//------------------------------// // The drums of war beat // Story: PIE: Patapon In Equestria // by Runa //------------------------------// I'm going to switch this story into third person, at least for now. Discord was making cookie dough, at least that's what it looked like. "Hmm, should I add a little bit of a hive mind element? Nah. Anarchy? Not in the mood. Religious hierarchy? I don't want to copy the idea ENTIRELY." As he was saying this, jars appeared and dispersed around him. He then found the one he wanted. "Ahah! Of course! Monarchy! That'll do nicely!" He then blinks out in a flash of bright light, only to reappear riding a wild mixer "Now that I have all the parts, now it's time to make them!" The mixers beaters then became four fingered hands, which then shaped the dough into the shape of a Patapon with an eye the shape of a sideways trapezoid. Discord then hopped of, to which the mixer fled. He then started swinging the dough thing around, and let go. Instead of flying off, however, it circled around him. He then started adding the final details. When he was done, he grabbed it. He then snapped his fingers and a campfire appeared, along with a marshmallow roasting stick. He grabbed the stick, and stabbed the dough thing with it. He then started cooking it over the fire, whistling something that shouldn't be able to be whistled. He closed his eyes, however, and didn't notice the figure elongating slightly. Before long, it was an oval, not a circle. But not long after that, an alarm went off, and Discord dropped the stick. The campfire then imploded into the shape, and it came to life. "Who am I?" It wondered. Discord flashed briefly, and then had a military suit on. It was a jungle green and eye blinding pink plaid. "You are Durak, my assistant in ruling the new nation of Discopolus!" The newly dubbed Durak looked confused. "I am?" "Yes you are. Now, make me an army." Durak seemed sad. "How? I don't know what to do!" Discord patted Durak on the back. "Here' I'll help you for the first few ones." He then got out a huge pot, and put a witches hat on that was the same color as his uniform. "Oh, almost forgot! Here's your uniform!" Discord snapped his fingers, and Durak then had a uniform the same color as Discords on. "Now let's get cooking!" Celestia stood up. She had changed into an adult being of angelic wonder. Her cutie mark was of a path made of radiant crystal. She smiled as she looked at the tree. "Thank you, my friend. Now I'm ready." She stepped forward and touched her horn to the tree. The tree started withering as Celestia grew in power, and as her cutie mark changed sightly. Now the path was marked with the symbol's of the Elements of Harmony. She then turned to the exit and walked to it. She arrived outside and took flight. She flew to where Harmony directed her to go. A mountain in the center of the continent. She scowled at the chaotic nature of the place, but she knew that she could only do this once. So she needed to make it count. She landed on the top of the mountain, and started to channel her magic into it. The mountain then started turning into crystal, starting from the top and going down to the bottom. Once the mountain was crystal, and Celestia was sweating, she used the magic in the mountain to shape it. The mountain's top then became a spire reaching to the sky. The spire swallowed her up as it rose making a throne room, and making a throne under her. The rest spire then was hollowed, and rooms were made. Then a gate was formed in the base of the mountain, and the two places were connected. She also made barracks that lined the path from the gate to the spire. Celestia then slumped in the throne, emptied of all of her energy. "I am glad to be the conduct of Harmony in this world." And with that, she fell asleep. Kami felt the world changing as Celestia became one with Harmony. He immediately became worried. "Meden." Meden was standing beside him, and turned to him as he spoke. "Yes, Great One?" Meden had become much more mature in that month, and Kami was grateful for that. "Gather the tribe. Something's wrong." Meden bowed. "Yes great one. At once." Kami waited as the tribe was gathered in front of Mater. When they were all gathered, he floated in front of Mater. Meden walked up beside him. He waited a second for the whispers to die down before speaking. "You all must be wondering why I have gathered you all here." To this there was much nodding. "It's because somethings happened. I don't know what yet, but it's not good." At this exclamations broke out. "We need to be vigilant. We will NOT be unprepared!" Some cheers broke out. "Now, we prepare to MARCH!" Much louder cheers were shouted out. Kami then whispered to Meden. "Get everyone ready, got it?" Meden nodded. "Yes, Great One." Meden then began to direct every one to their places. The warriors of the tribe stayed before Kami, waiting orders. After the rest of the tribe were going to their places, Kami spoke. "Now my warriors, we need to find what's wrong with the world. FOLLOW ME!" he began moving his troops in the direction he felt the change coming from. Discord giggled as he watched the pots working. Durak was standing beside him, grateful to not be manning a pot anymore. There were many Patapon spinoffs, which Discord had dubbed Discons, working the new pots. New Discons were popping out every minute, and each one has a slightly different look. "This is going to be so good!" Discord practically squeed. "Yes sir." Durack said, trying not to attract his ire. He had seen what Discord would do to the disobedient recently. The worst part was when the dissenter was turned back into dough, and put back in one of the pots. Durak had noticed that the next few Discons to come out of that pot had different attributes of that same Discon. Durak flinched as Discord yawned. "Well, it's time for me to get my sleep. Good night, Durak." "Good night, sir." Durak breathed a sigh of relief as Discord disappeared. Only to stiffen as a miniature Discord with a sleeping bag appeared on his head. Discord then settled down for the night. Durak could only curse his fate.