Restoring Harmony to the Cosmos

by Orfearus

Epilogue: Final Hope

What is a monster? Is it one who brings Chaos or Fear? I started asking myself that recently.

It looked down at its single wing, and imperfect form

I had a chance to be perfect, a chance to be just like everypony else. But I turned it down. The world did not create me perfect; the world created me a monster

It gaze rose and looked towards the castle standing in front of it

But perhaps I don’t need to be a monster. That yellow pegasus was able to see past this form. Perhaps the world could accept me to just… be. Perhaps, just perhaps. But I’m in too deep now to turn back

It disappeared as quick and quiet as a shadow, navigating its way to the garden where Discord lay once more.

She was one of the elements of harmony. They all were. While Chaos may hold power, Harmony holds more. But there is one bright light to gain from this. If they hold the elements, than the princesses do no longer.

It made its way to the statue, watching from the shadows

The magic is un-bound. There is nothing left holding it together. And the past chaos may have been enough to wake you from your deep sleep. Father, please say it was enough. Please, return to this world.

It waited throughout the night, under the full moon. The cycle of the days had returned once more, the harmony of the cosmos restored. The silver light of the moon shone upon the statue, illuminating the frightening features of the Draconequus frozen in stone. It had waited millennia to free its master. It could wait another few days

And so It waited

And waited

There was no other purpose in Its life than that statue, no other reason for being than that Draconequus

And it continued to wait

The cycles of the sun continued, the moon passed around, as the days grew longer. Winter snow fell upon it, freezing it to the bone.

And still it waited.

Spring sun came, thawing its frozen body, and bringing a new warmth and green to the world

And still it waited.

It waited for a sign,

An opportunity,

Anything that would free its master.

Waiting

Waiting.

"This statue represents victory." The words drifted through the air from around the hedges.

Something was coming through the statue garden. Something, somepony. It remained in hiding, eyes fixed upon the statue

"How cool would it be to have that as a cutie mark" said one of the fillies, following her teacher.

"Cool. If you were actually victoryful at something" another said

"That's not a word!" the third one shouted

"What are you, a dictionary?" replied the first

The fillies were fighting? It turned its gaze, leaving its master for the first time since it resigned itself to the fates of time. An idea started to form in its mind

"This creature is called a Draconequus. It has a head of a pony, and a body made up of all sorts of things. What do you suppose that represents?" The teacher asked

"Confusion"

"Evil"

"Chaos"

The fillies replied, cutting each other off.

Would it really be so simple? Could a simple spark of chaos be enough to awaken him? It was the first opportunity that had come around, and better than any idea time had brought it.

It's not chaos you dodo! It spoke the words, and they words floated through the air, reaching only the ears of their intended victim. The filly shouted the words that had just been transferred to her mind.

"It's not Chaos you dodo!"

“Don't call me things I don't know the meaning of, and it is too chaos!" The words floated, by magic, from it's mind to theirs, as they spoke them aloud.

"Is not!"

"You're both wrong!" said the third filly, involving herself in the argument

It would not have to wait long for their friendship to be replaced with chaos. Suddenly, the three fillies broke out into their own fight, each intent upon pressing their ideas upon the other. It chuckled to itself at the sight of such discord in front of Discord's statue.

The heart of the statue glowed a pure black. The spark of chaos had awoken him

"Actually, in a way you're all right." said the teacher, breaking apart the chaos.

It lay, hidden in the shadows, hoping that it had been enough. Hoping that the small spark could awaken him in his weakened prison. The class turned to follow the teacher, once more leaving it alone with the statue.

CRACK

There it was! The first flaw in that perfect prison of stone. The first imperfection. It could take that leverage, and use it to gain more.

CRACK
CRACK

Fractures appeared all across the statue, fissures running throughout the polished stone. The magic was unwinding! It had, at last, succeeded.

You gave me a second chance at life. Now I am giving you yours.

It turned its back on the cracking statue and disappeared into the shadows.

My debt has been repaid.

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Thank-you all for sticking with me through my first every piece of writing. It's interesting for me to go back and re-read the beginning, because you can see just how much my writing has changed since then. For the reader that has made it this far, I'm sure you've seen it. I'm also sure you've seen parts that, in your eyes, weren't perfect. Because I know I'm not perfect, no-where close.

I am going to be doing a re-write of many of these chapters, and submit this fic to EQD. Any and all criticism would be greatly appreciated, and if you want to help me pre-read and suggest ideas during the re-write, that would be even better! Because as it stands I'm my own pre-reader, and having somepony elses thoughts would be a huge benefit.

Once more, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

- Orfearus