//------------------------------// // Ponies Don't Play Blackjack // Story: Discordant Dreamscape // by MrSpartan //------------------------------// Discord, the spirit of chaos and disharmony, was standing on the ceiling of Fluttershy’s cottage, in total disregard of gravity. A sullen look was painted on his asymmetrical features. Discord would never admit it, but being alone was his only real weakness. Well, that and having to rein in his abilities. Discord closed his eyes and let the golden years come flooding back like so much chocolate milk. When he was ruler of the land, other ponies were around him day and night, whether they wanted to be or not. He could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. That was before he thought anything could possibly challenge his power. They didn’t need to like it, but ponies would always do as they were told, with proper motivation. He could always get a second opinion on what his best tricks were. Some of his subjects would even laugh without his prompting, they showed him his best work, and how to be even funnier. Best of all, every new day brought forth a veritable parade of unexpected events. Discord smiled at the memories. There might be a silly revolt from a particularly ungrateful group of ponies one day; then perhaps one of his old chaotic creations would change in a way he hadn’t anticipated. It was all in good fun. Nopony was hurt as far as he could tell during his reign. Plus, he let them have each other. Being in a group was more fun than being alone. Discord slowly opened his eyes. His smile immediately shifted to a scowl. That was a rare mistake on my part. Shows what I get for considering others.   It was him alone, that could keep away the kill-joys like changelings, dragons, and numerous other beasts. Those louts had absolutely no sense of humor. It was all pillage, eat, destroy, or conquer. Sometimes it was all four at once. Discord groaned. It was all very uninteresting and repetitive. He had set up clear borders to his playpen of a country. Any spoilsports were welcome to pack up and leave. He'd make no attempt to gather them once they were over the borders. They just wouldn't be under his protection anymore. Discord shrugged. He had never said their choice was fair or easy, but at least he offered them one. Freedom and chaos were the name of the game back then. Friendship had been a new piece added to the game. Somewhere along the line, the groups of ponies he had let stay together started forming the curious bond. He had always thought friends just slowed you down when they needed help. He still thought that, but he never thought he might be the one who needed help. When that time had come, nopony lifted a hoof for their magnificent ruler as he had expected. Not a single one of them stood by his side despite all the joy he had surely brought into their lives. Discord’s claws clenched hard. Those ungrateful little punks. He had been so confident that at least a few of his subjects would challenge the wannabes Luna and Celestia along with him. Not even one of them stepped up to object to the new fillies in town. Where else would they get their chaos if he wasn’t around to provide the good stuff? What would they do without him? That was partially why he had been laughing so hard when the Elements of Harmony had hit him the first time. The other reason was disbelief that the elements could truly stop him. He was chaos incarnate. That made him an unstoppable force. Despite what he believed, it seemed the only one in Discord’s corner was himself That just hadn’t been enough. So when he had been staring down at Celestia and Luna with their trinkets, he had laughed. He laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. It was the last good laugh he would have for a very long time. Next thing he knew, he was alone and unmoving. Everything had gone dark and cold. The memory alone brought a shiver to his spine. He still wondered why his back up plan had never sprouted up and freed him. Must have been all that acid he left in the soil. Discord's eyes lost their distant gaze, as he refocused on the cottage of his one good friend. To his disappointment, Fluttershy wasn’t home to enjoy his chaos with him. Still, Discord preferred being alone at his only real friend’s house than the private chambers Celestia had so generously "gifted” him upon his reformation. Private chambers? Yeah, right! He knew he was constantly monitored when he bothered to stay there. Unfortunately, it was also the only place he was allowed to do anything he wanted, chaotically speaking. So his options were limited chaos that wouldn’t bother his friend Fluttershy. Admittedly she let him get away with quite a lot. While the other option was that he could use as much chaos as he wanted within the confines of his own room, which he had taken the liberty to expand to the size of a hoofball field. Except he would be under the dispassionate glare of Celestia the whole time. Call it crazy, but he really couldn’t stand having every