Chapters The day had started normally for Twilight. Well, normal for Ponyville.
Actually, scratch that. The day had actually been fairly abnormal in how utterly mundane it was. She woke up, did her business in the bathroom, came downstairs for some of Spike’s delicious cooking, and enjoyed the morning newspaper. Ten o’clock rolled around and she opened the library, just in time to intercept Derpy delivering her mail.
“Morning Twilight!” the ever bubbly Pegasus chirped happily.
“Good morning Derpy. Anything interesting today?” Twilight asked, mentally going through a variety of lists that detailed both what needed to be done today, and, time willing, what she could possibly do on the side.
This is when Twilight’s day became far more normal.
“Just your bills and an interdimensional first class delivery,” Derpy dutifully handed over the mail, and then promptly left, waving goodbye.
Twilight was already flipping through her mail. Her mind was on a few different things, and the coffee had yet to fully wake her up, so it took her a moment to register Derpy’s response.
She was inside the library and heading towards the desk she usually sat at when she froze. “Waitaminute…” She played Derpy’s words through her mind. “Inter… dimensional… first class delivery?”
Normally a line like that would have at least earned a scoff from a regular pony, but this particular Unicorn had been through two ancient evils returning and an invasion of what amounted to be near-perfect spies. Interdimensional mail really didn’t register on her bucks-to-give meter, at least not in any meaningful way.
Flipping through her mail again, this time with a purpose, she found the envelope she was looking for. Holding up in her magic, she examined it.
“Twilight Sparkle, the Golden Oak Library, Ponyville, Equestria, Equus.” Twilight blinked. “Since when did mail make the country and planet part of the mailing address?” She thought about that for a moment. “Well, it is supposedly from another world and/or reality, so I guess making sure it arrived on the right planet is important.”
She checked for a return address, only to find none. Twilight was beginning to think this was either a prank, or she was about to find herself in over her head with whatever this is.
As one final precaution before opening the envelope, Twilight scanned it for any kind of magic.
“Hrk!”
Twilight’s was flooded by the return signal she got, making her both woozy and suddenly very awake. That was a lot of magic. She also didn’t recognize the formation it was in, though she saw a few parts that resembled the runic method of teleportation.
“Definitely in over my head,” she muttered.
The magic didn’t feel aggressive, nor did it have the sensitive feel of a trap, so she decided it was safe to at the very least open.
A quick application of paper thin solidified magic, and Twilight was soon holding a folded letter and what looked to be an embossed invitation. She read the letter first.
“Dear Recipient,
“Through both careful consideration and a small amount of random lottery, you have been selected to participate in a night of high stakes Texas Hold ‘Em poker at The Inventory!
“I imagine you do not know of The Inventory, which is understandable considering we exist in a pocket dimension separate from most of the rest of the multiverse. Rest assured that we are a professional establishment. We will assure both your safety and mental and emotional well being from the employees and associates of The Inventory, as well as from the other players invited.
“If you choose to attend the game, please make sure to remain in physical contact with the provided invitation at exactly 9:00 PM in your world. The invitation will bring you to The Inventory as well as be your method of returning when the game is over.
“You are also afforded a Plus One to accompany you, however they will be your responsibility. As we serve alcohol and tobacco products, your Plus One must be an adult by the laws of your current residence to be accepted. To bring them with you, simply have them hold your invitation as well at 9:00 PM and they will be brought along with you.
“As this is your first night with us, we are willing to waive your buy-in fee. However, please take note that such a thing will not be repeated except in extenuating circumstances. Please also take note that we are not paying for whatever amenities you decide to partake in (i:e; drinks, tobacco, and food.).
“While your buy-in has been taken care of for tonight, we feel you must still be informed that the standard buy-in is currently twenty thousand dollars, or 2,000 bits in your world’s currency. You will be informed if plans arise to change this.”
Twilight whistled. That was not a small amount of money.
“We hope to see you tonight, Miss Sparkle, but understand if you have a prior engagement or do not trust the, admittedly, suspicious nature of the invitation.
“Regardless, please enjoy the rest of your day.
“Your Host “Commodore Reginald Van Winslow (Retired)”
Twilight looked up, eyes furrowed in thought. For a moment, she considered whether or not she would attend, but then nearly smacked herself. First thing’s first.
“Spike! Come here please! I need you to take down a letter to the Princess.”
Bzwap!
Celestia blinked the spots from her eyes. That had certainly been the smoothest teleport she had ever been in, or at least for a teleport that was conducted by an inanimate object. She glanced over at her student, and suddenly had to fight down a giggle. “Are you alright, my student?” she asked.
Twilight grumbled as she tried to use her magic to smooth out her suddenly much floofier fur. “Why does this keep happening?” she asked to herself.
Celestia tilted her head. “You’ve teleported many times before and never been affected like that,” she noted.
“It’s only when I’m not the one doing the spell. I get caught in anyone else’s teleport and this happens.” Twilight frowned. “Princess, most of my magic is suppressed.”
Celestia frowned and reached into her own not inconsiderate well of power. Like Twilight, her own access to her magic was suppressed, though not removed entirely.
“My apologies, madams. That is a general safety feature of the world you are now in.”
The two mares turned to find a human male wearing an admirals cap and a red coat standing behind them. He had a genial smile. “Welcome to the Inventory.” He bowed slightly. Then he reached down and plucked Twilight’s invitation from the ground where it had fallen. “Miss Twilight Sparkle?” he asked, looking between them.
Twilight raised a hoof. “That’s me. Princess Celestia is my Plus One,” she said, gesturing to the Alicorn.
“Ah, very good,” the human said. He looked at Celestia. “While you will be afforded respect, please understand that your position holds no authority here,” he said.
Twilight sputtered at that, but was halted from saying anything by Celestia raising a hoof in her direction. “I understand. I assume you are mister Winslow then?” she asked.
The man frowned. “Oh where are my manners?” he asked himself before bowing. “Commodore Reginald Van Winslow, retired, at your service. I shall be your host and dealer tonight.” He straightened before leading the two mares towards a nearby building. “The other guests are already within. Please, follow me.
“May I ask some questions on the way?” Twilight asked.
The group came to a door that was a couple levels below the first floor of the building.
“This world naturally suppresses most talents that you would not otherwise find in this world.” Reginald said, answering Twilight’s question regarding their suppressed magic. “There is magic here, but it is a subtle magic, the kind that not many even believe exists. As such, only most of your power was suppressed, leaving you with enough to do minor things only, I imagine. One moment,” he said, before grabbing the handle of the door and turning it oddly. Then he let go and shoved against the wall around the door, making it and the door both slide back.
“Interesting method of hiding a room,” Celestia noted as they stepped onto the second floor balcony of the room. “Any particular reason for such an entranceway?” she asked.
“The Inventory began its life as an illegal club during a time when the local government was considering banning all video games,” Reginald explained, leading the two down the stairs. “It has since fallen into the hands of the Owner, and he decided to turn it into an invitation only club. Gambling is only a small part of this establishment. Normally we would take an elevator down to here, but it is currently out of order.”
“I’m still iffy on that, by the way. This can’t be legal.”
All three of them looked up at that and saw a human dressed in a blue and red spandex suit that seemed to be themed after spiders. He was somehow clinging to the ceiling with his hands and feet.
Reginald frowned. “Mr. Parker! You were asked to remain off the walls and ceiling during your time here. Come down here at once.”
The man cringed and dropped down to the floor, landing almost easily despite the almost three story drop. “Yeesh, talk about a buzz kill,” he said, taking his mask off to reveal a white skinned man with messy brown hair. He started walking towards the circular table in the center of the room.
“I thought you said…” Twilight said slowly.
“That it suppresses most powers. Clearly, Mister Parker is an exception. However, he is well practiced at controlling both himself and his powers so the Owner has graciously allowed him to continue visiting,” Reginald explained.
“Of course, powers don’t define a person.”
Once again the group looked up, and this time found themselves staring at a bipedal raccoon wearing a blue long sleeved shirt and cap and carrying a hooked cane. He was staring at them from the railing on the floor above them.
“Mr. Cooper.” Reginald smiled. “A pleasure to see you again.”
“Hey, you know me. Always up for a little excitement,” the raccoon said, before he vaulted over the railing and landed near the table. “Who else are we waiting on?” he asked, taking a seat and leaning his cane against the table.
Reginald led Twilight to the table. “Only two others. Miss Sparkle, there is no room at the table for your Plus One, I’m afraid. She will have to entertain herself while the game goes on. You are, of course, allowed to speak to her and ask her for advice, but she cannot observe the other players.”
Celestia nodded. “Again, I understand. I came here more as support for Twilight than anything else. If you don’t mind, I’d be interested in discussing the history of this building with you while they play.”
Reginald smiled. “Ah, I’d be delighted. But first, we must wait for the other two players.”
