Forever Silent

by Alyssa Hartwick

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Tirek, Original Character, Horror, Random, Princess Celestia, Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 2183

Discord tells a story to Celestia. A story about how it feel's to be encased in stone. But no one is there to listen.

Discord and Celestia have known each other for over a millennia so he is going to share with her what being encased in stone feels like.

The Before. When everything is fine and joyous

The During. When the confusion and fear envelope you

But there is one thing about this story...There is no end.

* Update *
(OMG Its just a dark story! deal with it! to be honest though I love the debates:derpytongue2: but calm down a bit please!)

Based of the story "Silence" by Edger Allen Poe
Inspired by "The Crying Statue" By the Dragon Historian
and "The White Bunny" by Princess Lulaymoon
Rated teen for safety

This is an AU where discord is turned into stone permanently after siding with Teriek.

Published 2016-07-23 07:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-23 07:20:01 UTC

It Will Never End

“Hey Celestia!” Discord called out.

She didn’t reply

“Do you want to hear a story from your uncle dizzy!” he asked excitedly.

No reply

“Ok here it goes!” He spoke into unlessening ears

_-()-_

"Listen to me," said Teriek, as he placed his hand upon my head.

"There is a spot in this accursed world which thou hast never yet beheld.”

He spoke to me as he entraps me into this tale woven by his tongue.

“And if by any chance thou hast beheld it, it must have been in one of those vigorous dreams which come like the wave’s upon the brain of the sleeper who hath lain down to sleep among the forbidden sunbeams --among the sunbeams”

His word’s entrapping my chaotic mind with intrigue

“I say, which slide from off the solemn columns of the melancholy temples in the wilderness. The region of which I speak is a dreary region in, Equestria. For within the borders of the Forest of the Everfree there is no quiet there, nor order.”

His word’s making my eyes widen in a giddy horror at the thought of a place that was untouched by me yet still untouched by the light brought upon by an accursed princess who scorches all with her fiery light and her unimaginative boredom.

“That’s you by the way!” discord mentioned.

"The trees of the forest have a saffron and sickly hue --and they flow not onwards to the sky, but palpitate forever and forever beneath the red eye of the sun with a tumultuous and convulsive motion. For many miles on either side of the forests trails is a pale desert of gigantic incoherent thoughts. They mumble one thought unto the other in that insanity, and stretch towards the heaven their long ghastly necks, and nod to and fro their everlasting heads. And there is an indistinct murmur which cometh out from among them like the rushing of muffled screams and cries. And they mumble secrets one unto the other.”

He continued on with his enchanting tale of a land I could only dream of.

"But there is a boundary to their realm --the boundary of the dark, horrible, lofty forest. There, like the waves about the Hebrides, the low underwood is agitated continually. But there is no wind throughout the heaven. And the tall primeval trees rock eternally hither and thither with a crashing and mighty sound. And from their high summits, one by one, drop everlasting dews. And at the roots strange poisonous flowers lie writhing in perturbed slumber. And overhead, with a rustling and loud noise, the grey clouds rush westward forever, until they roll, a cataract, over the fiery wall of the horizon. But there is no wind throughout the heaven. But only by the edge of the Everfree there is quiet accompanied by silence…and order.”

He spoke as his words chilled me to the bone.

It was time for me to take my leave to what I thought was going to be my home.

My land.

My Kingdom.

* * * * * * * * *

It was night, and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was chocolate milk. And I stood in the morass among the tall thoughts, and the rain fell upon my head as I listen to the thoughts as they shared secrets one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.

“Such an inspiring horror show “I thought to myself as the world around me shifted and engulfed itself in a never ending flow of cycles and insanity.

I was having such a splendid time within the chaotic madness. Until…

All at once, the moon arose through the thin ghastly mist, and was red in color. Similar to the color of fresh warm blood pouring out of a dying soul

And mine eyes fell upon a huge grey rock which stood upon a cliff by witch was the tree line, and was litten by the light of the moon.

“Why would such a plain object ever catch my attention?” I thought as a gazed upon the plain feature.

The rock was grey, and ghastly, and tall, --and the rock was grey. Upon its front were characters engraved into the stone.

I flew above the ever changing landscape until I came close unto the edge of the wood, so that I might read the characters upon the stone. I knew of every language inexistence and knew of the infinite amount of cyphers that only linguists dare to dream of.

Yet I could not decipher the characters.

Angry and confused I flew back towards my favorite spot to watch as the chaos engulfed and spewed itself out.

Suddenly the moon shone with a fuller red, like that of dark dead rotting blood.

I turned and looked again upon the rock once more, and upon the characters, and the characters were DESOLATION.

And I looked upwards, and there stood a beast upon the summit of the rock, and I hid myself among the swirling constant madness so that I might discover the actions of the beast.

“Oh this is going to be interesting” I thought to myself as I watched the thing curious on how its mind would comprehend the chaos if even at all.

And the creature as large and stately in form, and was wrapped up from his shoulders to his feet in the toga of other animals skins.

My eyes widened in shock over the fact it was using other animals skins as articles of clothing.

It was sickening

The outlines of his figure were indistinct --but his features were the features of a Demon; for the mantle of the night, and of the mist, and of the moon, and of the dew, had left uncovered the features of his face.

And its brow was lofty with thought, and his eye wild with care; and, in the few furrows upon his cheek I read the fables of sorrow, and weariness, and disgust with existence, and a longing after solitude.

