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// Prologue: Indictment 
// Story: The Trial of Discord Draconequus 
// by 42Zombies 
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Far away from Equestria, in a place where time and space weren't always in agreement, a meeting was being held. Arguments were being made. Snacks were being eaten. A case was being built.

They had already decided that he was guilty. They weren't completely in agreement over what he was guilty of, but they all agreed that he either had or hadn't done something. They could settle on the details later; there was no rush. The important thing was that he'd been found guilty, and that meant it was time to hold a trial.

Normally, of course, a person is found guilty after a trial. They all knew this. They didn't care. There was no reason to do things in the proper order, especially since none of them were fans of proper order in the first place. And anyway, they were all fairly inexperienced with these sorts of things in general. Anyone could forgive them if they made a few mistakes.

Once they had more or less come to agreement, they immediately went to work gathering the things that they'd need for a trail. They got things like desks and benches; judge's stands; oxygen, gravity, and linear time. It took them no time at all to set up their own little courtroom.

Yes, they had everything they needed for a trial. But after a few minutes of appreciating their hard work, they realized they were missing something: the defendant. They needed him in their courtroom if they were going to find him guilty.

But this presented a problem. In order to collect the defendant in question, they would need to leave the room they were in. None of them had ever done that before, so they were all a little bit hesitant.

Eventually, however, the youngest among them volunteered to do the job. He would go out into Equestria, find the defendant, and bring him to the courtroom so they could get things started. He was the one who was most eager to see the defendant be punished, so he was more than willing to do the dirty work.

They all agreed that this would work, and so they sent the youngest on his way. With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared from the place without a name. The others got to their places and waited for their cohort to return.

It would not take long at all.