Through the Maze

by metronome

Rating: teen
Tags: Discord, Alternate Universe, Main 6, Thriller, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fluttershy, Adventure
Length: 9010

A teenaged Fluttershy, sick of being stuck dealing with her baby brother, makes a wish she should not have made. Now, with her brother in the hands of the Chaos King, she must venture through a labyrinthian version of Ponyville to save him.

Fluttershy returns home from school to her parents leaving her little brother, Zephyr Breeze, in her care for the night. Tired of being pushed around after a long day, she quickly grows frustrated and wishes for the Chaos King to take him away.

Which he does.

Now, Fluttershy is given twelve hours to prepare herself to handle the thrills, twists, and terrors found in the Labyrinth of Ponyville, make it through, and rescue Zephyr at the end - or else the Chaos King will have him forever.

This is obviously based on Labyrinth (1986), but I hope it is not too derivative of its source material - I have tried to keep the premise and nothing else. You may see parallels but the goal is to NOT simply rewrite it with ponies!

Note: Virtually no Fluttercord. Fluttershy is a teenager in this story and that's just kinda weird. Sorry.

No promises on an update schedule; I'm a student, so probably not very frequent. But I do have this story mostly planned out so hopefully that helps!

Published 2023-02-14 20:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-07-10 22:55:40 UTC

The Beginning

It was a rainy, unseasonably cold day in Ponyville and it chilled Fluttershy to the bone as she stepped out of the Ponyville Schoolhouse. It was days like this that she almost wished she still attended a school up in Cloudsdale, where the air was surely cold, but where there would be no rain to be found. A cool perk of living in a pegasus city, she supposed. Once she breached the bottom layer of Cloudsdale, she wouldn't have to worry about being wet anymore. But for now...

She shook, a mix of an attempt to knock some water off and a shiver. Normal pegasus ponies were generally less affected by cold weather, wind, and rain than most, having been the weather-makers for most of history; but Fluttershy was not only not a 'normal' pegasus, but rather small and sort of frail, and she was absolutely freezing. She shivered again as a gust of wind threatened to knock her over. Normally, she would have began her ascent to her home immediately after class was out, but she couldn't fly home like this.

She was pondering if she should head back into the school house when she heard hoofsteps begin to get near her. Her ears swiveled slightly in the direction of the noise. She thought she might know who it was, based on the jingle of jewelry.

"Fluttershy, dear," None other than Spoiled Milk's nasally tone came like nails on a chalkboard. "You must be freezing. If only your family would give you a coat." The implication was, of course, that they could not afford to. This was simply untrue - but Fluttershy had learned long ago that Spoiled Milk did not care about any attempt to defend herself.

Spoiled Milk was, well, spoiled. Her family was wealthy and yet not all that important, but they thought they were, and the attitude carried through to their youngest daughter, who thought herself the most important of all. Spoiled Milk was not yet mature enough to understand how to be gracefully mean, so her tactics were more like any other schoolyard bully than she likely wanted. However, Spoiled Milk took herself very seriously, so Fluttershy would never tell her this.

She walked around to the front of Fluttershy so she could see her. She was a year older than Fluttershy and not only was she a good deal bulkier (most ponies were), but she had on a thick fur coat with a hood to protect her from the rain. She almost looked warm. Her ears poked out of the top and were the only thing that gave away that she might just be a little cold - they twitched as drops of water landed on them.

Spoiled Milk's breath fogged as she spoke, "You look like a shivering wet dog. No, no - dogs normally get brought inside when it's ugly out. You are more like a wild animal, I suppose. It's pitiful." Her already-upturned nose turned even further up as she looked down at Fluttershy. "A possum or some such."

"I like p-possums," Tumbled out of Fluttershy's mouth before she could think about it. The stuttering was not due to nerves so much as the chattering of her teeth - but her nerves ran amok, now, knowing how much Spoiled Milk hated 'backtalk'.

"Of course you do." She squinted and inched herself closer to Fluttershy. Though quite average for her year, her stature nearly dwarfed Fluttershy - at least, that's what it felt like as Fluttershy shrunk in on herself, hoping to avoid much more of this encounter.