“Look no further,” came a male voice. Everyone turned to find a somewhat tall human with brown hair and dressed in a blue toga standing by the stairs. His eyes, oddly enough, glowed. “You know I always try to make time for one of these, Reginald.”
Reginald nodded. “ Indeed. I can imagine dealing with the Olympians is quite stressful.”
“Yo. Looks like I’m fashionably late, as usual.” This time the group looked up at the second floor, where they found a man with silver hair leaning against the railing and reading an orange book. His face was covered by a mask and headband both, leaving only his right eye exposed.
Reginald clapped his hands together. “Excellent! Everyone is here. If you’ll take your seats, please.”
A few moments of movement, and everyone was seated. Reginald came to stand next to Twilight. “Before we begin tonight’s game, I would like to introduce you to our newest player, Twilight Sparkle. In her home world she is a powerful magical Unicorn that is the personal student of their ruler. Everyone, please introduce yourselves.”
The raccoon tilted his hat. “Sly Cooper, at your service. I’m the latest in a long line of Master Thieves. Rest assured, I only steal from other thieves. Makes for an interesting challenge.”
The brown haired man wearing the red and blue spandex suit nodded at Twilight. “Peter Parker. I spend most days in my world as a hero in New York city. I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!” He struck what he believed to be a dramatic pose only for most at the table to snicker at him. He grumbled and crossed his arms. “Well I think I’m cool,”
The man wearing the blue toga stood and bowed to Twilight. “I am Arkantos, and I am essentially a human that ascended to divinity through hardship and perseverance in the face of adversity. I managed to save the people of my home from a calamity, though not the home itself.”
Celestia, who had seated herself at the bar and ordered a drink, looked up at that.
The silver haired man put his book down. “Kakashi Hatake. Ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village. I like my friends and watching my students grow, and dislike those who abandon their friends and comrades. My dream has already come true, so now I am content with helping my students fight to make our world a better place.”
Celestia, who was already paying attention due to Arkantos’ introduction, adopted a thoughtful look at Kakashi’s introduction. ‘It sounds like he may fit in well at Ponyville…’ she mused.
Reginald pulled out a deck of cards and began expertly shuffling them. “As your invitations stated, tonight the game will be Texas Hold’Em Poker. Before we begin, does anyone need the rules explained?”
Silence.
“Excellent!” With a flourish, Reginald began dealing out cards. Once everyone had two, he placed the deck on the table in the center. “I will be the dealer this round, gentleman. Afterwards, however, Kakashi will be dealer, and each round it will go to whoever is on the left of the current dealer. The Blinds are currently two hundred and four hundred. I will inform you when they change.”
Twilight looked around. Kakashi was on her right, with Arkantos on her left, then Sly on his left, then Peter, and then back to Kakashi, meaning she would be dealer in two rounds. She also realized she was the only female player at the table.
Using her magic, she lifted her cards so she could see them.
‘It’s been a while since I played Poker, but even I know there’s not much I can do with this,’ she thought, throwing in her blind. A king of spades and a two of clubs.
“Call,” Sly said, throwing in his chips.
“Call,” Peter also joined the round.
“Hmm… No, not this time. Fold,” Kakashi slid his two cards forward and leaned back, pulling his orange book out and reading it once more.
Twilight shook her head. “I’m with Mr. Hatake. No thanks.” She slid her cards forward.
Kakashi chuckled. “Been a long time since anyone’s called me mister anything,” he said. “Go ahead and call me Kakashi, Ms. Sparkle. Kakashi-san if you must be formal.”
“Check” Arkantos said, tapping his cards with a knuckle. As Reginald pulled three cards from the deck, he said, “It’s been a long time since you deserved the title.”
Twilight blinked at the insult, and at how the table chuckled at the insult. Sly folded just in time to notice. “Not one of the types to poke fun at friends, are you?” he asked.
Peter also folded at the sight of the three cards on the table. Twilight shook her head. “No. Where I’m from friends are important, and we generally don’t do things that could endanger that. Friendship is one of the greatest sources of magic in my world.”
Arkantos pulled the pile of chips towards him, as he was the last player standing. “Not a great haul, but the night’s still young,” He commented.
Kakashi gathered all the cards together and began shuffling as Reginald made his way over to Celestia to begin their conversation. Arkantos glanced at Twilight. “Don’t worry about it. We’re not actually trying to insult each other… usually,” he added as an afterthought. “It’s just good-natured fun to us. We don’t expect you to insult us to fit in, but if you think you got a good stinger, by all means, let loose. The only time we’ll take offense is if you deliberately hit a sore spot.”
“My father and best friend,” Kakashi said. “I’m mostly over the loss, but I still don’t like people poking at them.”
“MJ… She died because of me, and I don’t want to be reminded about the woman I loved dying due to my actions. But by all means, pick fun at my taste in women, just… not her specifically,” Peter said.
“Haven’t found a subject yet that can really insult me, except maybe saying my friends are incompetent,” Sly added.
“Atlantis. While not particularly a sore subject for me, it is still uncomfortable to be reminded that I failed to save my homeland,” Arkantos said, before dealing out cards.
Twilight glanced at her cards, thoughtful. King of diamonds and ace of hearts. Royal Flush was out, but maybe she could pull a Flush?
Once Arkantos and Sly paid their blinds, Peter sighed and folded. “Nope. Not confident here.”
Kakashi also folded. “I guess this isn’t my round.”
Twilight threw in some chips. “Call.”
Arkantos threw in some chips and called as well. Sly looked at Kakashi. “So… ninja?” he asked.
Kakashi nodded, turning a page in his book. “Granted, we’re not the kind of ninja you would expect, but yes. Ninja, Shinobi, and Kunoichi. Trained in stealth, assassination, subterfuge, and hunting.” His eyes glanced at Sly. “Why? Looking for a Sensei?”
Sly Checked and shook his head. “No, just curious if your stealth training is anything like mine. Some of the techniques I learned were designed by my shinobi ancestor, so I’m curious.”
Kakashi picked up the deck and flipped out three cards. Twilight focused on them. Eight of spades, Jack of hearts, and a jack of diamonds.
She Checked. Nothing really worthwhile yet, but it didn’t cost anything to Check.
Another round of checks went by. Kakashi threw out another card. Eight of hearts. She checked again.
Arkantos smirked. “Let’s see some money. Raise,” he threw in some more chips.
Sly shrugged. “Alright, I’m in.” He grinned. “No, better yet, I Raise!”
Kakashi blinked. “Isn’t this supposed to be a friendly game of high stakes poker?” he asked.
That was enough for Twilight. “Neeeeeope!” she said, pushing her cards away. “Maybe if I had jack or eight, but I’m not stupid.”
Celestia at the bar snorted. “No, far from it. You regularly outstrip most scholars back home,” she commented, to a round of chuckles.
Arkantos sighed. “There went that bluff,” he mumbled tossing his hand on the table in a Fold.
Sly used his cane to pull the slightly impressive pile towards himself. “Tongue of silver, gentleman… and lady. Tongue of silver.”
“Wonder how Carmelita feels about that,” Sly’s cane whacked Peter in the back of the head in the blink of an eye, but he was still grinning at the guffaws that his comment had stirred up.
Twilight felt herself beginning to relax. She had her reservations of course, but to be perfectly honest? She was beginning to see that these people were friendly, if not exactly friends.
So far she didn't regret coming.
Author's Note
This is literally something I have been poking (Ha!) at for over six months, and also a means for me to kinda unwind if I feel I may be burning myself out on stories, so updates will be all over the place, likely.
In case no one is familiar with the premise, this story is based off the games Poker Night , and Poker Night 2 , which can be found on Steam. If you're into card games they can be very fun, especially since the games portrays four characters from differing universes, alongside yourself, the player, interacting with each other. With obvious repercussions to said characters meeting.
Each Night there will be a new cast of players for Twilight to play against, and I am not at all against suggestions. I tried to streamline the games so that it would make sense in a story format, so I hope no one is upset about any small changes you see.
The first game has...
The second game has...
I suppose I should also tell you about our cast for tonight in this story.
Twilight Sparkle, from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Another chapter will come out with this cast, where Twilight will finish this Night. Whether she wins or loses... well, that depends on whether or not I win or lose on my own copy of Poker Night 2. That's how I'm going to decide the way the game goes.
So... any bets?
Fair warning, my own Poker prowess is not the best. I'm no schmuck, and I've won my share of games, but I am by no means a professional.
Author's Note
Just a heads up, my file got corrupted so I had to start the game over. That is why what happens in this chapter has happened. My apologies. I will be backing up my save from now on.
2. Night One Part Two
A few more hands into the game, with no one really gaining any leads, Twilight's mood had dropped slightly.
She wasn't sure what it was. Something about the situation just... bothered her. These ponies... no, people...were affable enough, and she could tell that for the most part she was left alone when it came to the barbs they traded back and forth.
