//------------------------------// // One // Story: A Pretty Little Dime // by Plumage //------------------------------// Discord. My dearest Discord. I remember watching you kiss Celestia. I was about to offer up Celestia's gifts. And I saw.... You. Her. Together. I could see what she was doing. It was so obvious. But you smiled that beautiful smile so awkwardly...ran your paw through your hair....said something to her.... And she kissed you. I don't know. What I did after that. I think... Something died inside of me, and I "Queen? Queen Dime?" I look up from the letter. Firemane, my Guard, stands in the doorway. "Are you alright, my Queen?" "Fine, Firemane..." "Well...there is one who needs judgement...but that can wait till tomorrow." "What for?" "He was getting high on Equin. He was dealing in it. Some of the substances he had could have sold for more than two hundred Bronzes." "I will...judge him as I deem fit in the morn," I reply. "Yes, Queen Dime." I turn to the scroll. Something died inside of me, and I just, sort of, went into shock. You don't know this but that was the last time I ever saw you. Kissing your special somepony. Ironically, Celestia is the only one of our school friends I keep up with. Are you there with her? She has not mentioned you. You have a right to kiss your special somepony. And I really can't complain. Because it leaves me....open. Besides, Celestia is better for you. She is so much better than me. She is smarter, prettier, she is much more popular and she is the kindest pony I know. Ever. I wish I looked like her. But I'm stuck being gold. And this mane is so distracting. I know it is supposed to symbolize gold and all the gems there are, but the multicoloured sparkles distract me when I am supposed to be talking to my "Dime?" "Who is there?" "It is me. Your student, Emmy." "Emmy, my student. Have you completed your essay on your chosen event of the past?" "Yes!" "What event did you choose?" "Read," said the smaller Pegicorn, "and find out," It was an essay on how the world was formed. The world was never formed, it was truly gifted to me as I left the School of Worthy Kings and Queens. Along with my "Destiny Scroll Results" and a couple of gifts from my friends, I came to this world. I live alone here. Well, not alone alone, but there are no others who truly understand a god's sadness. Apart from another god, but there aren't any of those around here. These small creatures, I shaped them as they evolved. I made them into smaller versions of the powerful Alicorn. Unfortunately, the power of each was greatly weakened compared to mine, because I could not use all of my powers to make them equal to me. So they have weak magic which consists of mainly levitation skills, weak flying skills and not too much strength. There are many races of Pegicorn, based on the many creatures I knew. For example; the black ones with green eyes and turquoise manes have named themselves the Children of Change, the ones that are the ones that mainly live closer to me are the Elite Semi-Royals, and there are many other smaller towns and many forests where more species that I have forgotten about may lie. "That is great." I say, and smile at the pony in front of me. "An accurate description of Fërulia." "Thankyou!" She walks out, carrying the scroll as she leaves. talking to my subjects, because it sparkles in the corner of my eye. Discord, I loved you my whole life. I don't know if you knew, so I guess that's why I wrote so many songs and poems and undelivered letters to you. And Celestia doesn't know either. Which is good. I hope. Even though that would probably be better, because she could probably help me with getting over you. You are probably married with children and a happy life. You don't need me. I read through my letter and sigh. It is too silly. He won't reply to that. I scrunch it up and throw it in the bin. Time to write another rant on to Celestia... (QUIZ) Guess correctly what solar system Fërulia is in, and your OC pony will receive an appearance in this story, because I can't be bothered making up OCs anymore.