"P-please just let me go home. I-it's so cold out-"

"Oh, like you could even fly all the way there in this weather." Spoiled Milk scoffed and a small smile spread across her snout. "Hey. Awful odd it's below freezing in early fall, isn't it? Almost like something strange is at play." She stepped even closer. "You remember what we read in our history class today? About the Chaos King? Discord?" She smiled. "He preyed on weak ponies, Miss Patch said. Mentally weak. Like you."

An irrational chill ran down Fluttershy's spine that she couldn't attribute to the rain.

"He might've disappeared, but I'd watch out if I were you. You'd be perfect for his army of freaks." She had been slowly leaning down towards Fluttershy, more and more - but she finally straightened up and took a step back. "Now, good luck getting back home, dear." Without another word, she turned away and trotted off.

Fluttershy did not care where Spoiled Milk was headed. Her hooves and muzzle were going numb and she was shivering more intensely than ever and she could not get Discord's name out of her mind - she shook her head, cleared her thoughts, and began a gallop towards the nearest non-school building.

She stumbled into Sugarcube Corner only a couple minutes later. It was blissfully warm - not only because it had heating, but if she crept closer to the table right by the kitchen entrance, it was even warmer from the ever-active ovens radiating heat... she sighed and stretched her wings and hooves, sore from the sudden temperature change. It was then that she realized how soaked she was - she had tracked water all the way in. She frowned and began to worry. Would the owners get mad? Should she offer to clean it? But warming up felt too nice for her to spiral too deep into her thoughts. She sat at a table for a moment, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling and the sugary smells.

In all honesty, she thought, Spoiled Milk had been almost nice to her today. Normally she would get at least a little physical - a shove here, an extended hoof to trip somepony there, the works - but maybe she had gotten her fill earlier today; Fluttershy had narrowly avoided somepony else actually hurting her by flying up into the air, but only after already receiving a box to the right ear. It was still tender, but she doubted it would bruise. (She had then been punished for flying indoors. Today had not been nice. Fluttershy, it seemed, was an easy target for her schoolmates - just like she had been before dropping out of Cloudsdale Flight School.)

She heard more hoofsteps approach her and involuntarily tensed. Please be somepony nice this time. Please be somepony nice.

"Good afternoon, young lady!"

Fluttershy took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Um, hello." The stutter was gone, for now. The mare in front of her appeared to be several years older than her, and - based on her apron - a worker at the bakery. She also looked very kind, but... concerned? Oh dear. "Oh no! I'm sorry I dragged water in! It was so cold outside and I live in Cloudsdale a-and I couldn't have made it home in this weather, so I had to come in somewhere but I didn't notice the water at all and I..." She trailed off, having to hold back tears that threatened to surface. She was so quick to work herself up, especially after days like today.

The mare - Chiffon Swirl, according to her nametag - waved a hoof at her. "Not a problem, dearie! It's dreadful outside and what better place to warm up than our bakery? Mighty odd how cold it is, isn't it?" She put a hoof to her chin as she glanced out of the front windows. "I'd offer you a coat if I had one that I thought would fit, but I was gonna ask if you wanted an umbrella, at least!" Her smile was warm as she turned back to face Fluttershy and she smelled like the cake batter and frosting that stained her apron.

"...oh." Being treated with actual kindness somehow managed to make Fluttershy retreat in on herself. This was scarier than someone being blatantly mean. "I don't want to be a bother..."

"Nonsense. Here, I'll grab ya one. We've got so many extras." The mare trotted off briefly, and after a minute returned with not just a blue umbrella, but a steaming drink. "I grabbed some hot cocoa for you, too. You look like you need it!"

Fluttershy smiled meekly and grabbed the umbrella. "I didn't bring any bits with me, ma'am," she mumbled. "So I'll have to say no to the cocoa. But thank you."

Chiffon Swirl chuckled and set it down anyways. "I wasn't asking you to pay. Be careful, it's hot!" And with a wink, she trotted back over to the kitchen. She paused before walking through and called over her shoulder, "And hey, if any of your classmates would be interested in baking and confectionary, let them now about Sugarcube Corner! We're looking for a sort of apprentice. Thank you!" She finally stepped into the kitchen, doors swinging shut behind her.

Fluttershy smiled, deciding this would be a nice place to hang around for a while until the rain cleared. Maybe today could be considered a good day after all.

No, today was not a good day.