She was also hearing a few interesting stories regarding them. Sly had apparently gone on a few adventures himself, though it mostly centered around his family legacy. Arkantos had been a General in the Atlantean army, and had led his loyal soldiers on a mission of both revenge and duty to save the world from some kind of group called the Titans. Kakashi's world was war torn and not used to friendship, at least not between the different Countries, and his students were at the forefront of the wave of change spreading through it. And Peter led a fairly sad life, in Twilight's eyes, one where he was perhaps the greatest hero of his world, and yet was scorned by that world for seemingly no reason other than because this James Jonah Jameson character spread lies about him on a daily basis. She wasn't sure she could do that, go on being a hero knowing that the world hated you despite it.
Arkantos suddenly stood up, garnering their attention. "Gentleman, I propose we restart the game. I can tell some of you are not taking Miss Twilight seriously, and I would rather we played the game seeing each other as equals, rather than looking down on each other for the circumstances of our birth," his glowing eyes seemed to flare at this.
Twilight frowned. Was that why she felt tense? They didn't acknowledge her? Now that she thought about it, Kakashi and Peter didn't seem to actually speak to her at all, only really conversing with Sly and Arkantos. They answered questions, but... didn't really seem to be into doing so.
Kakashi and Peter lowered their heads. "Sorry," Peter mumbled. "I just... find it difficult to believe a Unicorn of all things is supposed to be impressive."
Celestia frowned. "And what is that supposed to mean?" she asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. For a moment she had begun to think prejudice wasn't a problem in this place. Clearly she was wrong.
Reginald waved a hand to deflect her anger. "It is nothing personal, Madam, just that in most human worlds Unicorns, and Alicorns such as you, do not exist. They are parts of fairy tales and children stories, played up for little girls. In their minds they are having a hard time seeing Miss Twilight as anything other than that. It is not their fault, merely a product of the society they grew up in."
Peter sighed. "Honestly, after dealing with Spider-Pig, I shouldn't be letting this bother me." He looked at Twilight and stood, and then bowed at the waist. "Please forgive me, Twilight."
Twilight felt a little uncomfortable, but waved a hoof. "It's okay, honest. It's not like you're going out of your way to demean me." She glanced at her hand. "Though I have no problem starting over. My hand is crap."
With a round of chuckles and a broken tension, the game was restarted with everyone starting with twenty thousand chips again.
Reginald stood and made his way over. "Would you like me to determine who deals first, gentleman?" he asked.
Everyone glanced at each other, before Peter shrugged and raised a hand. "I'll do it," he said, grabbing the deck and shuffling. He dealt out the cards and set the deck back down.
Twilight looked at her cards. Five of hearts and six of diamonds. 'Could be worse. I could get a few different things with this. Let's see the flop before I do anything though.'
Kakashi and Twilight threw in their Blinds, 400 and 800 respectively. "What's your world like, Twilight? Besides friendship being a great source of magic I mean," Sly asked as Arkantos Folded. Sly frowned before Folding as well with a sigh.
Twilight hummed in thought. "Well... I guess the best way to describe it is 'peaceful'." She chuckled. "That's not to say there are no problems or war, but it's been a fairly long time since something like that happened. The Dragons had tried to invade and Princess Celestia convinced them to surrender after a short time."
Sly and Peter blinked. Sly frowned as he worked that explanation through his mind, but Peter gaped. "Dragon? You have Dragons in your world?" He grinned so widely that Twilight feared his head would split in two. "That is so cool!" he gushed. He also Called after a moment.
Kakashi also Called, chuckling. "Careful Peter, you're inner nerd is showing." He leaned back. "Though, to be fair, Dragons do sound interesting. The only thing close to that in our world would probably be the Legend of the Dragon Summons."
'Just three of us now. Not sure if that's a good sign or not.' Twilight thought, Checking.
Peter picked up the deck and put out three cards. seven of spades, king of spades, and four of clubs.
Twilight just stopped herself from grinning. 'I can work with that,' she thought. Kakashi Checked, and she did the same. "My assistant is a Dragon," she said with a fond smile. "He's a baby Dragon, granted, but still."
Peter looked at the pile of chips and smirked. "You know what? I see an awful lot of checks, but no actual money. Let's fix that. I Bet eight hundred."
'Uh oh. Does he have something? Or is he bluffing?'
"Making things interesting? Alright, I'll bite. I Call," Kakashi said, throwing chips into the pot.
Twilight hesitated, but decided another 800 wouldn't hurt too much if she lost. "I Call." She tossed her own chips in.
Peter flipped out another card. Eight of hearts. Twilight very nearly crowed in success.
Kakashi Checked.
Grinning, Twilight grabbed her chips. "I'm up for a little upheaval. I Bet 1,000," she said, throwing said chips out. She hoped it wasn't enough to scare them into Folding. She knew she could win this, but she wanted them to bet as much at they could first.
Arkantos whistled. "Gonna step up, Twilight? Let's see how you do," he said, grabbing his drink.
Peter threw in his chips. "I'll meet it."
Kakashi shrugged and threw in some chips as well. "Sure, let's see where this goes. Call."
Peter threw out one last card. Eight of clubs.
Kakashi's eye glinted. "I bet five thousand eight hundred," he said, shoving a pile of chips forward.
Arkantos, in the middle of drinking his water, choked and nearly spit it up. Twilight didn't blame him, she wasn't so confident anymore. Still, a Straight was hard to beat. "Call," she eventually said, levitating her pile forward.
Peter looked uncertain for a moment, but he visibly rallied himself and shoved all of his chips into the center of the table. "All-In!" he crowed. That was seventeen thousand and four hundred chips. Twilight gulped. She couldn't meet that. She only had two choices. Go All-In or backpedal hard with a Fold.
Kakashi leaned back. "Well... can't say I'm sure I'll win, but... I don't mind if I lose. All-In," he said, pushing the chips forward.
Twilight actually shivered, and looked up to Celestia. As per the rules, since Celestia was sitting at the bar, which was on the other side of the table, she was not looking towards them. "Princess? I..."
Celestia smiled. "There is no shame in admitting defeat, Twilight. If you are not confident you'll win, it is a common tactic to retreat so you may rearm and prepare for the next encounter," she said without looking.
Reginald nodded from next to her. "Princess Celestia is quite correct. The point of the game is to have fun first, and win second. No one will think less of you for backing down."
Hearing the words of comfort from her mentor, Twilight made her decision. "I'm All-In," she said, magically pushing all of her chips forward.
Sly whistled. "Would you look at that pot..." he mused. "I almost wish I stayed in."
Arkantos nodded. "Yes, though it's not often the beginning rounds see a pot like that," he commented.
Reginald walked over. "Alright, flip your cards over everyone."
Everyone flipped over their cards. Reginald took a moment to deliberate, then nodded. "Peter has two pairs. Kakashi has two pairs, and Twilight has a Straight." He smiled at Twilight while Peter groaned and Kakashi nodded to himself. "Twilight Sparkle wins, and wins quite a bit at that. Well done Miss Twilight, but do not get overconfident. It does not do to forget to be cautious in this game."
Twilight, grinning like a loon, nodded as she raked in her winning with her magic. All added up, she now had... wow... sixty thousand in chips. If she understood the conversion rate correctly based on her invitation... that was six thousand bits. A good amount of money indeed.
Peter sulkily stood up. "Well tonight went to crap fast," he grumbled, walking away. He waved as he did. "See you guys whenever."
Kakashi also stood up and pulled his orange book out. "Oh well. I don't bet what I'm not prepared to lose, so I'm okay with this." he faced Twilight and smiled, his eye doing weird thing where it looked like and upside down U. "Congratulation, Twilight. I hope to play against you again some day. Maybe I'll get my money back then."
Twilight almost returned with a kind gesture, but paused. Then, with a growing smirk, she said, "Nah, I think I'll just walk away twenty thousand chips richer."
Sly snorted and Arkantos laughed. "Excellent recovery, Twilight!" Arkantos praised, patting her on the back. "We'll make a sailor out of you yet!"
Kakashi walked away chuckling. "Perhaps. Perhaps."
Reginald walked up. "Well, I must say that this doesn't happen often. The first hand of a game is usually very calm. This one became very intense very fast. Before the next hand, would anyone like refreshments?"
"No," was the general response.
Reginald nodded. "Then carry on, gentleman."
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. Author's Note
I realize now that I started this Night off with the Blinds at 200-400, but that was a mistake. I've been playing the game based on the Blinds being 400-800, so if you spotted that inconsistency I apologize.
Anyways, here's the current standings
Twilight (And me by extension) is having a fairly good run of luck. Here's hoping it lasts!
