The discord chronicles

It was early morning in town city, and the lavander and chartuese sky was brilliantly gleaming over the horizon. A light chocolate rain fell down over the mud-thatched house. As the young ivory unicorn filly awoke, She tried to straighten the rough potatoe-sack blankets and looked around the rough room the color of the bedset. Her light pink mane caressed her shoulders as she spied another colorful blob in a nearby cot. She shook her head halfheartedly. " Lini! wake up. It's your turn to collect the milk." she said, shaking the lump furiously. A tiny navy blue unicorn, covered in periwinkle frizz, rose itself up and hugged the elder's thighs, The taller of the pair bent down and hugged the blue lump and carefully ran a brush over the periwinkle , making it sleek as possible without grooming supplies. " Hello Tia " The unicorn said, trying to blow the bangs out of her eyes. The little one trotted over to the door, which was a mish-mash of fences, wood planks and metal scraps. Outside, on the uneven front steps of multiple sized rocks, sat a bucket which was halfway full of the chocolate milk rain. She dragged it inside, and handed it to the eldest, Tia, to set on the table. grabbing two bowls from a chest made out of a vegetable crate,  she poured the milk into the bowls and chopped up a radish which had been recently altered by law to taste like buttered toast. She slid a bowl over to the child and sat down herself, ladeling scoops into her mouth queitly. Lini looked down at the bowl and grimaced. She was not hungry today. Tia coaxed her onward. " Come on, Lini! You have to eat if you want to grow big and strong someday. It's not so bad." She stuck a mouthful of the glop inside her own mouth and tried to fake how yummy it was. "MMMMMMMM!" said Tia, trying to give Lini a spoon. " Tia" she said, " I don't want to go to the festival today. It's no fun." Tia walked over and patted her head. " I know Lini. It's not fun but we have to. Afterwards we get the yearly rations. DOn't you want more biscuits and carrots and tasty clover instead of chocolate milk and radish chunks?" She said, trying to wiggle Lini's cheeks into a smile. They stayed firmly planted in a frown. " Not if I have to listen to him again. Remember what he did to Willow?" The sister's recalled last year's festival of their  dictator. Willow Bow, (an old friend of Tia's) and several others had been viciously publicly murdered by the guards of the king Discord. It was not a pleasant subject to bring up.  Tia grimaced. " Lini, I swear I'll protect you. That's what sisters are for, right? Come here." She opened up her arms so that Lini could come over and give her a hug, which Lini did. Tia walked over to a clay basin and began to clean Lini and her off for the festival, knowing at least they would have dignity if they looked somewhat presentable. After a quick scrub, the pair trotted out the door into the town square, which wasn't truly much. It was a small, round patch of dirt in the sea of marshy weeds that surrounded the rest of the town. around the circle was the groups of houses, which were all in one generic design, a slightly drafty hut that remsembled a chicken coop, made out of the odds and ends of building material, such as stucko, metal panneling, and multiple sizes and colors of wood. All ponies assembled in a forward march to the very center, where the marble statue of their ruler that was mandatory for each town to have, stood. They circled around it and everyone watched it carefully, waiting for the time to come. SUddenly, with a burst of interference and a microphone squeak, a message was broadcasted live across the land from the hollow bowels of the statue.  " Greetings! to My beloved subjects. As you know, this is the 24th bi-annual Discord Day! You are to behave yourselves and enjoy the celebrations and nourishment. Now, let's have no uprisings like last year! Nothing like an uprising to spoil the celebrations, Hmmmm? The decor and deliveries will arrive shortly. Now, let's remember, No flying, and No magic. Goodbye!" and a sharp click came, and all was silent. That was, until, The pink blimpish airship hummed above the scrawny town patch and began realsing shiny squares of colored foil, crepe paper streamers, ballons in polka-dot patterns, and silver bags on parachutes adressed to each resident of town. Shuffling through the pile of sacks, Tia and Lini found their bags of food and quickly carried them off to the house before their ruler had one of his frequent mood swings and confiscated their rations.