"I understand that the weather was bad, but you should have just taken a coat this morning instead of making us worry you got hit by lightning or something." Her mother spoke as if she truly had been deeply worried that her only daughter had been electrified to a crisp - fretting rather than fussing.

Her father nodded. "Or blown right out of the sky by the wind! You could have asked another pegasus to fly with you, or stop by and let us know you'd be late."

Oh, like it was reasonable to ask any other pony to go all the way to her house because she was too weak of a flier to make it on her own. She ignored the inanity of her father's suggestion and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't think about it."

"Well, try to think about it next time." Her mother replied, putting on her coat - wait, putting on her coat?

"Are you guys going out?" Fluttershy tentatively asked.

"Flutterbunches, we told you this morning we were! Your dad's got an office party tonight that he can't just skip."

"We wouldn't go, but the boss says it's 'informally mandatory'... ahh, what does that even mean?" Her dad said, shaking his head.

Fluttershy didn't even want to ask the next question. There was bumping and thudding and the sound of some miscellaneous item falling in the next room over as if the universe wanted to make fun of her fate. "And Zephyr...?"

"You'll be watching him, of course."

"Mom!"

"Now, now," Her mom said, "It's just one night! I'm sure Zephyr will love spending some time with his big sis!"

"But today's been so stressful! Please, I really just wanted to come home and go to my room and try to relax and not have to worry over anything else..." She acknowledged she may have been acting a little bratty - but she couldn't help it. They could have absolutely afforded a babysitter. She didn't understand why it was left up to her.

"You won't have to worry about him too much. His bedtime is in just a few hours, anyways. And I already made a dinner for you to heat up." Her mom smiled - like this was a wonderful compromise and she simply couldn't understand how it wasn't beneficial for everypony involved.

Fluttershy sighed - no, huffed. And nodded. "Fine." No point in arguing.

Her dad kissed her forehead and said, "Thank you. We'll be back before too late, but don't worry about staying up for us." After taking a moment to pull on his own coat, her parents were off, shutting the door behind them and leaving behind a quiet house.

Except for Zephyr Breeze making a ruckus.

Fluttershy took deep breaths. In... out. In....... ouuuuut. It was okay. She should go ahead and check in on Zephyr... and get him started on something other than causing chaos.

Truthfully, she did not hate watching Zephyr every now and then, but she did not like having it sprung on her, and especially did not like having to be a babysitter after such a long, stressful day. Her nerves were already frayed and having to watch Cloudsdale's most indecisive and impulsive foal for several hours was not going to help. He was six now, and calling him a hoof-full would be an understatement, but maybe he would play nice tonight. (He didn't tend to with Fluttershy, in particular - but she could hope.)

She gently knocked as she pushed her way into his room, and he looked at her as best he could with the upper half of his body buried in the toybox. "Busy," Was all he said, and continued to rummage around.

"That's fine," She replied, glad he was... occupied. "Well... when you're not busy, come and find me, okay? I'll make dinner and we'll play a game... we'll have a nice night!" She smiled at him as he looked back over his shoulder at her.

Zephyr shrugged.

'How encouraging.' Fluttershy sighed and walked away. At least he wasn't currently making a mess.

Thirty minutes later, Zephyr still hadn't approached her, so she started making dinner anyways to avoid a fussy, hungry foal that didn't want to wait to eat. She had started to really relax. He had been quiet, not making much noise at all yet. She knew that would certainly change, but she also knew to enjoy it while it lasted. Her parents would have been constantly bothering him, checking in and suggesting new activities, but she had seen how annoyed that could make him sometimes, so she knew it would be nicer for both of them if she just let him be.

She hummed to herself while shoving some veggies into the oven to warm. It was a Friday night and as such, there was no homework to worry about. Thinking to herself as she set a timer, she decided that aside from the obvious mishaps, it really had been an alright day. But it was still rainy and cold, and as she stepped away from the oven, she felt another chill.

She walked to one of the windows in their living room and frowned as she looked out. It was dreary and damp, even up in Cloudsdale; it was ugly enough that she didn't see a single other pegasus out. It was a wonder her parents had ventured out. And just a couple days ago, it had been uncomfortably hot... matter of fact, the weather in general had been weird lately. Pegasi (even Fluttershy) knew the difference between strange weather and weather that was just slightly out of the ordinary, and this weather was strange.

