I Am Labyrinther!

I began writting. Thats it, story's over! Just kidding. No my dear reader welcome to MY universe. Welcome to MY little pony. Thats correct, as soon as you clicked on this story and began reading you fell into my sway of influence. I'm not saying that you can't escape, but read on at your own risk. Ahead there be pony's and adventure, a little chaos, and perhaps a bit of philosophical drivel. I get transcendental. I cant help it. So if you read the intro then you know that I am part of this story, but... at the same time I'm not part of this story. See what i mean, confusing metaphysical dynamics already. Plus its only going to get worse from here dear reader. At the risk of being obvious to the more clever bronys out there I'll explain, i'm the author writing a story about myself being the nearly al-powerful supreme being of my OWN version of my little pony. My self within the story understands what he is and his/my relationship to him/myself. Together He/I create, destroy, govern, or romp around in the world which I am continually creating as I input more chapters. If I look at it from his perspective its a little disconcerting actually. He isn't really tangible in the strictest sense. He is a shadowy reflection of me. That is to say I am in the story, somewhat disgruntled by my physical self, as he has the true influence over all I am and do. Whats more confusing is that my nearly al-powerful persona my be developing and independent personality. Drat, cant have that. The story hasn't even begun yet and im losing cohesion. Got to lay the foundations before we go on ya know.

This is my power and Its limit. You'l notice i never said i was omniscient or all powerful. I said nearly nearly al-powerful. My power is limited to my interest, attention span, and imagination. I'm often lacking in the first two but the third I have in abundance. Enough though, lets get the ball rolling and see what the girls are up to in Ponyville.

Lets see, Twilight is orchestrating some new art for her castle. (A. N. This lets u know that were picking up after season 4) lol I used an authors note. Pinky Pie is baking some cupcakes. She gets shaky hooves and the hair on her back tingles. That's her pinky sense alerting her of my presence. Its fun to watch. I find the Pinky sense is interesting as many will agree. Moving on to Rarity. She is sowing. Boring, i may overlook Rarity a bit, she's my least favorite of the mane six. Sorry Rarity lovers but its my world after all. Rainbow Dash is sleeping on a cloud. She is so adorable, i just cant wake her up. So I won't. Remember in the first episode when she soaked Twilight with that little cloud. Wasn't that adorable. Moving on again to Apple Jack. She's hard at work bucking her apples. AJ's a bit sweaty...Wait? Do ponys sweat? Nvm, moving along to the last, but not least. Fluttershy! Her and Twilly are my favorite's Oh and whats this, Discord is with her drinking tea. Now I'm going to freeze reality for a moment here and let you readers all in on something. I'm more powerful than Discord, unless i choose not to be. In the following chapters, I'm going to be picking on him a little. I'm going to start though by letting him think that he's eldrich'y and powerful enough to be a match for me. WE know that's a sham of course, but Discord doesn't. Sides after that stunt he pulled in season 4 he deserves a little humility. I'm still not buying that he just let Tirek suck the powers out of him, he seemed more devious than that. Hasbro's gotta be tricking us! Any way, that's not really why I'm picking on him. He's one of the most powerful characters in MLP and i just want to bully the bully. So now that we've seen what the cast is up to, lets give Discord a poke on the shoulder.

I may change perspectives a bit for the sake of intrigue. I can do that you know. Italicised sentence indicates thought btw

(Discord)

Ah my sweet Fluttershy. How did you tame this choclate rain loving master of chaos. Maybe it was your warm smile, your soft feathers wrapping around me without malice. So kind. So very kind. In all my millennia of cacophony no one has ever been so...wait whats that feeling. Strange magic. Powerful. Tastes kinda like banana and a weak old sock that's been boiled in raw magic. That doesn't make sense even to me. I like it. Blast it where's it coming from. It's close. Too close with Fluttershy around. OK hansom act cool, can't be any worse than our last fiasco. That magic's getting really close. Really..

--Poke Poke Poke--

I turn around, the entity in front of me reeks of the same ancient power that I sensed. Time is frozen. I turn around and give a curios glance at Fluttershy who is frozen in place mid sip. I turn back. Before me is a mask like out of those lame performances the ponies put on..only this one doesn't have a frozen expression. The look that it is giving me is creepy. A little too confident for anybody looking at the lord of chaos himself. And its a little unnerving. "OH, and just what are you?" i say with my best bravado and a forced disinterestedly coy smile face. I use that one on the princesses all the time! Always works to great effect. This time though i'm a little less sure.

