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"Twilight, mail's here!" Spike's voice rang through the hollow tree.
"What is it?" Twilight yelled from her position on the couch.
"An ad for 'Quills and Sofas'!"
"Toss it!" Discord and Twilight spoke in unison. A whole morning, and still nothing had happened. Discord suspected by now that Pinkie Pie would have burst through the door screaming; either in joy or fear. But nothing came. Twilight lay on the couch reading her book, Spike roamed around, occasionally asking Twilight if she had anything she needed done.
Nothing.
Maybe Pinkie Pie would hold more answers.
He simply walked through the wall, his arms crossed behind his back.
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He had checked everypony.
All of the Elements of Harmony were busy doing normal things. Even Pinkie Pie was sleeping. That was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
Maybe he could just sit in town hall for a while.
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You'd think being trapped in stone for a thousand years would teach you patience.
To Discord: there is no such thing. Thinking about how to escape was what kept him down for all those years, and here he was again.
Thinking.
What did he do beforehoof/claw/paw? What had he done in those years of rule?
His mind concocted images of his history, remembering odd moments, seeing old faces, doing old things-
Wait.
Seeing old faces.....
His mind raced in memories. Anarchy!
Anarchy had been his right-hoof/claw/paw dragon. He had been... an interesting magician, turning himself into shadows to escape most situations was his favorite thing.
And that's what led him to entrapment.
Anarchy had been brilliantly captured by Princess Luna, being locked into stone like Discord.
Except his physical body had been discarded, and he was trapped in a gemstone, only to be released by those who absolutely wished to free him.
An absolutely terrible idea on Luna's part. Seriously, who designs something like that? Almost anypony could let him out!
But now the decision was made. Although Discord wasn't physical, he might have a high probability he can have enough of a desire to bleed through and free Anarchy...
........Why hadn't he thought of this before?
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Can we please just leave her here?
You sure you really want to leave Dinky alone when she does this?
For Dinky? No. For me? Yes. This is a pointless thing to waste her time on! Why does she even care?
Well, you seemed to really enjoy softball when we were younger. When did that become useful?
Oh! It's starting! I'm so excited for the little filly!
Dinky planted both her hooves in the wooden floor, preparing her body for what was to come. Ponies shuffled in their seats, and Dinky cleared her throat, the sound ringing around the stadium. For such a young filly, she was already recruited into a choir. Not many fillies could pull that off.
But as the spotlight turned on, we saw no choir behind Dinky. The curtains were raised, so they weren't pulling that thing off. They were probably going to run out and do a bunch of back-flips or something.
She tilted the microphone toward her.
"I'm sorry everypony. It turns out that My whole choir forgot about this concert. We'll have to reschedule."
Wow. A groan rippled through the audience.
"You will be refunded for my team's carelessness. I'm sorry!" The disappointment died a bit at the mention of refunds, but because of Dinky's adorable and saddened voice, it was impossible for the noise to lower any more. Dinky cantered off the stage, ponies returning to the doors, having wasted their time for nothing.
Biggest. Fail. Ever.
*Sniffle* Why? All I wanted was a cupcake...
We were here for Dinky.
She's my cupcake...
Ditzy, don't you find it odd that Derpy literally thought sniffle?
That's completely unrelated to the situation!
Still, I find it funny.
Let's just check on Dinky to see what's going on. We stood up from our seat and headed down backstage.
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We pushed open the front door, tossing out saddlebags on the couch as we entered. Derpy and I were sad that Dinky hadn't gotten a chance to perform, while Rina was too busy thinking about whatever, too self centered at the moment.
Hey!
We plopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. The light of sunset was being cast through the windows, casting the room in a perfectly orange glow. Although we were sad, the brightness of the color and its source were too distracting.
And then something that we all despised happened.
The worst thing that could ever happen, and we all knew it. Even Derpy despised it, especially when she was the source.
We got a song stuck in our head.
Ditzy! Why? Why did you think of that? It's orange outside! Not brown!
And then Derpy began to sing along, purely out of the need of a song.Chocolate Rain!
No, Derpy!
I have to agree with her. It's better to hear at least some song after that disappointment.
I didn't even care in the first place...