//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Divided foundations // by TuniPeace //------------------------------// DIVIDED FOUNDATIONS: chapter three: grout *The next day came. But the Moon was in the sky with a bright day around it. Very brilliant, blue sky, fluffy shady clouds and spring like weather, even though it was the month of Foalbrary. The story teller stood at that window all night forgetting that the youth was in the same room as him. Before it knew it the filly was standing next to it. Her mouth agape, eyes widened and pupils dilated, with shock and awe. The story teller felt stress hormones coming from her and looked to it's side. Tears started filling her eyes as she tried to form words for the utter chaos that she was seeing. Suddenly she turns away and collapses on the bed into tears and sobbing. The storyteller taps the window making it a plain wall again. It then sits next to the sobbing filly. YOUTH: We... we can't win... Someone with the power to do that... STORYTELLER: There is always a way though everything. And Playtrick is much weaker than you believe. *the youth snaps towards the storyteller with a redden, wet face.* YOUTH: HOW?! HUH?! ...huh?! .....how...? STORYTELLER: Thoughtlessness. He is the type of somepony that does not realize what he has until it is gone. Or does not see the forest for the trees until the forest is gone. YOUTH: Look!- Unless all of that knowledge stuff you have can REALLY help... then I just do not want to hear it. STORYTELLER: Not even of your princess Celestia? YOUTH: Everypony knows that her and Luna beat him and turned him into a fountain piece for the garden. STORYTELLER: And I suppose that everypony also is with knowledge of their friendship and how Playtrick... Discord... made her the pony she is today. YOUTH: LIES! Lies! She would never befriend anyone like that! STORYTELLER: I'am the Two princesses personal information unit. The only one of my kind. I was not programmed to make falsehoods or deter from my factual data base... In secret... I'm also... their diary... For some reason i suppose that they wanted a shape of a pony to talk to and also not judge them. YOUTH: Oh my goodness... STORYTELLER: I have knowledge that no one else knows... not even the bath maids know... YOUTH: Don... Don't tell me such personal things... Just... Just tell me about Discord... I feel that... I'm doing something wrong if I'm listening to the princess Luna and celestia's private life... Because I have my own diary... Not like you... that would be awesome... STORYTELLER: Your princess'es are quite smart. They built me themselves... One of the first things they did as sisters. YOUTH: Wow... So, umm... Discord and Celestia were friends. STORYTELLER: The four of them were... YOUTH: Four? STORYTELLER: Princess Luna, Princess Celestia, Playtrick and Celestia and Luna's father StarRider YOUTH: Wow... I know nothing of the princesses father! STORYTELLER: Well it soon came to pass that the parents of Playtrick started to age. Not because of natural causes, but because over the years they slowly fed their son their life force and magic. They wanted to make sure that when it was finally time for them to step down that Playtrick would have all the abilities that he needed to rule over the tribes and cities. Like before they held auditions for a suitor for their son. I know that this might be hard for someone of your age to understand. But Discord was a very popular Stallon with the females. YOUTH: Eww... STORYTELLER: There were even reports of every female being ranging from teenage to elderly over crowding the Collectuim and leaving their marriages and relationships for a chance with him. Believe it or not... The old Discord was quite the lady killer... And he liked it. He relished in the attention. To the delight of some of the servants he threaten to end the search and run off with one of them. Some other ponies say that they had already... "knew" him... YOUTH: Knew him? STORYTELLER: ...Birds and bees...? Intimate... Hugs and kisses and grown-pony things? YOUTH: Oh... OOOHH! Oh No! Awww... STORYTELLER: Well... yes... But even after all of this the parents were disappointed that he did not kind a suitor. And things went from bad to worse, when his father finally put his hoof down and angrily argued about playtricks future. Playtrick.... According to Celestia's memory, from what he told her, left that night while Everypony in the palace was asleep. He flew, ran, and even swam till he saw no more cities or sights of civilization. Playtrick found himself on a high cliff. It seemed untouched and dark, even though the moon was brightly shining. Playtrick punched, kicked and rolled around at the ground, like the grown-child he was. The sounds of his frustrations soon caught the attention of a camping family. (MEMORY MODE): STARRIDER: WHO'S THERE! PLAYTRICK: Wha-What?! Whom are you?! I thought this rock was vacant! STARRIDER: No one owns this cliff, young pony... You have the head of a pony... But... Who