Well, hey all! Star here, trying something a little bit new. A few of you know this already, but I have a forum RP under the title "Blank Flanks". So, I decided to make it into a fan fiction, because why... why not? Ya know? My only problem with that is that I'm a pretty amateur writer. Okay, really amateur. So far, I've only got a prologue. Any criticism given I will take into consideration, because I want to make this the best I possibly can! I only wrote the prologue because I wanted to see what you folks here at Brohoof think of my writing ability. Because I want the fic to be good.
... I'm just going to shut up and actually post the pages now.
PROLOGUE
There was nothing but silence in Canterlot right now. This was an unnatural silence, as if the whole city was just holding its breath, waiting for something wonderful, or something terrible, to occur. The streets were empty, save for a few guards roaming the streets, a few focused on the outside of the magical barrier encasing the city with looks of shock on their faces. All the others were at one event. Everypony who was anypony was attending the royal wedding right now, to see the magical moment of a princess’ marriage.
A few black figures in the sky slammed shoulder-first into the purple shield, making small cracks that continued to lengthen at every strike. Thump, thump, thump. Finally, the almost scary silence was broken by a sound like shattering glass, so loud it was almost deafening. The barrier, laced with cracks, crumbled, sharp shimmering shards falling to the ground with clinks as the tide of changelings surged forward, descending into the city. The royal guards, not expecting this at all, stood paralyzed with fear as the swarms quickly overtook them. They began speeding to the castle, as if it were a beacon of some sort. Large groups sped through Canterlot, shooting down the streets, coming through the market, and flying in through the garden, leaving destruction in their wake.
Can’t anyone get any rest around here? An irritated voice thought.
It was madness. The horrible black creatures crawled about, hissing to one another as they buzzed about the castle. In the garden, changelings darted around the stone statues scattered throughout, heading for the six small tiny specks of color among the black figures. One let out a surprised screech as it suddenly inflated like a balloon and floated upward after running into one of the statues.
Well, I suppose that’s a bit better. The tide of monsters was beginning to ebb away, all flocking towards something that couldn’t be seen. You’d at least think that while in stone, they’d give me the ability to turn my head around? Sometimes it’s nice to see what’s going on. A statue of a horse-headed figure stood taller than the rest in the garden. Discord continued, even though he could only hear himself in his mind. Or maybe they could turn me to face something more interesting than that wizard statue. Another straggling changeling buzzed by. It came within three feet of the draconequus, then was turned a bright shade of pink. He’d found that his chaos could reach out a bit farther than the statue. Sometimes it was fun to pass the time by giving pigeons an extra set of wings. The stone let out a huff of annoyance as the balloon changeling drifted up and the pink one rushed to join the majority of the group. He wasn’t sure why there were so many of these things, or even what they were; but he did know they were being a nuisance.
An explosion sounded in the distance. Then he realized that they weren’t too much of a nuisance to him. More to Princess Celestia, and the royal wedding he had heard the Canterlot ponies talking about. Again, he really wished he could turn his head around at this moment. Whatever was happening sounded like it would be fun to watch. Or even add a few special effects of his to it.
The noise progressively died down, situated around the castle, and Discord was left with his thoughts again. Stone, of all things. Those six could’ve chosen something a bit more comfortable. Perhaps wood. Doesn’t this seem a bit cruel? he mused. How they can be so kind, then do this to a creature… I don’t understand them at all, ponies. Out of curiosity, he began to try rocking the statue. He felt a tremble, but that was all he could muster before giving up. I must give it to Twilight. In terms of magic, she did quite well. He’d tried moving his stone prison a few times before. Once, he’d managed to move about two inches, then had fallen off the pedestal and on his face. Since then, he couldn’t do much else.
This was all he had been able to do for a long while. He thought. He occasionally tried to move. And he provided himself entertainment by turning all the grass blades at the foot of his pedestal different shades of blue. More thoughts came to him at this moment. Discord had thoughts about a lot of things. Because eventually, the grass dies. And most of the thoughts he’d had before were about vengeance.
The monster knew that the chances of ever getting it were slim, but it was an amusing thought; one that kept him going. First, he’d start with his chaotic ideas. Maybe ways he would remodel Canterlot castle, or what sort of weather the capital city of chaos would have. But most of his thoughts concerning vengeance were of the princesses and their six special subjects. If he had any chance of ruling in chaos again, he couldn’t have them in the way. He concocted a few plans for that, but eventually, he’d just gone back to his short-range chaos. The grass had grown back again. But his chances of escape had withered. Today, his only thought was of opportunity to get out for a moment.
Is there any chance that I could ask the princess to let me out for a stroll or something of the sort? I’m really cramped, he thought. It was then he noticed it was dead silent. While back in his thoughts, noise had progressively picked back up around the city, most of it being explosions, hissing and screaming. He hadn’t noticed the buildup, but the silence hit so suddenly, it was like a plunge in cold water. Out of curiosity, Discord pulled himself from his thoughts and listened hard. There was the faintest sound of magic coming from the castle; that sort of light watery sound. It grew louder and louder, until it was loud enough to hear clearly from Discord’s spot in the garden. Then, it was quiet for the briefest amount of time.
The silence was suddenly broken by a loud boom of magic. A purple screen rippled from the heart of the castle, forcefully expanding like a bubble and pushing with a strong force. Discord felt it pushing him, and he clenched his teeth; or at least tried to. The magic pushed on him hard. The base of the statue trembled, and tiny granite bits flew off of his stone casing, but the stone’s heavy weight kept him firmly rooted to the spot. Those black bugs, however, didn’t look so lucky. He watched as they were launched away by the magic field, screaming and flailing. One, larger than the rest, screamed the loudest as she was shot straight from the castle and sailed farthest away from Canterlot of all her minions.
After a moment, the push of the magic was gone, only surrounding the city on the side of the mountain. His statue swayed slightly as the pressure was removed from it, settling in an angle turned slightly away from the wizard statue. What in Equestria was that? the monster inquired. Whatever it was, it had done a real good job for pest control, and had tried quite hard to get him out of here. Protection spell, I suppose. Definitely not too pleasant to be close to. On the bright side, I have a new view! He settled back into his thoughts of how he could be allowed to stretch his legs, then returned to the grass after about five minutes. It was then that he noticed something. He felt something off. Tiny, but different. It bothered him, sort of in the way that an itch you can’t scratch does.
The grass reverted from orange back to green as his attention shifted. His eyes darted around, looking for what was bothering him. The stony pupils didn’t move at all, but his vision caught something; there, barely noticeable, was a small nick on the tip of his tail, which had been facing in the direction of the castle. The spell probably had taken a chunk of the stone with it. He felt the crack now that he noticed it, and could just see one of the white hairs from the feathery tip of his tail if his squinted hard enough.
At this, his somewhat dull mood suddenly escalated to that of hope. This may be one way I can get out and stretch, he thought with a burst of excitement, ideas suddenly forming in his mind, back to the thoughts of vengeance that had seemed a bit farther a moment before. This may be his opportunity to escape. Yes, the crack was small, but it had been small when he escaped the first time. He focused, slowly trying to chip away around the edges of the crack. A minute passed, and he had managed to get one a few chips of stone off; a difference not even noticeable. This could take a bit of time. Despite that, he felt a sudden feeling of pleasure surge over him. Time was what Discord had plenty of.
Just... don't be harsh? Again, amateur...
Edited by stardragon, 21 February 2013 - 12:24 AM.