She thought back to Spoiled Milk's words earlier. Maybe something weird really was going on.

The timer went off before she could spiral down that train of thought, and she hurried back over to the oven. The veggies were the last thing to warm, so dinner was now ready. Pulling them out with a mitt, she set the dish on the table and made Zephyr a plate. Lots of hay-fries, lots of the cooked veggies, and very little fruit salad. She knew just what he liked - better than her own parents, she sometimes thought.

His plate held aloft in a wing, she happily made her way to his room, spirits lifting at the ease of the night so far. Upon reaching the door to his room, she paused and set the plate down very carefully lest she drop it along with her jaw in shock.

Zephyr had lined up his tallest toys - stacks of them, in some cases - right in front of his door, forming a barricade of sorts, and on the wall directly across from it, he was currently at work absolutely coating it in different colors of crayon, marker, and pen.

"Zephyr!" She called, and he turned to look at her, smiling as if proud of his handiwork.

"I'm gonna be an artist!" He said.

She shut her mouth and shook her head before marching over to him. Or rather... attempting to.

The toys in front of the door were not merely stacked. No, they were glued together-- if she was correct, super-glued. She pushed at them but was too scared to push too much and risk damaging the flooring as it peeled up or - Celestia forbid - damaging the toys even more.

"Zephyr, stop that right now!" She stood outside of the door and glared at him, or tried to. Sometimes, she could manipulate her look in a way that really made him listen - he called it "The Stare". But Fluttershy had not yet mastered it and as such he was unaffected by this one.

He laughed and said, "Not done!" before turning back to the wall in front of him, now attacking it with a red crayon.

The barricade was tall, yes, likely too close to the top of the doorframe for an adult to fly over and slip through - but Fluttershy was nowhere near the size of an adult yet, so she huffed and slowly, steadily flew over the barricade, an alphabet block grazing her stomach. She landed in front of it, firmly planting her hooves - and all of the indignation promptly left her as she realized her situation.

Part of his floor and one of his walls was beyond saving, most likely. She'd have to tell her parents they needed new paint and she didn't even know where one would begin to fix the floor. Materials for a cloud home were always a bit more expensive than their ground-bound counterparts. And, worst of all, they'd probably blame her for it - and why wouldn't they? She should have been checking in. She should have been suspicious of how quiet he had been. She should have..

She fell to her haunches, silent. Her lip quivered as she examined the destruction Zephyr had only just stopped unleashing onto the wall. He had turned to look at her, now, stopping his ceaseless assault on the once sky-blue wall. She couldn't tell if he looked proud or nervous or surprised or what. Her face scrunched up as tears really threatened to spill out.

"Shy?" He said, in disbelief he had not yet been scolded.

Fluttershy just shook her head and turned away from him. She had gotten so close to crying several times that day already but this was the final strike. She exhaled as tears began to cascade down her cheeks - but instead of sobs that might have usually accompanied it, she let out a short growl. She wasn't sure what or who she was mad at-- the classmate who had tried to hurt her? Spoiled Milk? The weather? Zephyr? Herself?-- but she was certainly at least a little mad.

"Zephyr," She began once she had just barely composed herself enough to speak, "This was a very poor idea and I can't believe you did it the one night I had to babysit you! Which I didn't even want to do! I leave you alone to do as you please instead of helicoptering over you like mom and dad, and this is how you repay me???" If her voice was high before, this was almost outright shrill. She gestured frantically with one hoof, occasionally wiping a tear away.

"Uh..." Zephyr didn't seem to know how to respond. "I just wanted to..."

Fluttershy stamped her hoof on the ground. "It doesn't matter what your goal was! How could doing this be anything other than destructive and obnoxious?!" She was close to running out of steam, but her mind flicked back to one of her earlier conversations that day. "I hope what Spoiled Milk said to me earlier was true - that the Chaos King takes ponies for his army. And I hope he takes you first. That way I wouldn't be stuck dealing with the fallout of some stupid scheme like this ever again!" She turned without looking to see his reaction and leapt back over the toys still blocking the door. She hurried to her own room and shut the door behind her, breaking down in more tears once she sat on her bed.