bit of his creativity being constantly judged by Princess Sun Butt. Discord loved to see ponies’ reactions to his chaos. However, when said reactions were always disapproving scowls—not to mention the ridiculous denial of knowing anything about his performances within his so called private room, it was all just so boring On the other hoof-claw-paw or what have you, this wasn’t much better. Discord was calmly standing on the living room ceiling, snapping away at the potted plants around the cottage and turning them into random things. Sure, it had been fun at first, but now something was missing. “Ugh, I’m bored,” Discord said. A bush became a yellow and red eyeball with a pair of comically small legs to waddle around on. “Boring,” Discord repeated. A fern on the windowsill flashed into a red and white polka dotted venus flytrap plant with a large tongue hanging out as it panted like a dog. “Booooring,” Discord said again. That annoyingly-symmetrical square container of animal feed instead became a much more appealing bear trap. No harm would befall the animals of course. Fluttershy would never forgive him if he caused harm to one of her precious animals, so it was made of rubber. It was still interesting to see the startled reactions of some of the animals who had come over to sniff it, only to be temporarily caught in the squeaky toy’s hold. “Boring, boring, boring,” Discord sighed. As Discord tried to find amusement, he transformed the set of greenery in one corner of the room. Their leaves shaped into arms and their roots stuck out of the bottoms of pots. They soon started forming a small triangle with two plants in the middle sporting black and white boxing gloves. The two plants circled each other as the other plants booed and hissed for one or the other to score the first blow. When the first swing made contact, clods of fertilizer were traded between the green spectators. Discord was looking on with a half lidded expression. He absently cleaned his left ear as the illegal plant fight he had created continued. With a heavy sigh, he snapped his claws and everything went back to normal. He rematerialized on the floor in concordance with gravity. A huge golden time piece dangled in front of him from a chain attached to the ceiling. “Ugh, shouldn’t she be here by now?” Discord complained. “Maybe if I just wait a little longer she’ll pop in.” The spirit of chaos’ eyes continued to follow the pendulum motions of the time piece until he heard a gentle knocking at the door. “Who iiii~iiii~iiss it?” Discord called out in a sing song voice. “Why, it’s me, you’re best-est friend in the whole wide world!” a feminine voice called back. The door opened and the voice’s owner greeted Discord with as much enthusiasm as its adorable little body could contain. “Hi Discord!” the voice said, its words not always matching its mouth movement. “Good evening Fluttershy! Are you ready to get craaaaaaazy up in here?!” Discord greeted in return. His body shifted through all the colors one could imagine, akin to a confused chameleon. “Oh Discord I just can’t do this anymore!” Fluttershy said. “What is it my dear, Fluttershy?” Discord asked with concern. “I have to confess my undying love for you! You’re irresistible charisma is just too much for my delicate little heart. Not to mention you’re clever, imaginative and just better than all the others could possibly understand. Marry me you fool!” Fluttershy continued. The door slammed open and another, slightly lower pitched feminine voice, spoke up. “Not so fast! I have something to say!” the newcomer yelled. “Twilight, how could you crash my proposal to Discord?!” Fluttershy protested with an awkward wiggle of her tiny arms. “I’m sorry Fluttershy, but it’s all clear to me now. Celestia made a mistake allowing any of this to happen!” Twilight said, with an equally awkward wiggle of her arms. “You mean-?” Fluttershy said. “Yes,” Twilight said. “I should never have become the main character of this show! I’m just not pretty enough. That honor should have been Discord’s all along! In fact, Celestia and the uh…other one have already stepped down in order to allow Discord to rule unopposed. They also made today national ‘Twilight Sparkle Has a Stupid Name Day’ and I couldn’t agree more.” “I always knew I was pretty!” Discord said as his eyes watered. The door to the cottage burst open a third time with nopony actually using it. Pinkie Pie entered, with yet another feminine pitched voice. “Not so fast Fluttershy, for it is I, Pinkie Pie!” she said. A spanish guitar went off somewhere in synch with the newest unexpected arrival. “I must confess my love for Discord as well,” Pinkie said as one of her arms tried to reach up to her brow like Rarity, but only managed to shake up and down. “But Pinkie, your love for Discord can never be, due to your evil twin brother Rodriguez having stolen the family fortune!” Fluttershy argued. A copy of Pinkie suddenly arrived wearing a mustache. “Not so fast! I never stole the family fortune! I was framed by