The moon shone upon his face, and upon the features of his face, and oh! They were more terrifying than the thick nightmare’s which hovered about the blackened souls of the dammed!

It made my blood that was once boiling with sweet madness, freeze within seconds.

The thing sat down upon the rock, and leaned its head upon its hideous claws, and looked out upon the desolation.

He looked down into the chaotic landscape, and up into the tall primeval trees, and up higher at the rustling heaven, and into the bleeding moon.

Lay close within shelter of the chaos, and observed the actions of the thing as it trembled in the solitude --but the night waned and it sat upon the rock.

It turned his attention from the heaven, and looked out upon the dreary wood, and upon the yellow ghastly leaves, and upon the pale legions of mindless thoughts.

And the beast listened to the whispers of the water-lilies, and of the murmur that came up from among them. And I lay close within my covert and observed the actions of him (of which I assume is a he for there is no way to discern its gender).

And he trembled in the solitude --but the night waned and he sat upon the rock.

Then I went down into the recesses of the morass, and waded afar in among the wilderness of the thoughts, and called unto the powers which dwelt among the fens in the recesses of the morass inside.

And the powers heard my call, and came, and brought with a behemoth, unto the foot of the rock, and roared loudly and fearfully beneath the moon.

And I lay close within my covert and observed the actions of the thing. And he trembled in the solitude --but the night waned and he sat upon the rock.

His resolve was scarring me for he would not move nor budge.

So I took action.

I summoned the elements with the curse of tumult; and a frightful tempest gathered in the heaven where before there had been no wind.

And the heaven became livid with the violence of the tempest --and the rain beat upon the head of the thing --and the floods of the river came down --and the chaos was tormented into order --and the thoughts shrieked within their beds --and the forest crumbled before the wind --and the thunder rolled, --and the lightning fell --and the rock rocked to its foundation.

And I lay close within my covert and observed the actions of the thing. And he trembled in the solitude -- but the night waned and he sat upon the rock.

Then I grew angry and cursed, with the curse of silence, the forest, and the thoughts, and the wind, and the chaos, and the heaven, and the thunder, and the whispers of the thoughts.

They became accursed and were still.

“W-What?” my mind thought for my doings were striped from the land.

The moon ceased to totter in its pathway up the heaven --and the thunder died away --and the lightning did not flash --and the clouds hung motionless --and the waters sunk to their level and remained --and the trees ceased to rock --and the thought were no more --and the murmur was heard no longer from among them, nor any shadow of sound throughout the vast illimitable desert.

And I looked upon the characters of the rock, and they were changed --and the characters were SILENCE.

My eyes fell upon the countenance of the thing, and his countenance was wan with terror. And, hurriedly, he raised his head from his claws, and stood forth upon the rock, and listened.

But there was no voice throughout the vast illimitable desert, and the characters upon the rock were SILENCE. And the man shuddered, and turned his face away, and fled afar off, and I beheld him no more.

“What just happened?!” I thought to myself as fear, confusion and darkness engulfed me whole.

* * * * * * *

“Now there are many fine tales of spirits in turmoil --in the iron-bound of melancholy.” Said discord to Celestia.

She didn’t reply.

“Therein, I say, are glorious histories of the Heaven, and of the Earth, and of the mighty Sea --and of the wave’s that over-ruled the sea, and the earth, and the lofty heaven.”

He continued

“There was much lore too in the sayings which were said by history. “

Celestia still did not reply

“Both chaotic and “holy” things were heard of old by the dim leaves that trembled around the world --but, as I live, that “fable” which that Teriek told me as he sat by my side in the shadow of his cage, I hold to be the most wonderful of all!”

He said with a smile...... to a princess...that didn't exist.

But as the Discord made an end of his story, his smile vanished

He fell back within the cavity of the “tomb” and laughed.

He could not laugh with the Demon known as “Princess Celestia”

For he was encased in stone.

“She cursed me to insanity because I wasn't allowed to have fun! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He screamed and laughed in his mind.

His mind which dwelled on forever in the tomb, came out therefrom…..

“Discord?”

His mind snapped back to what was left of his reality.

“Hello?!” he yelled after the familiar voice. He waited a few moments whilst listening intently.

“Discord if you can hear me…”

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” he called out

PLEASE SET ME FREE, KILL ME, JUST PLEASE STOP THE PAIN!” He screamed and cried out to the voice.

“I’m sorry…” the voice said before stopping for what was going to be an eternity

“PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU! KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-“

He...just kept screaming and reaching out for something that wasn’t there.

* * * * * * *

Celestia walked up to discords statue once again. It had been at least a decade since she had last visited him. And it had been almost a
century since the elements turned him to stone….for the third and final time.

He had sided with Teriek so the elements had no choice.

“Discord?” she said softly half dreading yet half hoping for a response from the stone that was once her friend.

To her joy and dismay the stone did not make a sound.

“Discord if you can hear me…” she began to speak as tears welled up in her eyes

“I’m sorry…” she said as she watched listened for any sight of his mind within the stone.

She sighed and began to walk away.

She did not hear the muffled screaming from inside the statue.

Author's Note

The story Dizzy tells is a demented version what happened to him and also reflects his mental state.
He is completely mad other than that one shred of reality left within buried inside his rotten core of a mind.
Sorry that its poorly written.
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