She was still upset. She still thought it had been a bad day. She was still annoyed, frustrated, and a little hurt. But most of these feelings were now aimed at herself. As she thought about it more and more, she knew she had been too harsh.

She had never once spoken to Zephyr like that before and she didn't know why she had done it then. She felt awful. A queasiness settled in her stomach as she realized Zephyr hadn't even approached her to say sorry yet. He always tried to apologize after he got in trouble-- more to appease the one who was upset with him than out of any real guilt, but still. 'Oh, he must feel so terrible...'

Slowly, her sniffles slowed and she rose again. She had to be the one to apologize to him. Yes, what he did had been wrong, and, indeed, obnoxious, but she had no reason to yell at him and, worst of all, tell him she wished he wasn't around anymore. She cringed thinking about her earlier words. She'd have to make it up to him another day.

She steeled herself and finally hopped off her bed, heading out into the hallway their rooms connected to. Her ears perked up as she walked, noticing a distinct lack of noise.

His door was shut once she got to it - he would have had to do some weird maneuvering to close the door with his toys stacked in the doorway, but it wasn't impossible, she supposed. He was surprisingly nimble when he wanted to be. Still, something felt weird.

No noise was coming from his room. None at all. She couldn't hear hoofsteps, or the sound of toys moving around, or even any rustling of covers - pure silence. She gulped. 'He... feels terrible, I'm sure... he must have laid down or something?'

Finally, she pulled open his door. For the second time that hour, her jaw dropped.

No toys stood stacked in front of the doorway, or scattered anywhere else in the room, for that matter. She looked down at the floor and scuffed her hooves against it. No trace of glue remained. His toybox sat, closed, opposite her. Against the very same wall he had drawn on earlier, but...

Her brows furrowed. She stepped in, tentatively, eyes fixed on the wall ahead.

The wall was absolutely spotless.

Not a single trace of any pigment but sky-blue remained on its surface.

'Did Zephyr somehow...? Wait.'

Her eyes widened as she glanced around the room frantically.

'Where is Zephyr?!'

"Zephyr?" She called, approaching his closet. She opened the door. He was not in there - and nor were any of his toys that usually resided inside. Strange.

She approached his bed and peered under it, finding nothing, then moved to look under the covers but stopped. He was not under the covers. His bed was perfectly made.

"Zephyr, this is not funny!"

Her heart was thudding in her chest. Where had he gone? Had he managed to pull of some elaborate clean-up-then-run-away plan in the twenty minutes she left him? Where could he have gone, if he did? They had no close-by neighbors and, really, no place else to go that you didn't have to fly to get to, and Zephyr was simple unable to fly for more than a couple seconds at a time at this age. So was he somewhere in the house? No, he would have heard her call for him.

She had to try again. She took a deep breath. "Zephyr! Please, come out! I'm sorry for what I said!"

"Come again?" Spoke a voice from behind her that was definitely not Zephyr, or either of her parents, or anypony she knew at all.

She swore her blood ran cold. Her heart felt like it dropped to her hooves with such velocity it went straight through the floor. She spun around, already backing away from the strange pony in her house-- only to find it was not a pony at all. It was much worse.

In front of her stood a creature with... a long body, a horse's head, an antler, a horn, a hoof - too many mismatched parts to name. Something inside of her knew exactly what he was. She suppressed that part of her and, instead of speaking, let out a very eloquent 'eek'. The creature grinned revealing very sharp teeth indeed.

"Oh, dear. Cat got your tongue? Actually - can you own cats up here? What if they fell off? I know you ponies say cats always land on their paws, but from over a thousand hooves up?" He put a... talon to his chin and looked downward-- into a brand new hole the size of a pony that led straight down, giving whoever stood above it a view straight to the ground. "Hmm. Doubtful." With a snap, the hole sewed itself shut.

Fluttershy had no idea what she was witnessing. She still did not speak. The gears in her mind were working as hard as they could to provide answers to a question she did not have.

"Are you just going to stand there? I know you're shy or what-have-you, but this will all be rather boring if you don't speak to me. Hello? Earth to little yellow pegasus pony? Oh, where are my manners." He pulled a hat from behind his back and placed it on his head, only to kneel in front of Fluttershy and immediately remove it. "My name, dearest Fluttershy, is Discord. I am the Chaos King, and I have taken your generous offer of a foal for my army."

