DIVIDED FOUNDATIONS: chapter two: First Stone
*The storyteller looks down at the youth. the story teller looks at it's self in the mirror. It? Because like the hologram the storyteller does not really exist. It is alive, but at the same time... a product of the Canterlot court. The story teller was a almost see though energy, possessing the body of a pony of Candace or Luna's in size. It was hard to determine if the design was that of a female or male, the features were blurred. And at different emotions the body energy would change. Right now it was a sable glow of purple, with lighter purple eyes to match, but with no pupils or iris, just lit like a firefly in the summer.
The mane and tail of the storyteller flowed like a ponies hair under water, also the same color as the body. The storytellers body might of been made of energy, but close to it's core that operated it, the body became dense and solid, protecting it's crystal like heart. The steps made no noise... it did not breathe or need to eat, this core provided it with the operating life force that it needed to complete this... mission.*
YOUTH: Another element?! That could be anypony!
STORYTELLER: And that is why I need your help.
YOUTH: But... all i have ever done was stay in the background... never really said anything... to anypony... barely miss... sher-- Oh Celestia my teacher....!
*The youth starts crying... The storyteller steps up to the crying young mare. It then folds in it's legs laying it's self close to the fillies level*
STORYTELLER: What you are doing is of no use to this situation. I understand that you are emotional and confused of the future developments. But becoming overly emotional shall not help in this matter. Do not make the mistakes of your Forefathers and Fore-mothers
YOUTH: I'M WHO I'AM! And... I know that does not help... your right... But what is sitting in this... Book and chemical room going to help. We need to get out there and face this!
STORYTELLER: Not without proper thought and planning! that is what happened to every pony else.
HOLOGRAM-SPARKLE: And do not worry... He is not a killer... Unfortunately... he maybe...
YOUTH: WHAT?! WHAT?! Just tell me! I can take it! No more secrets! if I'm going to be apart of this then i need to know everything to combat this, right?!
HOLOGRAM-SPARKLE: He... Maybe... using them... for his own devices
YOUTH: Like toys... Why... How can... anypony truly be... like this?
STORYTELLER: We need to research origins and family lines, but i'm sure that the twilight sparkle program can preform the needed diagnostics. Twi-61- do run 4-8-15-11-25 HS omega.
*the twilight sparkle program nods and then disappears. She then reappears at a tall storage unit. It opens revealing hundreds of blood samples. Six test tubes are filled from samples. Twilight hologram reappears at another location starting work on a computer. The story teller looks down at the youth. The youth looking down and avid. The story teller then walks away. It stops at another storage unit. Opening it reveals food. The youth looks and is instantly delighted to smell and see food. the story teller magically makes a hay sandwich, with a side of water. The youth digs in.*
HOLOGRAM-SPARKLE: I have information and strands going past 3,458 thousand years... it could be anypony. But thanks to Celestia and twilight sparkles research i can maybe trace it to more recent times...
STORYTELLER: How recent?
HOLOGRAM-SPARLKLE: Give or take 430-678 years.
STORYTELLER: Good-
YOUTH: WHAT?! Are you insane?! that could-
STORYTELLER: I have information going back before the building of canterlot castle that is well over 5,000 years old. So it being only a mere 400-600 years is a few generations or as you would say "a gallop in the park".
YOUTH: o-
STORYTELLER: How long will this take to process twi-61?
HOLOGRAM-SPARKLE: Two days the most.
YOUTH: (Gasp)!
HOLOGRAM-SPARKLE: Storyteller, could you please handle that young filly?! My program was not made for ponies to converse and emote around me. There is a rest area to that green door.
YOUTH: Sorry miss... hologram... the sooner she does what she needs to do the better... besides a good lay down sounds good... But... are you sure that... he cannot come inn here?
STORYTELLER: Yes... as long as he is not looking for us and does not know that we exist, and also does not know anything of this secret laboratory.
*The youth nods her head. She follows the storyteller to the bedroom. The youth uses her horn to float her sandwich and water with her. The storyteller closes the door behind it's self. The youth climbs in bed placing the sandwich and water on a close table*
YOUTH: What else do i need to know?
STORYTELLER: As i said before.... Not to make the same mistakes of your ancestors. Our ancestors had the right idea... Law, balance and freedom of thought. But at the same time... it was as if putting a apple leaf on top of a snake bite. It maybe covered... But the poison still lingers.
They thought that since they created the Everfree Collectuim, that it needed a Central leader. they did not want to run out of resources again and also thought that having a physical embodiment of the world government would further unify the new tribes and towns. so a... audition of sorts was consummated....