my sister Pinkie. She is the true evil twin,” Rodriguez said. Discord was jumping on one foot as he used his arms, right leg, and tail, all to operate the puppets he had made of the ponies when he heard a creaking of wood come from his left. The door to the cottage was slightly ajar, as the real Fluttershy peaked inside with an extremely uncomfortable look on her face. “Hi,” Discord simply stated, still balancing on one leg. “Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting, it’s just, this is my house and I didn’t know you were over for a visit or that you were busy with, um, I’ll just, come back later, if that’s ok with you,” Fluttershy whispered, slowly closing the door. The door shut with a quiet click, leaving Discord alone again with the plants, puppets and a newly gathered crowd of animals staring up at him with a variety of smirks. Their looks just screamed at how sad the whole display was. “Oh, like you could have improvised a better plot twist than Rodriguez not being the evil twin. I can’t work under these conditions,” Discord said. Discord snapped his claws. In a flash, the puppets were gone and he now wore a pair of jeweled sun glasses and a white t-shirt that read ‘main character’. An open doorway appeared between him and the other animals. “I’ll be in my trailer,” he finished. He then slammed the door, causing both it and himself to teleport out of the cottage.   Two and a half seconds later he rematerialized in the library treehouse of one Twilight Sparkle, leader of the Elements of Harmony and the princess’s personal protégé. Discord liked to think of her less as an authority figure to be respected and more of a target for all his most illogical shenanigans. She was also fun to talk to sometimes, when Fluttershy wasn’t around. She tolerated him better than most ━which wasn’t saying much━ and he always knew just what to say to get under the logical mare’s skin. She had been taking notes from a particularly interesting book on how paint dried when the spirit of chaos appeared like a ghost behind her. His face was overcome with a manic grin. “Hey Twilight!” he screamed into her ear. Twilight screeched like a filly and clasped onto the nearby ledge of the upper level of her library, “Discord you know I hate that!” She was shaking like a terrified puppy. Discord put on a mocking expression of surprise and put one eagle talon up to his chin. “Does that frighten you, Twilight Sparkle? Oh, how forgetful of me. You know my old mind just isn’t what it used to be. It’s always breaking down,” he said. With that explanation out of his mouth, a plume of smoke escaped out of his ears accompanied by the sound of grinding gears in his head. Reaching a paw in to see what the problem was, Discord pulled out a monkey wrench. It was covered in brown fur and asking for bananas. Discord opened a new door on his torso and threw the monkey wrench inside. It landed next to a jar of dirt and a container of green stuff labeled ‘Gak’. Twilight had climbed back down to the floor by that point. She glared at Discord in such a way that showed she didn’t want to be bothered by his antics. It went right over his mismatched head of course. Social cues were not his forte, despite the educational efforts of the element bearers. “Where’s that helper lizard of yours, Twilight? I was expecting him to arrive at any moment to join in on the fun,” Discord asked with a mischievous smile. Twilight returned to the table with her notes and book. “He went out grocery shopping for a casserole he wanted to make. So what do you want, Discord? I’m very busy right now.” The smile on Discord’s face faded, as he crossed his arms. “Hmm, seems everypony is too busy to be bothered today. What I want little Twilight is for somepony eager for the honor to spend their day with me. Or is that against the rules set in place by her majesty?” Twilight was reading while she answered, her quill scrawling furiously on the note pad. “Oh no,” she said. “That’s perfectly within the rightful limits of your freedom. So long as you don’t force anypony to spend the day with you. If you’re asking if I will go with you, then I’m afraid the answer is no. I’ve been meaning to read this book for awhile now and it fit in with today’s schedule perfectly.” The spirit floated around her head like a serpentine halo, as he tried to convince her otherwise. “Come now Twilight Sparkle, I’m sure you’ll enjoy a good old-fashioned day of chaos with me much more. Just think of all the amazing things we could do with your brains and my creativity! You point out the logic. I’ll punch the holes in it. If I get too amazing for your little pony brain to comprehend, just utter the word. I’ll dial it back from jabberwocky to flugelhorn. That’s what friends do. Just say you’re ready for fun. Come on, saaay it.” Twilight’s eyes skimmed left and right across the pages of her book. Her ears didn’t even flick while Discord hovered around her head like a talkative house fly. “Stop ignoring me,” he complained. With no response from the