4. Night One Part Four
A few more hands in, and Twilight had found herself breaking even with Arkantos for the most part, with Sly forced to play All-In most of the time just to stay in. Twilight had bet big on the hope of another Straight, but it had flopped and Arkantos had taken that pot. But then another big bet had come in and Sly had bet most of his chips. He lost to Arkantos, but he seemed to be enjoy himself more now, which made Twilight happy. Twilight had also noticed that Peter and Kakashi were still in the club, Peter playing a game machine over by the stage and Kakashi sitting on Celestia’s other side at the bar. He was involved in the discussion between her and Reginald.
Now it was Arkantos’ turn to deal again, but before he could Reginald approached the table.
“Gentlemen, I will now be raising the Blinds from four hundred and eight hundred to six hundred and twelve hundred,” he stated.
The group nodded and Arkantos dealt out the cards. Sly and Twilight paid their Blinds, then examined their cards.
‘Six of hearts and nine of hearts.’
Arkantos threw fourteen hundred chips in. “Raise. I feel good about this.”
Sly tipped his hat up with his cane. “No messing around this round? Alright. I Call,” he said, throwing most of chips in.
Twilight Called as well.
“Hey, Twilight?” Peter walked over and stood near the table. “You said Pegasi control the weather of your world?”
Arkantos threw out three cards. Five of spades, queen of clubs, and five of clubs.
Twilight frowned at the cards. “Yeah. Pegasi are born with the instinctual ability to use their magic to manipulate clouds, walk on them, and even stir up tornadoes and hurricanes if enough work together.”
Said frown became an O of surprise when Sly grunted and shoved all of his chips into the pot. “All-In,” he declared, his eyes daring anyone to challenge him.
Twilight decided to be daring. “I’m in!” she said, throwing in the required chips. Not like she was losing all that much if she lost anyways.
Arkantos looked thought, before shaking his head and pushing his hand away. “No, not this time,” he said softly. He looked around. “Alright, hands up everybody,” he instructed.
Twilight flippd her cards over, and Sly did the same. Sly’s smirk turned into a grin. “Ha! My ten beats your nine.” He had an eight of hearts and ten of spades.
Twilight let her head hit the table. “Crap,” she muttered.
Arkantos threw out a card. King of clubs. Twilight continued muttering to herself while Sly started twirling his cane smugly. He put down the final card. Twilight looked at it. King of diamonds.
Sly crowed to himself. “Yes! I am back in the game!” he said, reaching for the pot.
“Wait,” Arkantos said, stopping Sly. “You didn’t win.”
Sly stopped and looked at Arkantos in confusion. “What? But the only difference is our hands, and mine is higher with the ten kicker!”
Twilight shook her head. “No, that last king changed everything. The best hand both of us can use is two pairs with the queen as a kicker. Neither of our hands are actually involved, just what the dealer put out.” Twilight smiled. “It’s a tie.”
Sly looked at the cards again, and realized she was right. The best hand for them both came purely from the five cards on the table, and not their hands. If he tried to change the queen for his ten Twilight would win with the queen as a kicker. “Well crap. Didn’t see that coming.” He shrugged and looked at Twilight. “Equal split?”
Twilight nodded. “Sure.”
Arkantos divided the money and they took their winnings. Seventy-two hundred chips for the both of them.
Twilight did some fast mental math in her head. She had 42500, Arkantos had 45300, and Sly now had 7200.
As Sly began shuffling the cards Twilight looked at Peter. “You were asking about Pegasi?”
Peter nodded. He had also been drawn in by the finale when Sly had gone All-In. “It was more curiosity than anything. There’s a few people back in my world that can control weather too. Ororo for one is kinda considered a Goddess of storms by her people.”
“Is she actually a Goddess?” Celestia asked from the bar curiously.
Peter shrugged. “Once I would have said that was impossible, since I didn’t believe in Gods and Goddesses, but I’ve reconsidered my stance on that after meeting Thor. I don’t actually know if she is a Goddess, but she holds herself as one.” He waved his hand. “Not in that she thinks she’s above all, but that she takes the responsibility of caring for those who worship her seriously. That’s why I’m not really bothered by her claiming as such. She is probably one of the few people I don’t mind calling themselves Gods, because they actually treat it as a duty and responsibility, rather than a right.”
“Interesting,” Twilight and Celestia both said to themselves.
Sly dealt out the hands. Twilight and Arkantos paid their Blinds and looked at their cards.
‘Queen of diamonds and four spades. Two pairs is probably the best I could do with this. Maybe three of a kind if I get really lucky.’
“Call,” Sly said, throwing in twelve hundred.
“Call,” Twilight parroted, throwing in six hundred.
Arkantos Checked.
Sly dealt out three cards. King of hearts, five of hearts, and ten of clubs. Twilight cringed, but Checked. Might as well see how it goes.
“So the other people that can control weather in your world, is it all the same power, or are they different?” Twilight asked.
“Oh, they’re different powers that control different aspects of weather, though some have control over weather period instead of parts of it. “Thor, the guy I mentions, is actually the Norse Gods of Thunder, and let me tell you, getting hit by him hurts .”
Sly grinned and pushed his remaining six thousand chips in. “All-In!” he declared.
Twilight pushed her hand away. “No thanks,” she said, Folding.
Arkantos shrugged. “Sure, let’s do it.” He threw in six thousand.
Twilight turned in her seat to continue her discussion with Peter. “How many gods are in your world?” she asked curiously.
Peters scratched the back of his head. “Technically only a few. Most Gods live in their own worlds away from our own, though Thor is a regular visitor. Let’s see…” Peter started counting with his fingers. “There’s Ororo, then there’s T’Chala, her husband, though he’s more an Avatar than an actual God. There’s Bruce, who some have been calling the God of Wrath, though whether he’s actually a physical God or not is up for debate. I guess Captain Marvel, but again I’m not entirely sure if she counts.”
“Fascinating,” Twilight said. “Our rulers, Celestia and Luna, are considered by many to be Goddesses of the Day and the Night. I grew up around Princess Celestia, and befriended Luna, so I don’t really see them as that, but still. I suppose there’s also Discord,” she said with obvious distaste.
Peter recognized that look and tone. “Bad guy?”
Twilight huffed. “He’s the physical embodiment, a God in all but name I suppose, of Chaos and Disharmony. He escaped his stone prison a while ago and turn our world inside out.”
“Inside out? What is his power?” Peter asked, almost afraid to ask.
“He…” Twilight paused, considering. “Well, I guess his power is the ability manipulate reality on a whim, though I imagine there are limits and restrictions, as he can be contained when we use the Elements of Harmony on him.”
Peter’s heart dropped. “Please tell me you didn’t turn a freakin’ Reality Warper into stone twice…”
Twilight looked at Peter. “Er… we did? Why?”
Peter sighed explosively. “Lovely. Just.... Amazing.” He looked at Twilight. “You need to release him.” He held up a hand to stop Twilight from protesting. “I’m not saying he shouldn’t be punished, but he’s not actually contained, especially if this is the second time being turned to stone. If he has the power to effectively do whatever he wants, don’t you think he would prepare for the eventuality of him being turned to stone again? In my experience Reality Warpers will always find a way to influence things from their prison, either through astral projection, empathetic manipulation, or even straight up possessing someone else. Or maybe some other way I can’t think of right now.”
Celestia frowned, having overheard the conversation. “Discord was never one for subtle manipulation… but then again he spent one thousand years in stone with his awareness preserved. I can’t say how that would have affected him.”
Peter winced. “Ouch. That sounds… cruel.”
“Sly Cooper wins the pot,” Reginald declared from where he observed the back and forth betting of Arkantos and Sly.
Sly pulled the pile of chips in with nod. “Pleasure cheating you out of your hard earned money.” Fifteen thousand and six hundred chips firmly put him back in the game.
Arkantos grumbled good-naturedly.
Twilight turned back around in her seat while Celestia grew thoughtful. She began shuffling the cards. “That may sound cruel, but his antics were literally driving ponies insane. He had to be stopped,” Twilight said firmly. “He had this power that let him invert our personalities. My best friends became terrible shadows of themselves when he got a hold of them, and it was not easy to remind myself and them of who we truly were. If not for Princess Celestia’s quick thinking, we’d still be stuck under his chaotic rule.”
She dealt out the cards. “I guess, thinking about it now, I regret that we chose to stone him again… but I do not regret stopping him.” She looked at Celestia, and their eyes met. They nodded to each other. “I can promise to look into a different punishment, but that’s it.”
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. 6. Night One End, Daytime Event One
The game continued on from there, with only some minimal betting happening between games. Twilight had in fact been presented with a challenge against Sly again, and though she wasn't entirely confident in her hand, she let herself get goaded into losing most of her chips. After that she had become a bit subdued in her playing, being far more careful.
Idle chat and conversation peppered the rest of the game, and before long Arkantos found himself making one risk too many, and Sly ended up kicking him out of the game. Next thing Twilight knew she was in a showdown against Sly.
