Discording to Plan

by Xenos

Prodigy

Discording to Plan

It has been mere weeks before Equestria was founded. The ponies had done well to bring peace to their kind but for this to be maintained a leader had to be elected. The Earth ponies, Unicorns and Pegasi quarrelled trying to bring in makeshift leaders. Soon, The Greater Pony grew restless and decided to intervene. It sent down a gift, three gifts to be exact; who would deliver eternal equilibrium to Equestria.

It was a cold quiet night at the orphanage. Thalia lay back in her chair and closed her eyes; she wasn't expecting much trouble. The fillies and colts were all tucked away for the night and well fed. She cocked an ear straining to hear a noise from the adjacent room but not a sound could be heard besides the gentle patter of the rain outside. The other ponies often questioned Thalia, they thought she deserved a better lifestyle but Thalia was content with her life. She had never had a special somepony, instead she had many. Each little pony brought to her home was another warm heart to add to her hers. They loved her and she loved them. Everypony was happy. Wasn't that enough? Yet it was in the night where Thalia would feel loneliness creeping up on her. Sometimes she even hoped one of the ponies would wake up so she could comfort them, hold them tight and lull them back to sleep. Tonight however, she did not get a filly interrupting the night but instead a knock at the wooden door.

Thalia was startled; it was very late and few ponies visited the orphanage even in the day. She got up and trotted over to greet the visitor. As she opened the door she was greeted with a torrent of rain instead. Thalia quickly scanned the area but nopony was in sight. That is, until she noticed the small basket at her feet. She was usually wary of gifts but this one seemed different. The wooden threads were beautifully interwoven and there was even something in it she noticed from the small bulge beneath the blanket. Not wanting to stay in the rain any longer she picked up the basket and returned to her chair.

It was then she noticed that the bulge was bigger than first expected and it was moving in several places. Was there a pony in there? Not one pony, but three. Thalia took off the blanket and was amazed to find three incredibly small unicorns lying there. They were so tiny, how could somepony have been so cruel to abandon them? Their loss is my gain, Thalia thought as she examined the three. The first two appeared to be female. They seemed separate but connected; their colours contrasting perfectly.- a gleaming white and a dark blue. Thalia grew under the impression they were sisters. The polar opposites were too much of a coincidence to ignore as well as the way they were huddled together lovingly. However the third pony carried a different aura from the others with his light grey fur and dark mane. Thalia could feel the power emanating off all three unicorns but this one, this grey one, did not belong. She shrugged the feeling off. She would love them all the same. Thalia took the basket and carried them next door where the other orphans were sleeping, confirmed by a chorus of snores, and trotted over to the empty cots at the back of the room. She thought it would be best if the male was separated from the females and picked up the grey colt first.

A clap of thunder pierced the night and despite Thalia's flailing hooves she could not stop the colt from hitting the ground as, startled by the noise, she had let him slip free. The pony landed face-up with a soft thud on the wooden floor. Hushed calls of “sorry” were issued by a teary-eyed mare as she tried to quickly pick him back up, hoping that somehow her haste would reverse the damage. The apologies were soon cut short as she lifted his fragile frame off the ground only to feel something odd on his tiny back. Wings? How could a pony have both wings and a horn? She placed him quickly in the cot and picked up the other two only to have the same result. Just who were these younglings? Just who were the parents and how could they have made not one but three unique ponies? Thalia was buzzing with excitement but now was not the time as she didn't want to wake anypony up. She decided to call it a day and get some rest as tomorrow would be an even bigger one. Thalia had quite the story to tell.

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An eventful day followed as many visited the orphanage to see the three unique ponies. Soon everypony in the area was there staking their claim for the adoption of one. Thalia however said that an adoption form had already been submitted by one of the royal family in Canterlot. This happened to be a lie but she knew it would soon become a reality. Nevertheless it did the trick and the ponies began to filter out as Thalia closed the orphanage early. She entered the room where the ponies slept only to be met with a cacophony of crying. The ponies were in extreme discomfort and stress. They were only young after all and weren't used to many a pony at a time all making noise. She knew that she did the right thing though; this wasn't something she could keep from the whole of Equestria. Thalia had even asked around and nopony knew of their origins. Whoever they were, they were made from sterner stuff. The three were the only ponies here unaffected by the day's events.

Wandering over to the sisters she smiled to see the bigger one giving the other a warm loving embrace – their colours mixing beautifully. It softened her heart and she reached out and put her hoof against theirs which was greeted with a big beaming smile. Wiping the tears from her eyes she looked over to see the grey pony sitting alone in his cot. He was staring intently at the sisters with a sense of longing in his eye. The pony adjacent to him poked her hoof through the bars, trying to get his attention but to no avail. Thalia went over and did the same; pressing her hoof against his. She didn't feel the same warm sensation just nothing- no love, no warmth. Thalia took this as her sign to leave and did just that trying to hide the tears. His depression made her equally sad. What were tears of happiness had now been tainted with tears of sorrow.