The Ballad of Harmony

Act One
The Path

I didn’t know what to think. Within what felt like less than twelve hours I had lost all of my “friends” from the Ministry, and my dearest mentor Violet Star. I felt like driving myself not to finish this task that was put before me, but to find some home, and live in it for four months, or even just end my life by my hands and not by Discord’s. If I was going to die, I would like to die under my rules, not the chaotic rules of that beast. I walked along a path, for what seemed to be hours, but in all likeliness, it was only a few minutes. I reached the end of a creek and sat down, the water flowed with elegance and beauty, the birds chirped happily. I thought to myself about the joys in this world, my mind was clear; the beauty that I’ve seen convinced me. I was not going to give forfeit to this beast, this damned beast. I was convinced that I will put all of my willpower into taking down this creature, I would fight for this world, and I will find the Elements of Harmony and defeat Discord!

Too easy, I thought. How was I supposed to find the Elements of Harmony? How was I supposed to wield them? If Violet Star wanted the elements hidden to the point where only his book was written the answer, he truly wanted to keep it secret. My first thoughts to this were to curse in his name! Damn Violet Star! Why would he keep such a precious item out of my grasps? Why would he keep the Elements of Harmony secret? If they truly had the power to defeat anything chaotic, you could rule with these sorts of powers! Become a king over these lands! Why did Violet Star not take advantage of such a thing? If he had a scroll of eternal life and had lived for over 5,000 years, why would he not want to become this world’s king? I continued to ponder on my thoughts when reality hit me, and all of my senses returned. Violet Star must have felt horrible for falling for temptation, he must have regretted living for all those years, making so many friends, and outliving every single one of them. All of the personal connections that Violet Star had, he saw all of them on their deathbeds, and must have regretted it all.

I stood up, not wanting to think on this anymore, the more and more I thought about it, the more and more I went back and forth with emotion. My mind was set, and I was going to attempt to take down Discord, but I don’t know how to find the Elements. I continued to walk down the road and a strange thing caught my eye. It was just a bunny, simple, but I observed what it was doing for a few minutes. It was lifting its head up and down in a rhythmical pattern which I had never seen before. Although I had not been around these parts of the woods since I was a little filly, but the exact way the bunny was moving intrigued me. I followed it as far as it would allow, until it jumped into a bush and never reappeared. The first sign of joyfulness that I had left with that bunny, and I began to sink back into a depressive-like state while pondering on how to find the Elements of Harmony.

I walked along more of the path, it seemed as if it never ends, but I knew it eventually would. And, exactly as I predicted, the path ended. A fork in the road separated it from left and right. I looked around desperately in search for somepony around that could point me in the right direction that I needed. I needed to know where the direction to Canterlot was, for there I could hopefully find the answer to the questions that I seek. I sat down and rested my head on a small branch that rooted itself out of the ground, all was quiet. I thought nervously about whether or not to choose one path and hope it led to where I wanted to go. I thought that if I followed the wrong path, it would lead me on a journey of hopelessness and I thought into the future on what would become of the world if I fell into such a trance. I shivered at the thought of it. Yet, for all the horridness that surrounded me, I found a shimmer of hope. I heard laughter, very faint, yet recognizable. It could have been anything laughing, but I was dead sure that the laughter was coming from a pony; I sprang up, and charged in the direction of the sound.

As my magic holds this quill, I endeavor to write about my memories… I wish I was not alive to recite such tales, although happy, the sadness I had to endure make such happiness fall away, but when I grabbed my quill and started to recite my past, I promised myself that I would finish. I would finish…