"I come from a world eerily similar to this one, you know?" Sly said as he shuffled the cards.
"How so?"
"The countries, nations, and basic geology were all the same, even most of the history, but instead of humans it was occupied by animals like me."
"Like you?" Twilight asked.
Sly shrugged. "You know, upright on two legs, speaks English,, but animals... and chock full of all our own cultural assholes." He sighed. "The less said about our government the better." Seeing Twilight's curiosity, he decided to humor her. "Most lawyers are sharks, most police officers are canines, though there are felines as well intermingled, and most politicians are weasels. The cherry on that lovely cake is the orangutan of a President." He puts the deck of cards down to rub his face with his hand. "I'm not one for racial stereotyping, unless it's in good clean fun, but our government makes it far too easy at times..."
Twilight could only wince in sympathy.
The hands went back and forth for a while after that, and Twilight made a bit more small talk with Sly while Arkantis amused himself with what sounded like a fairly in depth conversation about leadership qualities between him, Celestia, and Kakashi. However, as the night drew into the morning hours, Twilight decided to just call it a night and concede defeat to Sly.
Twilight shook Sly's hand with her hoof, barely managing to hold in a yawn, and began gathering her saddlebags. "I hope I get the chance to play against you guys again," she said as the rest of the group, including Celestia and Reginald, gathered around the table.
Reginald held up a bag that jingled and tossed it to Sly. "As the winner of tonight's tournament, you get one hundred Inventory Tokens. Congratulations." He turned to Twilight and held up a slip of paper towards her. Curious, Twilight took it in her magic and looked at it. "As you have a currency that almost exactly mirrors the Tokens, the Owner has agreed that, until this situation is resolved, you will have to make use of a different means to track your Tokens. As such, that slip of paper is worth the fifty Tokens you earned tonight by placing second in the tournament," he explained.
True enough, the paper had a written 50 on it, alongside two signatures, Reginalds signature and one that simply says The Owner . Twilight slipped it into one of her bags and shook Reginald's hand. "Thank you for the fun night," she said to him, before looking at the others. "All of you. Thanks."
Celestia approached. "Are you ready, Twilight?" she asked, holding the invitation that had brought them to the Inventory in her magic. "Mr. Winslow says this will take us home once we're both touching it," she explained.
Twilight gave a tired smile and placed her hoof against it. She looked back at her new friends and waved. "Bye everypony!"
Then Celestia also touched it, and they were gone.
The next morning, Celestia awoke after maybe four hours of sleep to raise the sun. After a quick bath she made her way to the dining room her and Luna usually meet at for breakfast.
Luna had by now already closed Night Court and was already devastating her way through a vegetable burger with mashed potatoes and gravy. Celestia, in contrast, had a simple bowl of cereal. This was Celestia's morning, but for Luna she would soon be going to bed.
"How did the game go?" Luna asked once Celestia was settled in her chair.
Celestia swallowed her first bite of cereal. "Twilight is a very novice player, but she placed second in the tournament. She is easily goaded into being reckless with bets, but she also seemed to have a certain kind of luck that sees some of those bets return big rewards."
"And who did she play against? Players from across the world like we theorized?"
Celestia paused. "No. Actually, that was something that greatly surprised me. Twilight is the only one from this world invited to the game." She frowned as Luna blinked in surprise. "Starswirl was right, Luna. There is far more than just the human world across the mirror out there. Not only that, but apparently there is a sort of police force that enforces specific rules regarding travel between worlds."
"Yes, about that..."
Luna, having just come from time, in her perspective, where war and battle was more common, reacted first to the unfamiliar voice. In a flash of blue light she was in the air and spinning. A curved beam of pure magic arced from her horn in the direction of the voice. it exploded on contact and scattered shattered marble all over.
Celestia, though her instincts for war were dulled by centuries of peace. did not disappoint when she immediately banished the table and all of its contents towards the intruder at the same time that the beam of magic hit.
The table split down the middle and both pieces flew by the intruder without touching him. Said intruder, a human, held a hand out towards Luna, a blue shimmering barrier standing between it and her, likely having blocked her attack. His other hand gripped a simple looking sword, though one that even Celestia's limited knowledge on bladed weapons told her was well cared for.
"Parlay?" the human offered up with a hopeful grin. He sheathed his sword at his side and let the shield fade away. Then he held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Please, I come peacefully. I would have set up an appointment with you, but your world is unused to humans such as myself. I did not wish to cause a public scene."
"Who are you?" Luna demanded, landing next to her sister while conjuring a sword of magic. "And why are you here?"
The man held his right fist over his heart and bowed his head. "Captain Michael Andrews, of the S.S. Joseph. I am here in regards to your adventure through worlds."
Celestia frowned, before motioning to her sister to stand down. Luna did so hesitantly, but did not dispel her sword. "Am I in trouble?" she asked, addressing what she believed to be his reason for such a visit.
Michael shook his head. "No ma'am. I represent the military force that patrols the multiverse. We call ourselves Peacekeepers, as our entire job is to prevent chaos and upheaval on an inter-dimensional level. As such, a section of us is charged with ensuring all worlds capable of inter-dimensional travel is both logged, registered, and assessed for threats."
Luna tensed again. "Threat assessment?" she asked archly.
Michael nodded. "We examine the world for things that could threaten the World Order, a set of loose rules and regulations that inter-dimensional travelers must follow when they travel between worlds. We are concerned about a few things we have discovered in your world, and hope to discuss that with you at some point in the future, but this first visit is for the purpose of explaining the World Order to you, as well as discussing the possibility of making inter-dimensional travel a publicly available privilege in your world."
Even Luna's eyebrows rose in surprise at that. "Publicly available? I would think secrecy was important to the protection of this World Order."
Michael frowned. "It was, once, but a threat got loose once that very nearly destroyed all worlds, and it was thanks to the courage of a young man and his friends that we were saved. It came at a great cost though, and to this day he still searches for the friend he lost during that adventure. Due to this the existence of the multiverse at large was exposed." He sighed. "That entire situation was a disaster. We would have helped, but we were quite literally locked into our own world by the monster that caused it. We could do nothing but watch as darkness nearly consumed everything." He straightened after a while. "So now we police the multiverse more openly, and offer newly discovered worlds a safe way to travel between the worlds."
"Surely there must be a catch. A price," Luna said. "There is no such thing as a gift without a price, even if that price is one the gift giver pays."
Michael nodded. "The price is that Equestria must sign an agreement that makes any traveler adhere to the World Order while outside their world. Equestria will not unduly attempt to expand into other worlds without proper need, and even then must do so peacefully through us. Your currency will be evaluated for exchange rates, which will allow us to levy a tax on anyone who makes use of inter-dimensional travel through our own methods." He held up his hands in a "hold" motions. "Don't worry, the tax is only one method. There are others we can negotiate, but you were correct in stating there is a price. It's either apply the tax, or make it a direct payment whenever the travel stations are used."
Celestia sighed. "Joy. More work." She drew herself up. "Very well. Let's get started on this."
A few days later saw Twilight reading a newspaper in disbelief.
NEW WORLDS, NEW HORIZONS
As many of you know, the Princesses announced during both of their court times that a press conference was to be held, yesterday by the time you, our readers, will be reading this. During this press conference the Princesses, Celestia and Luna, revealed quite the bombshell. We are not alone in reality. In fact, we are an infinitely small part of reality.
Now, obviously, a claim like that would require some proof. Said proof was a live human of all things, and one that claimed he not only comes from another world, but is a member of a military force dedicated to preserving what he called the World Order. Michael Andrews, the humans, explained that Princess Celestia had discovered a means to travel between dimensions, garnering the attention of the military force Michael Andrews is a part of. Afterwards he had confronted our Princess secretly and offered her the chance the put Equestria on the multiversal map.
This reporter personally asked how such an inclusion could benefit Equestria, and how the rest of the multiverse benefited from our inclusion.
"Yours is a world of magic. Not just any magic though, but potent magic. Magic is a rare force out there in the multiverse, and one wars have been fought over. I won't deny that my hope is some of you ponies choose to join the Peacekeepers. That is how we benefit from Equestria joining the multiverse. How do you benefit? Well, besides the obvious sense of adventure I can see shining in the eyes of nearly every pony here, I can guarantee you that out there is some forms of magic you likely have never even come close to discovering yet. Magic may be rare, but wherever it can be found tends to have extraordinary magics. You could all learn a great deal from information exchange alone. Another benefit is the allies you could make, an additional protection against the variety of monsters and creatures that threaten you all."
This was his response.
As Twilight continued to read a question was growing in her mind. Did this happen because we went to that game?' she wondered.