unicorn, Discord grabbed her face by the cheeks and tried to make her mimic the words he was saying out of the side of his mouth. It was a very poor imitation of a ventriloquist.His voice was nowhere near close to Twilight’s own. It sounded more like a cartoon mouse than a pony. “Yes Discord, I’d sure love to have fun with you all day instead of staying at home doing boring stuff like re—” he said before being cut off. Twilight batted his claws away from her personal space. “Discord, I’m serious! I’m very busy right now! Go bother somepony else.” Discord held a claw to his chest with a pained expression, but quickly masked it with a sneer. He descended to the floor with his fists clenched. “Fine, I’ll just go see the pink one instead. It’ll be better than spending time with you! We’ll have blackjack, and an amusement park. In fact, forget the park! I’m gonna go play blackjack!” he said. With a snap he was gone, leaving Twilight to her book. She wondered if she had been too harsh with Discord, but soon remembered how unfocused he was in general. He’d probably forget all about it and move on in a few minutes. She looked back at her book. Despite its fascinating text on all the different methods to magically dry paint, her eyes scanned the same paragraph ten times. After quite a few more irritating minutes of rereading, she gave up and threw her front hooves up in the air. “Uuuuuggghh, now I need to find out what the hay blackjack is!” she yelled.   Sugar Cube Corner was a place everypony wanted to be. It had the best sweets in all of Ponyville. It was a friendly place, where one could meet up with friends and just hang out. Its sweets were so renowned that it made semi-regular deliveries to Princess Celestia herself, usually in bulk orders. The staff was friendly and it was overall a pleasant place to visit. It was one specific member of the staff that really drew ponies in: Pinkie Pie. Unfortunately for the business of Sugar Cube Corner, if Pinkie was a lure, then Discord was a giant neon sign that said beware. “Oh honey, I’m home!” he called out. All the ponies in Sugar Cube Corner bolted for the door the instant he flashed inside, wearing a brown bus driver’s uniform. The ponies didn’t know what a bus was, but that was beside the point. “B-b-but I’m already married,” Mrs. Cake said, shaking behind the counter. Discord looked down at the co-owner of the bakery, appearing all the more terrifying due to his natural height. Discord quickly discarded the flashlight he had been holding under his face. "Oh sweet Mrs. Cake, you misunderstand. I too am married,” he said. “You are?” the plump mare asked. “Of course, I’m married to chaos. Oh I know, chaos isn’t a physical thing, but when you’re a draconequus on the go you inevitably end up married to your work. Now enough idle chit-chat. Where is Pinkie Pie this fine day?” said Discord. Just then Pinkie Pie burst out of a breadbox on the store counter. “Here I am!” Mrs. Cake almost had a heart attack from all the spontaneous appearances in her store. Even Discord paused for a split-second before nearly falling over in a fit of giggles. Mrs. Cake took the lull in the mad god’s attention to slip out the back of the bakery. It was as good a time as any to buy fire insurance for her store, as well as insurance against flood, giant robot attack, spontaneous non-existence; the basics when Discord and Pinkie were in the same room. “Oh, Pinkie your penchant for laughter is nothing short of miraculous,” Discord said between breaths. While he floated there in his bus driver suit, Pinkie was struggling to free her back hoof that was still stuck in the bread box. Why it was her back hoof that was stuck and not her entire body was anyone's guess. “Thanks Discord, I’m glad you enjoyed it! My neck fur stood on end and my stomach was gurgle-y so I knew you were about to pop in. Now what can I do for you?” Pinkie Pie asked. Discord finally stopped laughing long enough to get to the reason for his visit. “Well, I was bored and everypony else is apparently too busy to worship the ground I occasionally walk on, so I thought I’d pay you a visit. Up for a friendly game of Fizbin?” Pinkie was momentarily blinded. When she opened her eyes the store was dark, except for a cone of light around the new star shaped table with two mismatched chairs. Discord was shuffling a deck of cards and wearing a card shark hat that shaded his eyes, but held no top to get in the way of his horns. The hat had replaced his previous costume. “The rules of Fizbin are simple. You want to get two kings and a jack. That’s called a formaldehyde flush except on every other Thursday. That’s when you flush the flush by getting a Mountain Dew Code Red. But never draw any card ranging from 1-5 as that puts you at a disadvantage, except when it’s raining chocolate milk, then you can draw again. Now on the off chance you get all the queens then you need to—” Discord rambled on. Pinkie raised her hoof like a school filly would to their teacher. “Actually Discord, I have to work