are you...? PLAYTRICK: You must be one of those rare hicks that never read the current events or know of your own government. STARRIDER: Listen young stallion... I'm from a special tribe that deals with universal elements and the placement of heavenly bodies. PLAYTRICK: Ah, yes... thee Farscapian tribe... one of the most secluded of the civilizations. I noticed that their was not many of your females at my auditions. STARRIDER: What? Look whatever is going on anywhere else, I probably would NOT know... My wife died almost ten years ago and we have been traveling trying to get my fillies cutie mark the Farscapian way. Though nature and tradition of becoming one with the elements. Now if you wish to learn something new and stop your tantrums then I invite you to stay and break hay-bread with us. But I wish not to have someone trashing about close to my daughters. PLAYTRICK: You dare talk to me this way?! You have NO idea of what I could do with you! maybe I should... "take" one of your daughters as retribution for your threats! STARRIDER: How dare you! I invite you to my cam and you find it a threat?! *Suddenly a young purple pony comes running from the distance, out of the dark. She stands next to her father looking on at the stranger* LUNA: Father! Who is this?! PLAYTRICK: Damn... too young... Still cute... maybe I can keep her in my tower for a few years till she matures... Feed her sweets and rich foods till she fills out in the right places. LUNA: Father, NO! STARRIDER: That is it, young buck! You CELESTIA: Father... what is this? I never heard your voice so inflamed... STARRIDER: Take luna back to the tent! CELESTIA: But father- STARRIDER: Now, you filly! CELESTIA: You always said that we must be understanding to others... Besides he is looking right at me... STARRIDER: WHAT?! Playtrick seemed to be mesmerized by the young celestia under the moonlight. For the first time somepony else interested him than himself. PLAYTRICK: Yes, father, let us break bread. And what is your name? CELESTIA: Celestia of the Farscapians. Playtrick walks up to the family. They are taken aback by his appearance, then remembered the other chimera's on their journey's. Playtrick put's a arm around celestia and lets her lead him back to camp. The father and Luna were close behind them. Playtrick and celestia were already giggling and laughing. Within the tent, Starrider calmed down a little and let Celestia pour tea for the young male. Also as tradition dictated the eldest female would sit next to the guest of the home and serve them for the duration of the meal. Celestia Places herself next to Playtrick, hoofs close together. Her head forward, eyelids lowered and forward also. Playtrick Looked intensively at celestia. Her purple eyes, her white coat and that wavy, lush, pink hair... PLAYTRICK: Candy... Celestia turns her head to Playtrick... Brushing some of her hair off her shoulders to the side. CELESTIA: I beg your pardon? PLAYTRICK: Your hair... It is like... all of you... it is like... candy... STARRIDER: (CLEARS THROAT)... PLAYTRICK: I just want to lick and devour EVERY part of you, my dear... Celestia looks away and blushes, lowering her eyes again. CELESTIA: Oh, my... ah...ahem... STARRIDER: THAT IS IT! Starrider stomps on the ground. He stands and looks down at Playtrick. Celestia puts a hoof in front of Playtrick, looking at her father. Playtrick never had anyone to defend him before. and celestia was touching him. Her long graceful neck gave the sweet smell of forest berries and other exotic things. Playtrick lowered his face into her hair, slightly moving it about. PLAYTRICK: I wonder what the rest of you smells and feels like... CELESTIA: FATHER, REALLY! Not in front of Luna! And you never know... he might be a new friend... We have had friends before. Starrider breathes heavily. Then goes over to Playtrick. Playtrick turns his head to starrider. PLAYTRICK: Oh my... I forgot that everyone was still here... STARRIDER: Listen young buck... I wish not to show my might against you this night or any other in front of my fillies. If you are going to be around us then I'M going to put you under MYyyy hoof! CELESTIA: Kind of like a brother! LUNA: Yea! PLAYTRICK: But the things I wish to do with you... That would be incest... STARRIDER: DAMMIT, BUCK! PLAYTRICK: Besides, I have already had a father... Don't like it anymore... STARRIDER: Well you have not had me... I shall be the grout that puts together the foundation for the rest of your life. PLAYTRICK: This sounds boring... CELESTIA: You don't want to be friends...? Playtrick looks celestia up and down. He sighs and goes limp. PLAYTRICK: I do celestia... and that one over there looks like she may give good laughs. Like her laughter would be fun to conjure. CELESTIA: Oh it is, it is! And... Umm... what is candy? PLAYTRICK: What?! this candy goddess does not know her origins?! STARRIDER: This is going to be a long cutie mark journey. Playtrick and celestia start talking candy. To be continued!!!