"Ah the master of Chaos himself. Forgive me for being so impertinent with my whole time stopping stunt. I do hate interruptions, and you know how pressed for time we eldritch beings are," said the disembodied mask. "I quite agree, but who pray tell are you?" I ask  again to the voice as confidentially as I knew how. "Ooh an introduction, well here it is. This is perhaps a little silly sounding but I call my self the Labyrinther. Please ask why." The voice said in that all too casual and slightly enthusiastic fashion i usually reserve for members of pony kind. This troubled me. I stared for a moment at the mask considering. I was never very good at considering so it didn't take very long. "Ok why?" I asked coolly, paw and claw folded at my side. The face crinkled its noise and raised its eyebrow in thoughtful expression. "We've decided not to tell you yet, but don't worry you'l find out soon enough. I really just came to meat you." "Meet me?" I said smugly, "Why would you want to meet little oll..." Before I could finish the sentence I was covered from the antlers down in every kind of sausage, steak cut, and poultry piece that I could think of. And wouldn't you know it, time was working again. There I was at Fluttershy's tea party covered in disgusting, revolting, salty, nutritious, (and disturbing for a pony) meat imaginable. Luckily I had conditioned Fluttershy to this sort of thing and she just watched patiently. "Um Discord...why are you covered in (gulp) sausage links?" She said, and honestly i couldn't blame her for the question. Gore wasn't usually my style." "I'd actually rather not talk about it if you don't mind." I said as I snapped my fingers and proofed the fowl poultry and assorted Deli items out of existence. Imagine me, the Lord of Chaos, pranked with meat of all things. I should be mad, but, that was a total knee slapper. I wonder if I should tell the Princess's about this. Hmm, Naaa!

(Labyrinther)

Well in all fairness it wouldn't do him any good anyway. A prank is good for now, and I was even a good sport and let him feel good about it. Hec now that I think about it a prank was probably the best way to introduce yourself to the Lord of Chaos. Ya, that'l do Discord, that'l do. Ya know though that whole introduction to Discord inspired me. I chose to present myself as a mask because I felt it said the least about my character without saying absolutely nothing. A flexible mask that's more of a face, vs a stoic and emotionless mask seemed to reflect my enigmatic fickleness quite well. What can I say, im a bit discordent myself you know. Just a mask though. Hmm, a bit weak sauce. This is where an epic turn in the road comes in for me the author. Just how active a role do I want to play in the life of my little pony's. I think eventually I'll physically manifest myself to them but I think that can wait a few chapters. Also I've just decided. For now, Discord will be are protagonist. To the pony's I will be just a disembodied voice for now. To Discord though, I'm just a moody face. Ya I like that. Discord were gonna have so much fun..well at least I am.

Now I have another philosophical dilemma for my readers. How do you create a conflict, but do it in a way that is innately heroic. This is the old debate about means and ends. Well here is the more specific dilemma. I have to generate some kind of conflict as the author to keep this world alive. It's quite critical to the health of any story universe you know. Normally that isn't a problem since the author is outside of the story. In this case though, well...I'm very much apart of my own story so I'm not quite sure what to do. See I've been a long believer in the saying, "you become what you practice," and even though I'm just writing about the conflict I would in a sense also be complicit. I feel like I have a moral responsibility to find some way to generate a conflict that isn't my fault. Oh blast it! Whatever I think of would innately be my idea and ergo, my fault, my responsibility. Still, I have to stir things up some how.It's for or the greater good of Equestria! Ooh i just had a thought. Free will! That's how ill do it, Ill blame it on some other guy. Do my characters even have free will. Well no not really. Then again we do so....I'll just have to make bad decisions for them.

Ok so we need a villain...let me see. Oh yes.

On a cold night, on a rocky barren hill top in Eagleland sat a gaunt Griffon sorcerer. Scattered all about him were remains of pony's, griffon's, diamond dog's, and a few that were unidentifiable. On a pedestal sat an enchanted obsidian orb that he stroked coolly with his claw. The object was dark magic, the blackest of black. He concentrates. The sorcerer senses something. Its...a mask! A strange one. It radiates great power. Greater than any object he has found to date. Greater even than that blasted crystal heart up North. Greater than the gates of Tartarus. He must have it. He WOULD have it. So he gathered up his few arcane possessions and a bag of bits and headed north...straight to Equestria and Ponyville forthwith. Well as you probably guessed he found me, and he WILL have it in later chapters if you know what Im getting at. For now though I need a rest. Universes take a lot of thought power to create and my physical self need's a rest. I'll pick up in the next chapter.