today.” The sound of a record player scratching to a halt filled the air. The lights in the room went back to normal. Discord’s left eye twitched. “What?” “When I asked you what I could do for you, I was asking what you wanted to order. I thought it was a good question, since you can just magic up any kind of treat you want. Then I thought to myself, “Pinkie you ask the silly head whether he wants you to make him a cupcake like you should. So I was all like, okay! Then I was going to ask you about the cupcake, but I got side tracked thinking about whether you wanted something besides a cupcake. I thought, maybe you’d like a cinnamon roll more, or maybe you wanted a scone! There are so many things you could order, so I decided— Hey are you alright?” Pinkie Pie said. Discord had turned away so that his back was to the rambling pony about half-way through her nonsensical speech. All she could see of his face was his flicking ears until he turned around at her last question. She leaned back a bit at his intense smile. He looked like he was going to break a blood vessel from the effort of smiling at the pony. His red pupils were pinpricks on his wide yellow eyes. The left one was still twitching. “Bitter?! Who said I was bitter? I’m not bitter at all! In fact, I’m feeling peachy keen. So I’ll leave you alone, because your boring job is clearly more fun than me. Because chaos is behind the times and ain’t nopony got time fo’ dat!” Confusion filled her voice as she responded. “I’m sorry?” Discord’s face was still stuck as he answered, “No Pinkie Pie, it’s out there, now we have to live with it.” Discord transported out of the store. Pinkie was rubbing her head. “But, what did I say?”   Meanwhile, at the Legion of Doom at Rarity’s house. The unicorn was holding a beautiful purple and blue dress, with intricately woven patterns and the most expensive fabrics. Rarity didn’t like to brag, but by Celestia was she good! The dress was perfect. The sweeping gown would enhance Princess Luna’s natural dark beauty. The curves would be noticeable in all the right places without seeming seductive. The sparkle in the lower part of the gown would make her body as gorgeous as her starry mane. She hadn’t slept for two days, but she had finally perfected it. She put it back down on the table next to her sleeping cat Opal. She couldn’t move her precious little kitty, even if Opal was somewhat in the way before. It didn’t matter now though. The dress was finished and it was fabulous. “So sleepy, but so worth it. Princess Luna will absolutely adore her outfit for the upcoming Grand Galloping Gala. Her first appearance at the gala in centuries and she asks me of all ponies to make it for her. Oh, Rarity you really are reaching for the stars now. Maybe a small nap is in order though,” she said. She could barely keep her eyes open as she finished her figurative pat on the back. That’s when Discord showed up. “Hey Rarity, guess who’s next on the list?!” Discord appeared in her workshop with a display of fireworks and a pair of ear rending megaphones in his claws. One of the fireworks accidently caught fire to Rarity’s dress. Then the smoke turned on the emergency magic sprinklers in the room. That put out the fire on the burnt dress, but agitated Opal into a scratching fit. Rarity’s masterpiece was regrettably the closest thing to Opal. Rarity moved to save what remained of her work. She was quickly attacked by the berserk cat. “Not the dress, Opal! Not the dress! No Opal not the face either! Not the face!” Rarity screeched. Eventually the sprinklers stopped. Discord remained fine under the upside down rainbow colored umbrella he had conjured up. Rarity on the other hoof, was soaked. Her beautiful mane was ruined and her face covered with cat scratches. The outfit she had spent so much time and effort tailoring was a blackened, soggy, torn up piece of cloth. It wasn’t fit to be used as a piece of toilet paper, let alone a dress for royalty. Rarity’s eyes contained a fire behind them that was unending, just like her loathing of Discord at that moment. She pointed a trembling hoof at him and growled, “Get...out!” Discord eyes opened wide, but he tried to plead his case. “Hey, no need to sound so bossy. Now look Rarity, I know this may appear bad, but if you really care about that dress soooo much I’ll make you a better one. Besides, who’s to blame here really? I mean, when you think about it, it was that flea bag of yours that butchered your face and that dress. If anything, you should be blaming that fluffy feline of yours. Not to mention, it was you who decided to own such a rotten pet. So technically, this all your fault,” he said. Rarity said only one word, “Elements." Discord's back went rigid. He shut up by sealing his mouth with a zipper and snapping his way out of there as fast as he could.   