The paper continued to detail how eventually every major city in the country would have a building dedicated to housing the portal that would take anypony to another world. Each Portal Station would be manned and maintained by a member of the Peacekeepers, the military in charge of policing the multiverse, and that anypony that chose to make use of the portal would pay a fee for each use. The fee wasn't cheap, but it wasn't expensive either. Anypony could afford it with a bit of work.
For now though, only Canterlot would have a functioning Portal Station for trial purposes.
Twilight put the paper back on the kitchen table and sighed. She had no idea that going to a poker game of all things would result in such a radical change to their own world.
Author's Note
Yes. Yes, that was, in fact, the distant sound of cannon fire, of which I have directed at the White House.
7. Daytime Event Two: The Origin of Discord
"Can his magic be suppressed?" Twilight asked.
Celestia shook her head. "No, unfortunately. It's too chaotic. The only assurance we have against his magic is the Elements of Harmony, but it takes time to get them to work, and I have no doubt he will not let you get another shot at him so easily. Discord doesn't act it, but he is far smarter and craftier than anypony gives him credit for."
"Any kind of enticement? Something that would make him want to behave?"
"Other than giving him what he wants... not that I know of."
Twilight sighed. She had, of course, known that there was probably no real way to contain Discord outside of using the Elements of Harmony. The way Celestia described it, he was a force of nature, one only another force of nature could match. "Is there anything ? I'd settle for a clear history lesson on him at this point. At least then I could get some ideas from that."
Celestia frowned. "There... is something." She looked into her tea, considering. "Discord is far older than Luna and myself, perhaps older than even the First Kingdom. I also remember finding records of a reality defying beast helping to topple the tyranny of the Mad Queen Majesty. Discord is not evil. Chaotic and perhaps even apathetic, but not evil. He's only ever been interested in having fun."
"Then... why seal him away?"
"Because it was the only thing that worked," Celestia said with a bit of frustration. She looked away slightly at Twilight's flat stare. "... I know..." she whispered. "I taught you that there is always more than one option. And with Discord... we should have kept searching even after he was sealed. But we were just happy to be done with him. My sister and I did not want to even entertain the idea of letting him out, regardless of the reason."
Twilight was silent for a time after that admission. Celestia could only wonder how she felt. She knew Twilight, much like a majority of her ponies, saw her as perfect and incapable of making mistakes. To be faced with both Celestia's flaws and willingness to allow someone to suffer under the right circumstances, Twilight was probably a bit shaken.
"At the very least, Discord needs to be released," Twilight eventually said. "We'll give him a chance. We'll explain the situation to him, and see what happens. If he insists on continuing to cause too much trouble, we'll use the Elements again. Hopefully though, the girls and I can make it so he's not aware if we seal him again."
"Just like that?" Celestia asked.
Twilight looked up her. She wasn't smiling, Celestia noted, but she wasn't scowling either. "To be fair to Discord... he already spent one thousand years imprisoned and tortured. As far as I'm concerned he's more than served his time. These months in his second imprisonment are just his sentence for disturbing the peace after his brief release. I think he deserves to at least be given the chance."
Celestia sighed. "You are, of course, correct. Very well. However, before you release him, allow Luna and I teach you and your friends how to use the Elements in a more refined way. They can do more than reestablish harmony. This way you have a few safety nets in case Discord gets out of hoof."
Discord blinked. Then he blinked again, reveling in the sheer novelty of an action he had wholeheartedly expected to not be able to to for another thousand years. He looked around at the gathered mares. He of course had known they were there even before his release. Sustained awareness sucked sometimes, but at least he knew that he had been released by what was supposed to be his enemies.
That made him curious.
"Now why ever did you release me I wonder?" he asked, slithering into the air and coiling in place. He kept an eye on the trinkets the six mares wore, the accursed Elements of Harmony. His greatest creation, and perhaps his most hated. He noted how the artifacts were already primed for use. He could probably get away before getting hit... but he honestly didn't want to take the chance.
Celestia stepped forward, her expression firm. "Consider this your chance at parole," she said.
"Ahem," Twilight cleared her throat, interrupting her mentor. Discord quirked an eyebrow. He had pegged Twilight as the sycophant of the group. To see her leveling a hard stare at Celestia only further peaked his curiosity. "What Princess Celestia means is that you've served your time, for both sentences, and you're being released."
"Your doodads being ready to fire at a moment's notice say otherwise," Discord noted.
Twilight nodded. "Just because you're being released doesn't mean we're taking chances. No more than we have to anyways." She motioned to the her friends. "I could give you a long speech about the responsible use of your powers, the risk that comes with you just doing whatever you want, and the consequences therein, but I think I'll settle for doing something different." She sat down, the Element of Magic stopped glowing, and she directed a curious gaze at Discord. "Why?"
Discord blinked a third time. "Why?" he parroted, uncomprehending.
"Why the chaos? I can think a few ways you could use your powers for entertainment without endangering ponies, and even for cornering the market on entertainment itself, but you chose to not care about anyone else. Why? Tell me you story, please?"
Discord's jaw opened and closed, but no words came out. He was shocked. No one had ever cared about why he did the things he did, just that he was doing them. "No one's ever asked me why before," he noted after a moment of silence. He frowned after a second. "Would you even believe my story? You could just accuse me of trying to get sympathy."
"Look around you, at the ground," Twilight responded.
Discord did so. It took him a moment, but he noticed a large magic circle surrounding him and the mares. It was glowing a subtle red. A familiar red.
"Blood Magic?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Twilight nodded. "While frowned upon in polite society, Blood Magic isn't actually illegal anymore. So long as you're an adult and known for being mentally stable, you are free to use the magic." She motioned towards the circle. "This particular circle is using some of Applejack's blood. Due to her being closely tied to the Element of Honesty, her blood amplifies the effects of a truth detection circle. If a lie is spoken by anypony within the circle, it will glow blue. Otherwise it remains red."
Discord frowned. Would it even work on him? He wasn't sure. There were plenty of magics that simply did not work on him, transfiguration for example. His Chaos Magic prevented him from being changed physically except when he wanted to. "My name is Celestia," he said, deciding to test it.
The circle glowed blue.
"Huh. Okay." He turned back to Twilight. "You want to hear my story? It flies in the face of what you may believe is the truth of things. I know for a fact ol' sunbutt over there kept a lot hidden. A lot about before and after her and her sister arrived. Perhaps necessarily, I won't deny that, but still. My story is not what you will expect."
Twilight simply nodded.
Discord summoned a chair and settled in it. He smiled. "Right. My story, I guess, would start back before Queen Majesty took the throne. Back to just before the rise of the First Kingdom. The world was known simply as Terra back then, before Celly and Lulu showed up and beat the crap out of everything causing chaos..."
Twilight and her friends listened and observed both Discord and the truth circle. Discord told his tale, and quite the tale it was. They listened as Discord recounted his very first sentient thought, that of Who. Who was he? Once that thought had formed, more questions followed. Where was he? When was he?
How was he?
The one question he never asked, though, was What he was. For he knew, instinctively, even before his first sentient thought, that he was the Wave of Change given form.
Discord readily admitted that he didn't know where he came from. All he knew was that Chaos was his passion and duty, and that it granted him great and terrifying powers. Through him mortals were to be led down the road of becoming better than they were. And for a time he tried to do just that, starting with simply asking different people to try harder when they started to get lazy.
Of course, Discord now knows, mortals don't like being told they were anything but perfect.
After one particularly failed attempt ended with him being chased from a town actively trying to have him executed as a "heretic", Discord had discovered that there were dark forces waiting beyond the horizon, waiting for stagnation to fully set in. He knew then that he no longer had the time to be gentle, and had gone about causing change the only other way he knew would work.
Strife.
His first attempt was to create the Monsters, a race of varying creatures and animals, all violent in nature, and all out to cause destruction and mayhem. For a few centuries this worked, forcing the ponies to come together in an effort to stem the tidal wave of hostile creatures. This was when Discord learned his second lesson about mortals.
Mortals can and will be ingenious when necessary, but will often settle for the easy solution if it presents itself.
The First Kingdom rose from the conflict the Rise of Monsters brought about, and eventually an organized military force formed that grew incredibly skilled at combating Monsters. Military tactics, guerrilla warfare, stealth and assassination... the more methods of killing ponies developed, the easier it became to protect the kingdom. And the easier it became to protect the kingdom... the less ponies tried to become better.
The less ponies tried to become better... the more they fractured from infighting and hatred towards each other. It had gotten to the point where Earth Ponies were being summarily imprisoned and/or executed for being the "cause" of the Monsters rising. Not true, of course, but the ruling monarchy at the time took one look at the connection Earth Ponies shared with nature, and the (completely false) myth of Monsters being born from nature itself, and put two and two together to get twenty-two.
Discord stepped in again and upped the ante, creating a breed of Monsters he called (in poor taste, he readily admitted) Boss Monsters. Boss Monsters were far more powerful than regular Monsters, had some direct control over regular Monsters, and worst of all... were just as smart and capable of rational thought as Ponies were. He instilled within them the instinctive desire to conquer.
