cover image of what Pinkie has in the Mystery wagon*
842689 can't wait!
842699 Um... also You May have been on to something by saying i have Pinkie Sense.
You see, Whenever it is going to rain, my nose starts itching, but it's more like that sort of tingle you feel when your foot's asleep. My nose has been going crazy today, and the clouds have just been getting darker.
842838 all my nose predicts is when it's allergy season
843671
Well, now it's a serious storm, and my knees hurt, so it's going to be a while.
Also, and i'm 100% not joking, Pinkie was in my dreams last night. She said something like "You're Doing Great, Silly! Stop worrying, you can't mess me up! Its Un-possible!" Then I woke up. I knew She leaned on the fourth wall occasionally, but... wow.
The ending sounds sorta like this
846122 while that was some inspiration, it was mostly this vid that inspired it (WARNING: Brace for feels!):
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