Rainbow Dash might not have been the first choice for Discord to have fun with, but at least he wasn’t trapped with Rarity anymore. He was only allowed to interact with others as long as one of the element bearers or an escort from the princess was watching him. If he disappeared for more than a nanosecond, he’d be turned back to stone faster than he could say ‘I guess I’ve hit rock bottom’. He was a stone’s throw from biting the dust and he couldn’t stand being stuck between a rock and hard place. Discord paused before knocking on Rainbow’s door. Perhaps it was time to call it a day, lest he anger more of the element bearers. He shrugged. "Nah." These ponies are surprisingly anti-social. Is a little forced company too much to ask for? What about all that friendship noise they keep going on about? Hypocrites. He politely knocked on the door with his tail. Each chaotic knock was a different sound. First it was a dog bark, then it was shattering glass, then it was a kazoo noise. Discord’s ears perked up as he heard a fourth sound that wasn’t his. It was the subtle whoosh sound of air.   “Drafty up here,” he said.   He knocked on the door harder than before and with louder sounds accompanying them. “Oh Rainbow Dash, an all powerful spirit of disharmony and chaos is knocking at your door. Better open up already!”   He wasn’t waiting for her to open the door anymore. Instead of flashing his way in he decided on the direct approach. He crashed through the side wall of her house bellowing, “Oh yeah!” as he did. The radical guitar strum he had made when he plowed his way through the cloud wall was the only sound that accompanied his entrance. His wide smile shrunk. Discord had expected a gasp of surprise at the very least. The only clue that hinted Rainbow Dash was ever here was the hastily scrawled note left on the living room table. Discord picked it up. The hoof writing was wavy and the words were poorly spelled, but he had seen much worse. “Gon grossaree sopping” read the note. Discord lowered the note that was blocking the view of his face to reveal a set jaw, wrinkled forehead and eyes squeezed shut. His lion paw went up to his face and pushed it inward. It was as if someone had taken a giant pencil and erased all of his facial features. His body then proceeded to flip out. No magic or sound accompanied his spasms except for the muffled noise of shouting, hollering, and a string of words so foul not even the saltiest of sailors would repeat them. After about ten solid minutes of writhing in aggravation he pulled his face back out. Now he looked more bored and serious than his usual demeanor would permit. “I’m beginning to sense a theme here,” he said. Discord looked out one of the many windows of the house and saw the sun was beginning to set in its predictable fashion. A dazzling array of oranges and reds painted the sky. With nopony around he allowed his guard to drop along with his posture. His loneliness felt raw since he had such a separate point of reference to compare it too. At least when he was in stone he hadn’t yet known what friendship felt like. It made being alone feel slightly less like a punishment and more like a penalty after drawing a particularly bad hand at Fizbin. "Huhhhgh..." he sighed. Ignorance was truly bliss. Discord slapped himself, causing his head to go in circles like the hand of an out of control clock. He grabbed his head with both of his mismatched limbs as it rotated back to its usual angle. “Come on now! You’re Discord, manipulator of reality, former ruler of all of Equestria, king of chaos, the maddest god of all the mad gods!” he cheered to himself. He snapped his claw and a copy of himself wearing an olive drab military uniform was standing next to him chomping a candy cigar. “Reality is nothing to you soldier! You don’t get sad, you get crazy!” Military Discord yelled. “I’m so crazy right now!” Discord yelled. “You don’t get mad; you get even crazier than before!” Military Discord yelled. “I’m already hearing voices!” Discord yelled. “How crazy are you?!” Military Discord yelled. “Two plus two equals fish!” Discord yelled. “That’s not crazy enough!” Military Discord yelled. “I’m gonna burn their families and rape their houses!” Military Discord cringed a little. He positioned two eagle talons like he was holding a coin between them. “Maybe dial it back a bit.” “Asylums are my summer vacation homes!” Discord yelled. “Dang straight! You’ve got to believe in the chaos! Now you go out there, and show them what you’re made of!” Military Discord finished before vanishing. “Yes, I believe!” Discord shouted with renewed vigor. He ran to the nearest window, jumped out of it, and shouted, “I believe I can flyyyyyy!” The wind rushed passed Discord’s body as he fell through the air with his arms and ears, but not his wings, flapping like a bird. His closed eyes and goofy grin displayed his enthusiasm for the world to see. A grey colored rainbow trail flowed like paint behind him, tracing his flight path, as he pulled up before crashing into the dirt. He glided his way to the Apple family orchard just inches above the ground. “To the silly pony’s farm,” Discord proclaimed. Then he hit a tree, with a loud THWACK , face first.