//------------------------------// // Chapter One: The Silver spoon // Story: A Dance with the Devil // by Megaskullmon //------------------------------// The day of my birth what was it like you ask? It was normal every day in Equestria, normal and calm. Of course, my father wasn't calm for him. He was a powerful stallion with money and power. A mare to hold and a mare to love.  His business did things that most ponies would frown on. He flourished in selling weapons and magic spells to armies at war. War may be rare in our world.  My father knew full well my mother was pregnant with me. He didn’t care for he was told I would be a mare. A mare to him is worthless to take over for his empire of money and status. Then he was told she went to the hospital and his tune changed.  It took one of his servants to get him to change his mind. “Sir, your wife needs you. A mare giving birth alone might cause more problems for your reputation alone.” My father's ears perked up when he heard the word reputation. “What do you mean my reputation will be harmed?” The servant rolls his eyes. “I have seen this before when a rich stallion marries and then gets their wife pregnant and then stops caring when the big moment comes. Then the story hits the press and makes them look like a monster and they lose everything.” My father stood up and allowed all the servants but one a day off. He took a deep breath knowing what he would have to do to get to the hospital he would have to do what a normal peasant would do. Walk the very streets of the city. The magic music would form around him while he sang. “What is the proof of fathers spawn? What shall I do when it comes down to nature? If the little one is a filly should I give them up for more power?” The music and story would stop. ______ The jail “Your father was a bit of a jerk, I am sorry to say.” I nodded to Discord. “Yes, he was. May I get back to it?” Discord nods, snapping his claws to start the story back up again. ________ The silver spoon “The power of the silver spoon. What shall it do, what shall I do if my spawn makes me look bad. Should I give them up and ask for more power from the princess? Maybe I will start a war. Start a war to forgive my heart. For I will never give the love the child needs. I only care about sex power and money.” My father while he sang wrapped his hooves around a single mare kissing her deeply as she giggled her cheeks turning bright red. He left the mare at the corner as she waves him off. “Power and mares and money are the only cause. Lose one you gain more, it's the way of life. Love is not in the cards. Love shall never be in the cards. My wife, I may have given her a life and my spawn. But the love between us is our fault. I see nothing but her as a stepping stone.” Many stare at my father as they sing with him. “He is a monster!!”: A mare standing by the group sang. “He is a saint to the princess. She doesn’t care about his life or job. As long as it pleases her.” A stallion sang. My father turns to the group of ponies tossing them bits. “There is power money. There is a dance to sing.” The ponies who insulted him just stare at his blood money as my father walks off. They just keep insulting him behind his back. “They’re jealous of those in power. I am but a count too many in this kingdom. I shall not be weak. I shall not allow my heart to throb within love. I shall gain more power, more life I shall see it I shall dance to it.” He would finally make it after almost thirty minutes he would ask the nurse the room his wife is in. He went inside and saw his wife. Holding me he stares at the little soul that is me. I don’t know what happened to him then. But I was told by my mother on her deathbed that something changed in him. He lifts me and sings. “What is this feeling? I see this little soul, this little body, a little worthless body? Why do I feel love in my heart? I am a stallion of power, a stallion of money. But I see this little body. I see this little soul but. But what do I do?!” My father stares down at me. I open my eyes when I stare at him, his eyes fill with tears. I have a feeling whatever happened to him in life just seeing me made him break. Of course, to be truthful he never changed how he treated others. But after this, he treated me and my mother with more respect then. “Oh, my wife. I am sorry for how I treated you all these years. Please forgive me oh Butterscotch.” The tired mare weakly smiles. She sings to him. “Oh, my husband's habits and nature. I have never hated you or got upset with your life. I understand I am just a stone that you need to keep your power. Our marriage was forced on us it was never our choice. But this little one is our choice, he is our choice to make our lives better.” After that, my father hired a driver somepony he didn’t even know. He made sure it was a closed-off cart so no one could see him be kind and respectful to me and his wife. After a while, I was carried into the cart and he held me. “How do I give this one the silver spoon? Should I move him away from this life? Should I force him into this life? Should I give him the soul of a devil? Should I give him the heart of a monster? Should we just give him up and give him to those that will care for him better than we could.” My mother would join in on the song. “We are not monsters, we are creatures of habit. We follow our lot in life. We follow our song in life. We are powerful ponies in this world of peace. Harmony is a threat for there must be war my dear husband. For it’s our right to gain the money of hope. To give him the life he deserves.” It took a while for my father to sing his words. He looks at me then up at his wife who is not only my mother but the one who raised me when he was busy and didn’t have time to come home. He was still a creature of habit though. I am sure I have many siblings in this world. I am sure I will never meet them. For they don’t know the father that he was. “We shall give him the silver spoon. He shall be my heir to my empire. We shall raise him as a good stallion. He will not fall into our traps. If he falls in love we won’t force him to marry somepony he doesn’t wish to. We will never force him into our traps.” “We are not monsters, we are just ponies with the silver spoon. It is now time to give him the silver spoon and be there for him when he needs us. For we aren’t monsters, we are those who have been given the big break. It is time for those who come after us to join in the break. Oh, we shall sing for him, we shall dance and we shall never forsake him.” The song ends going back to the prison. ______ The prison “My father wasn’t a very nice stallion. He tried his best to love me. My foal hood wasn’t the best. I didn't try to overdo it with getting my cutie mark. I did what he wanted. Then I got it just for money.  Discord snorts. “So mainly you’re saying he used to get what he wanted. But my other question is how did you end up here anyway?” I chuckle softly “That would mean going through my teen years and who I met during those years. Those I trusted and those I wished to come.” I slowly began to sing. “The moon shines on me tonight. I shall escape with your blessing oh Discord. Please give me your will. As I give you my soul I can’t move on without knowing those that wronged me shall die.” Discord smirks. “The time is not here, the pony I need to know more before I give you what you need and then you give me your soul if I like the answer.” The birth of a foal to a family of power-hungry ponies. Who use their power to gain more power and money. What shall happen next you wonder? Find out next time when we go into the teen years and more shall be known.