Thoughts rushed though his mind, as the "Stone layer" Came closer and closer to his head. He couldn't belive it. He had just been freed, and now he was being cast into stone again. He had set it up so well! He confused the ponies with the riddle, hypnotized them to make it so they couldn't use the elements, and even set up his throne! How could he have lost? When he got out again, he WOULD have his revenge. Even if it took years, revenge would be his. Sweet, sweet revenge. The stone engulfed him, and he was out like a light.
Discord awoke much later. He was in a large white box, a small buzzing was all he could hear. He knew it all to well, having spent centuries in it before. At first, it confused him. But he soon relized that it was simply his "spirit room" as he called it. Basiclly, because his body was now once again stone his magic had somehow created this room for his spirit to exist in. Beacause it was his magic that created it, he could make it anything he wanted it to be. He could make towns, cities, worlds and even galaxies! Beyond that was too much to do at once. Sure, a multitasker might be able to, but Discord preferd to spend his energy on one main thing, such as making chaos, terraforming and manipulating subjects. So why did he wish to take over Equestria? Because of one drawback. He could not make life. He could make simple statues and have them preform somethings, but it was him who made them do so. he had to put thoughts in their heads and they had no emotion. So mostly he made small planets with everything from lava seas to muffin mountins and everything in between. He started by moulding out the sun, moon and some stars. Then, turning the white to black, he made a large sphere. He made many plains, lakes and one sea surronding the one extremely large island which he deicided would be the only land here. He made forests and valley's, knowing that he had as much time as he wanted. He could make it so time didn't flow, or else he would barley have time to make even one solar system. He chuckled to himself, know that even though he could make himself huge, some part of him didn't want to. the same part of him that thought evil was wrong. The oppisite side of him made him always try to act happy about being evil, but inside it hurt. He hated the ponies. How they were so cute and happy, how many of them organized, how back when he was young... No, he thought, I should focus on this. My kingdom. He countined on making lava pits at the center of the planet( because of his abillity to shift around to wherever he pleased.) But his mind kept shifting back to... That. It angered him to be thinking about it. He sliced a large boluder to pieces, but that seemed to only make the dragon that was his rage worse. "ARGG!" he screamed, losing control for a few seconds. He quickly regained his compousre and went back to the fun process of sliding lava from a tube that looked much like a tube with one end blocked off, and soon he was back to thinking of how much lava he really needed. Alot was good, but he didn't want it to be like a jelly dounut...
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I would countinue this, but now I'm hungry and tonights taco night!
-Mikokittah