This gave rise to the Dark Ages, a time when no pony was safe. Under the clever guidance of the Boss Monsters, Monsters descended upon Ponykind like a plague. The current monarchy was slain (Discord held no regret over this. They were all abusive asshats, the lot of them), the army devastated, and the First Kingdom shattered.
Realizing he made a fatal flaw in giving the Boss Monsters both power and intelligence, Discord at first was going to get rid of them, but realized that would only land Ponykind back at square one eventually. Maybe worse, if they decided to expect him to save them all the time. So he sought out ponies. Not just any ponies though, but specific ponies, bearing specific traits and personalities. Positivity in the face of adversity. Sacrifice in the name of love. Purity in the face of temptation. Mercy from the softest heart. Unwavering devotion. And, finally, the bond that binds them together. More than anything though, they had to be willing to fight and die for their fellow Pony.
He found six ponies, each a grand example of the traits he sought, and empowered them.
It did not take long for these ponies to realize they were somehow more than their fellow pony. Faster. Stronger. Capable of far more powerful magic.
Discord didn't empower just these six ponies. He knew that eventually these six ponies, despite all the good they were doing, would die. Either of old age or bad luck, they would die, and Ponykind would become vulnerable to the Monsters again. So he created a system. Once every year a pony bearing what Discord considered to be at least one of the core aspects of Unity would be chosen and empowered the same way the original six had been.
This heralded the beginning of the Age of Heroes, a time when ponykind was saved from extinction by the few who stood up and cried, "Enough!".
This, Discord was pleased to discover, was the longest Age he ever witnessed. There were, of course, problems. Mortals weren't perfect. Greed and Darkness all too easily consumed hearts. But by and far Ponykind chugged along and continued to grow and change, for the simple fact that their greatest enemy also changed with time, developing and becoming stronger. Discord need not do anything else, for his job was to encourage change, not create a utopia. Then, some millennia later... a very special Unicorn came into power.
Majesty.
That was when everything fell apart.
Discord conjured a glass of milk and promptly drank it, leaving, to the bafflement of the ponies paying attention to him, a pina colada floating in sand. “Majesty... was not supposed to exist.” He held up a claw, halting any exclamations. “Let me be clear, I’m not saying she was some kind of abomination or freak of nature. No, I mean she quite literally did not exist in reality… originally.”
“Originally?” Twilight mumbled. She frowned. “Wait… time travel?” she asked.
Discord shook his head. “No. Remember what I said about a threat waiting for stagnation? Well, that threat was the cosmic concept of Order itself.”
Celestia stomped a hoof. “Preposterous!” she exclaimed. “I have fought and battled and warred to create a world of order for my little Ponies, same as my sister. I refuse to think Order is evil.”
“I never said Order is evil, just that it is a threat,” Discord calmly pointed out.
No pony there quite grasped what he said. Discord sighed and looked at Celestia. “If Chaos is the cosmic concept of change of development, Order would be…” he trailed off, waiting for the other hoof to drop.
Twilight gasped. “Stagnation…” she whispered, remembering what Discord said. “Order is perfection. The ultimate culmination. Everything has been done. Everything has been learned. All goals have been met.” Her eyes trailed to Discord’s. “There is nothing left to do.”
Discord shrugged. “Not quite, but close.” He waved a claw and window appeared. Through it the group could see a roiling and furiously waving energy. “The default state of reality, of our reality, is Chaos.”
The Ponies were drawn in, watching the eddies of the energy. They were surprisingly transfixed. It was almost… beautiful.
The window shattered, startling the ponies back to attention. “Chaos is more than change and development though. It’s the source of emotions, of passion, love, pride… everything. From it the force that pushes us on surges.”
Celestia frowned, trying to shake how easily Discord had mesmerized her and her sister. “But Harmony-”
“Is an ideal, not a cosmic concept,” Discord interrupted. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great ideal. Harmony is the balance of two or more opposing forces, working together to create something far greater than the sum of its parts. However, it is not in itself a source of power, only the means by which you access the power I gave you.”
He waited as the ponies worked that thought through their heads. He realized that revealing this upcoming bit was likely a bad idea, but… well, his job was to instigate chaos. It didn’t matter how he did it, only that he did.
And truthfully, he perhaps a small soft spot for Ponies in particular. They were wonderfully chaotic, and yet didn’t fall to the darkness such chaos could generate. He paused at that thought. Well, they didn’t anymore. Early on was another matter, but meh. New races tended to stumble before they flew.
It was, surprisingly, Luna who caught on first. “Wait, are you saying…?” she looked at Discord with wide eyes.
Discord nodded. “That system I designed when trying to help ponies reign in Monsters? That was the prototype of what would eventually become the Elements of Harmony.” He gestured to the Elements… and made them materialize floating around said hand, now lacking the golden adornments they had rested in. “Lovely name by the way. I had pretty much just settled for Artifacts of Unity.” He shrugged at their looks. “We’ve already established I suck at naming things.” He focused after moment.
Laughter glowed. “Positivity in the face of adversity.” It floated away from the circle of Elements. “I created this Element as a representation of Hope, of the dream that a better future is coming. All who are selected by Laughter are in one way or another the healers of the world. They make it their life’s mission to improve the lives of others. Inversely, if the bearer of Laughter were to feel that life was being unfair to them unjustly, they would suffer as their own Hope dwindled.”
Generosity glowed and took the place of Laughter. “Sacrifice in the name of love. An interesting dichotomy, even by my standards. In order to be chosen by Generosity, one must be willing to give of themselves so that others do not have to. They are those who enrich the lives of those around them, easing burdens. The cost, however, is that you cannot give what you do not have. The bearer of Generosity has a tendency to be quite ambitious and driven, at times to the point of pushing even their own wellbeing aside.”
Honesty floated up, glowing. “Purity in the face of temptation. To bear Honesty is to be the arbiter, the Judge. They are the ones who make sure issues between other get resolved as cleanly as possible, and to prevent those around them from losing sight of who they are. Unfortunately, Honesty bearers also suffer at one point or another a crisis of identity, where they realize that, like all mortals, they are not as honest with themselves as they could be.”
Kindness moved up, glowing. “Mercy from the softest heart. Perhaps the most fragile of the bearers, they who wield Kindness are the empaths, the ones who understand on an instinctual level the emotions and the frustrations those around them feel. Able to feel those feelings far too strongly sometimes, they shy away and mostly keep to themselves, but that empathy also instills a sympathy in them, a desire to nurture and care for the downtrodden. They rely on the other bearers to prevent their hearts from being shattered in the course of their work, and in turn the other bearers rely on them to prevent their descent into madness.”
Loyalty moved up now. “Unwavering devotion. A sense of duty, of honor. In many ways similar to Honesty, Loyalty is dependability, confidence, perhaps even arrogance. Gifted with a superior body, Loyalty is the shield that protects the other bearers from the ravages of strained bonds and arguments. It is a small fire that refuses to go out, regardless of how it is doused and smothered. It is also a flame that can be fed, until it has grown to great and powerful for the bearer to handle. Loyalty must somethimes be reminded of the simpler things in life.”
Magic moved forward now. “And finally, the bonds that bind them together. Not friendship. Not exactly, but the respect, the acknowledgement, the act of witnessing the rest, and seeing your equals. Magic is the glue, so to speak, that keeps the bearers together. It is the tether that both emotions and power are transmitted along, strengthening your bonds accordingly. It is also, however, the deadliest weapon I have ever created. In the hooves of one who has lost faith in their bonds, it can be used to sever any bond, physical or conceptual.”
Discord looked at Twilight seriously, making her slightly uncomfortable. “It’s why only an Alicorn, or potential Alicorn, can wield it."
'Yes,' Discord decided while watching Twilight lock up in a lovely "Does Not Compute" expression. 'Chaos is all too easy to cause with words alone.'
“WHAT?!”
Discord breathed in the confusion and inner turmoil that roiled from Twilight. ‘Definitely a potential Alicorn. Only they could give off such lovely chaos.’
He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Hey, it’s not like I’m the one who hid it from you.”
Twilight paused, blinking. Twilight would freely admit she was a smart pony, smarter than average at least, though she didn’t make a habit of boasting about it. She also admitted freely that she had something of a blind spot in regards to books and Princess Celestia.
But even she understood what Discord was trying to say. She slowly, almost hesitatingly, looked at her mentor. “You knew?”
Celestia nodded. “I suspected. I knew that the Element of Magic bonded to ponies that had the potential, but unlike Discord I didn’t know whether or not that was just a coincidence. So I started making plans for if you ever did ascend.” She narrowed her eyes at Discord. “He also failed to mention that just because you have the potential, that doesn’t mean you will ascend. It won’t be forced on you. I know one particular Pegasus that had been in the middle of ascending. She panicked, realized she didn’t want it, and rejected it. She never became an Alicorn. The act of nearly ascending marked her magic somewhat, leading to an interesting ability to bend space, but she was still recognizably a Pegasus, one who died to old age after a happy life.”