All the beings youth and strong of the world came from the tribes and settlements to Everfree Collectuim. They were so over joyed to see one another that some permanently settled within the city. The audition of sorts was to see whom was the best well rounded and strongest among them... one male... one female... then marry them to each other so that they could have a Heir to the Everfree Collectuim. To the world as we know it...
Many tried, and many failed. But then there were three... two males and one female. A pony mare. A Fairy pony male-
YOUTH: Fairy pony?!
STORYTELLER: We do not know if they still exist. The last sighting of the pony-kind was well over 1500 years ago during the changeling undertaking-but that is a different lecture-
YOUTH: Wow...
STORYTELLER: A pony mare... earth pony. A Fairy pony stallion, and what you may call today a Chimera. Somepony that is made up of different body parts-
YOUTH: LIKE DISCORD! IT WAS DISCORD, RIGHT!
STORYTELLER: No... this was not Discord... But his father... And the pony mare would be his mother. The fairy pony was very disappointed that he had lost. reports state that he was fond of the earth pony, but others witnessed the suave and masculine chimera win over the earth pony. she accepted him as her husband and king. And they actually loved each other. There romance is legendary even to this day. It was king Liongle-foot, the name of the Chimera, that ordered the building of many familiar sites today.
Cloudsdale, once called Skybed was a vacation resort for the couple. The gem mines that are near ponyville was founded to search for the most precious gems and diamonds for his beloved. And even the rail ways that take you to different locations within Equestria were once plain dirt roads so that the king and queen could walk and enjoy each other while visiting different locations within Equestria. They rarely took royal carriages anywhere... The first Era of Innocence was strong in their blood.
You would believe that such a loving couple would produce a awe inspiring offspring... It backfired. The birth of who we know today as "Discord" Was the happiest and most celebrated of all events. Mostly because it took over 300 years for his birth... They tried to have children before and after so long the kingdom was over joyed. So this being most likely their only child, they spoiled him greatly.
If he wanted cotton candy for breakfast, it was prepared before he even awoke. Diaries from the servants of the time state that the young "Playtrick Bullhoof liongle the first" had a fondness for sweets and snacks that worried the servants of his health and raising. Sometimes he was found sneaking into the kitchen trying to make his own lunch, and when particularly playful... or upset with the servants he would switch around the ingredients. The servants gently pleaded with the parents, but the love for their son did not even make them slap their hooves that him.
YOUTH: "Playtrick bull-what?"
STORYTELLER: Yourrr "Discord's" true name... Playtrick Bullhoof Liongle the First.
YOUTH: So discord was a brat... figures... a spoiled one at that.
STORYTELLER: Indeed... This is what i mean by planning... Not only where the parents of Discord free and without care when they were young, they did not prepare for their upcoming child. then after Playtrick was birthed, they did not know what to do with him. they loved him and was weak with him, giving him no discipline. When ever you endeavor to do ANYTHING in life, my young mare... always... at the very least think things threw.
YOUTH: So is that why he is the way he is today? His parents turning a blind eye?
STORYTELLER: Partly... Playtrick was just the first stone in the foundation... There are more things that drive someones spirit to become chaotic...
YOUTH: And what's that?
STORYTELLER: How about you take a nap, young mare?
YOUTH: But I need to learn more-Yarn- about-
STORYTELLER: My sensors are detecting fatigue, so slumber now. You need all the rest you can phantom.
YOUTH: What about you?
STORYTELLER: My core is everlasting... Good slumber young mare.
YOUTH: But how can I have a good slumber when... all of this... is happening...?!
STORYTELLER: You must accept the situation, especially if we are going to find this new element. There is nothing that we can do now, and bouncing off the walls with frustration and worry shall not help. Now... what was your name? I never asked..
YOUTH: Your right... I'am tired... and... my-yarn-name isszzz....
*The youth fell asleep. The storyteller covered the youth with a blanket. It then walked to a wall, knocking on it lightly three times. Suddenly a section of the wall holographically turns to a viewpoint a kind of one sided window where you could look out but no one could look in.
The sun was in the sky, but it was night all around. As if the suns brightness was being blanketed by the night. The flood waters where starting to climb to the sky like a arch. The ground was disappearing.*
STORYTELLER: What in the name of Equestria are you doing Playtrick... What have you become?! This... This is the worse that I've ever seen you, do... Except for the era... when I was first created... The era of the spirits. Not.... Not again...
To be continued!!!