Discord kept to himself how the very weft of both Chaos seemed to be tightly wound around Twilight, to the point of turning her into a ball of yarn if it was a physical thing. He severely doubted this mare had any choice whatsoever in whether or not she became an Alicorn.
“All that said, I’ve trailed off from the story pretty far,” Discord said, getting everyone’s attention again. “As I said, Majesty did not originally exist. Her existence came about when my counterpart, the Spirit of Order, created her in response to my success in generating change. The more change I promoted, the more I pushed back Order’s timetable, and that made her furious. So in comes Majesty… also known as Mad Queen Majesty.”
Celestia frowned. “If she was the creation of Order, how did she come to be known as Mad Queen? The history texts are unclear and incomplete regarding her, especially after you had your merry way with them.” She glared at the unrepentant Draconequus.
Discord visibly gave that question consideration before he answered. “Majesty was gifted with a power that, at the time, Order believed would aid her in bringing her plan to fruition. It was the power of Wishes.”
Twilight blinked. “Wishes?” she asked, confused.
Discord nodded. “Or, to be more exact, wish fulfilment. Her every want, desire, and need was met with nary a thought. It actually caused a delicious amount of chaos at first as she was learning how to keep a lid on the power.”
Applejack frowned. “Ah gotta admit, that’s a mighty tempting power. But power like that has to come with a price of some kind.”
Discord pointed at her. “Bingo! The walking stereotype got it.” Discord clapped for a second. “As I said, Majesty had trouble controlling this power at first, and she would end up making things happen around her as she subconsciously wanted it. It was actually causing too much chaos, threatening the fabric of reality itself. I confronted Order and reminded her that while her ultimate plan may have been some kind of enlightenment, said enlightenment won’t happen if her pet accidentally zero-summed reality. That was one of the very few times Order and I agreed on something.”
“Question!”
Discord looked at Pinkie Pie. “Yes?”
“How come we’ve never heard of the Spirit of Order, like we have you?”
Discord smiled at how animatedly Pinkie talked. “That actually ties in to this story, but, the long and short of it is because Order is powerful and stable enough that she rarely needs to manifest in the physical aspect of reality. Unlike Chaos, which is so unstable that it uses me as a sort of focus. If I vanished from reality I’m not entirely sure what would happen to Chaos. It may vanish with me, completely unbalancing reality and making it implode, or it may just make or choose another Spirit to channel itself through.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You say she. Order manifests as a female?” Luna asked curiously.
Discord smirked. “Yep. Not sure why she picked a female, but yeah. She usually pops in as a female, though the species tends to vary. Last I saw her she had manifested as an Abyssinian. That was…” Discord tappen his chin in thought. “I think… yeah, I think that was back when her pet Wendigos first slipped their leash. Shortly before you lot came here to this continent I believe.”
Celestia blinked. “The Wendigos weren’t one of your creations? We had always assumed…”
Discord smirked. “A creature that drains the positivity right out of you, leaving nothing but hatred, depression, and apathy, which then leads easily to mass genocide? Yeah. Definitely one of Order’s pets. Her ultimate goal is the lack of free will. She prefers that comes about through enlightenment, but she’s willing to call a lack of life the same thing.
Celestia shivered. “How can the cosmic concept of Order be that… callous about life?”
Discord frowned at her. “If there’s one thing that will never even remotely be tied to Order, it’s life. Life does what it wants, how it wants, when it wants. And damn any one or thing that tries to say otherwise. Life is the largest obstacle between Order and her goal of a perfect reality.” He paused. “When I say Order, I’m not speaking of justice, or neatness. I’m talking about the absolute. Order taken to its most extreme. A pure. White. Void . Nothingness. Equality through a lack of variables.” He shrugged at their growing looks of unease. “Like I said, Order’s not evil… but then even evil has standards.”
Everyone could only shudder in agreement.
Author's Note
Discord continues his story, but oh no! He keeps getting interrupted.
Discord waved a hand. “Anyways, if I’m done being interrupted…” He paused, waiting to see if he would, in fact, be asked anything else. “Majesty was unknowingly tearing at reality through rapid fire wish fulfillment. When I finally realized this, I confronted Order and we both agreed that something had to be done.” He sighed in aggravation. “Predictably, we failed entirely to agree on what should be done.”
“What were the options on the table?” Celestia asked curiously.
“I wanted to retcon her out of reality. Painless and the best way to also fix the current damage. Order wanted to grant her the knowledge of how to control her power perfectly, stopping the sundering of reality and letting her keep her toy. Unfortunately, as Order’s creation and technically her current manifestation point at the time, I couldn’t actually act against Majesty in any direct manner, meaning Order had to agree to my proposal in order for it to happen.” He ran a paw down his face. “And Order, unable to comprehend the limits and failings of a mortal mind, even one of her own creation, decided to ignore my warnings and dump the knowledge directly in her mind. No filters whatsoever.”
Celestia, Twilight, and Luna cringed in unison. “Ow,” they muttered in sympathy.
Discord nodded. “Yeah. That about sums that up. Info dump worked though. Majesty could control her power perfectly now. Problem was her brain got scrambled by it. Her critical thinking and rational processing was fine. Her moral compass, on the other hand, warped… hard.”
“Giving rise to Mad Queen Majesty,” Celestia concluded. “So… it wasn’t her fault?”
Discord wiggled a hand back and forth. “Kinda? Majesty wasn’t the stablest of Unicorns to begin with. Having your every whim attended to does not make a well adjusted pony. She was fairly flakey, and had absolutely no concept of hard work. That said, she tried using her powers to make life easier for her friends and family. She was, ultimately, a well-intentioned fool that just wanted to help her friends… and when Order hit her with the knowledge on controlling her power, it shifted that around a little. She now saw the world for how dangerous it was, and had come to the conclusion that the only way to keep everyone close to her safe was to lock them up and strip them of their freedoms.”
He shrugged at the shocked looks on everyone’s face. “To be perfectly fair, she was right. The only way to protect anyone absolutely is to remove their freewill and lock them up, preventing them from being hurt by others as well as themselves. But ponies value freedom far too much to take that laying down. She took over the Second Kingdom fairly easily, but discovered the hard way that no amount of wish fulfillment would allow her to perfectly usurp the free will of ponies. It was messy when she tried.” He shivered. “Very messy. I couldn’t step in unfortunately, but ponykind found out, to both their surprise and my own, that the ponies chosen by the Hero system I had created were completely immune to her attempts at controlling them through her power. They eventually put her down, ending her reign.”
Luna frowned after a moment, something occurring to her. She decided to keep it to herself though, unsure how Discord would react if she tried to confront him about it.
“Majesty faded from the minds of ponies as centuries went by, and even recorded history didn’t really have many details of the era of Mad Queen Majesty. I think that may have been Order trying to sweep the dirt under the rug. Time marched on again, and I went back to trying to push ponies into striving for greater things. Eventually though I pushed a little too hard on Chaos… and it backlashed on me.” He grimaced. “Take it from me. Chaos isn’t controlled. The absolute best you can hope for is to guide it. Direct the power towards something vaguely resembling what you want, and hope it doesn’t try to eat your face.”
“What, can’t control your own power?” Rainbow asked with a grin.
Discord smirked and snapped his fingers. Rainbow blinked, before realizing she felt different.
Twilight sighed. “Please change her back Discord. The last thing I want to deal with is her trying to find out if Griffons can perform a Sonic Rainboom.”
Discord had turned her into a Griffon. A griffon with Rainbow Dash’s color scheme. Suffice to say it looked kinda weird.
Discord pointed. “Case in point, I was hoping she would turn into a seapony. I got a griffon instead. The intent was to transform her, and she transformed, just not into what I was hoping for.” He waved a hand, and Rainbow was back to normal. “Undoing Chaos is easy. It’s nothing more than me reabsorbing the power I applied to her. Nature reasserts itself, with a little bit of help from the background magical radiation, and pop. Pegasus Rainbow Dash.”
“Isn’t that… dangerous?” Rarity asked.
Discord nodded. “Yep. But only to your sensibilities. If I leave room for random interpretation, my power will do what I want for the most part, but if I try to force the issue on a detailed level… well… let’s just say there’s a reason I got nailed by the Elements in the first place and didn’t just teleport away from them,” he grumbled. He then shrugged. “Second time was a little bit of the same, but I had managed to keep a bit of my power free. Given enough time I would have gotten out on my own a lot quicker than last time.”
Twilight and Celestia exchanged glances with each other and the still red circle. Peter had been right. Discord could have gotten out on his own.