Finally, her mind permitted her to speak. "What?!"

He stood, the hat vanishing. "What? Relax, it's not really an army. I don't need goons to fight for me. You needn't fear the little one rushing into battle - he will live in my castle as, well... not a son, but a son-minion of sorts. He seems to quite like chaos already!"

He was not threatening her. He was not threatening her. If he wanted her dead, she would probably be dead already. She repeated this a few times in her mind to will herself the courage to speak to him normally and, after a few seconds, it seemed to work. Some. "I was not-- I didn't think... well, I was just saying! I didn't really want-"

"Hm? You didn't really want me to take him? Well, I'm afraid I can't let you go back on your word. You ponies like your harmony - and honesty is a part of harmony, no?" He smiled at her. "So by refusing to give your brother back because you didn't mean it, I'm protecting the harmony of Equestria! Sheesh, the things I do for you ponies."

She was getting a little frustrated, now, which seemed to help with her nerves. "I want him back!"

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear! See, I'm also going to do you the favor of removing most of the consequences you would ordinarily suffer. Look over here." Discord pointed out of Zephyr's door, and Fluttershy realized he was pointing to a photo hung on the hallway wall- no, not just pointing to it, summoning it, she realized as it came floating towards his paw. He held the photo up for Fluttershy to examine.

Once, the photo had been of the her, Zephyr, and her parents at Rainbow Falls, the prismatic water reflecting from behind them. Her parents had looked tired, certainly, but happy.

Now, the photo was missing a piece. Zephyr. Her and her parents stood in the photo. She stood nestled under one of her dad's wings, and her parents looked much less tired than before. Her own smile was wider, too.

"I daresay it's an improvement, myself. And, Zephyr himself has received a memory treatment already!" With a light toss, the photo went flying back to its original position on the wall.

"I... I..." Her heart had begun to beat faster in her chest, scraping against her ribcage as she fought to form the right words. "But I want him back! Please! Even if it wouldn't matter to anypony else, I need him back!"

"Are you sure? I could always fix your memories, too." He crept closer and Fluttershy felt an overwhelming force, almost like someone was peering into her own head. "It would be so easy. You could forget alllllll about little... oh, Zephyr, was it? Or was it Zigzag? Zebra? You wouldn't know. I could do it at any moment." Discord grinned.

She decided she'd had enough and, backing away, let out her loudest yell yet. "No!"

Discord's smile grew. The feeling in Fluttershy's head vanished. All at once, everything was so, so quiet. "So be it. You want him back so bad?"

Fluttershy nodded, swallowing. She had to do this. She had to get her brother back. No matter how surreal this situation was - she couldn't focus on that.

"Well, I believe I shall make you work for it, then. I went through all this trouble, and now I'm going to have to undo all of it; shouldn't I have some fun, too?" His serpentine body slid up and into the air, slithering towards her like a living lasso. She stood very still. "I'm going to set up a trial for you, Fluttershy. A maze, of sorts. So listen to me carefully.

"When you wake up, you will have twelve hours, or else you will never have him back. I hope to see you again. Or maybe not. Good luck, Fluttershy."

"Wait! When I wake up? What do you-"

Discord snapped, and Fluttershy dropped like a marionette with its strings cut. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell in time with her breaths. She looked impossibly serene.

Discord smiled at her sleeping form, rubbed his hands together, and left her.

Author's Note

as stated before, no guarantee updates will be frequent, but we'll see!

let me know if you spot any typos! :twilightsmile:

A New Ponyville

When Fluttershy began to wake, she was very comfortable.

She snuggled deeper into the soft substance she was laying on, shutting her eyes as tight as she could to keep the daylight out. She would get up soon, but... not yet...

Her head swiftly cleared and she remembered her task with a jolt - a jolt that sent her tumbling right off the cloud she had been sleeping on.

"AAAAHH-" Her scream came to an abrupt end as she hit the ground only a few feet below. She let out a grunt as she made contact with the dirt. She looked behind her and up to the cloud, and frowned, rubbing the shoulder that had hit the ground first with her hoof. It must have been placed there by Discord; no cloud would ordinarily lie that low.

Discord.

She slowly got to her hooves, his past words echoing through her head. Twelve hours. Twelve hours, or she would never see Zephyr again. Ponyville stretched out ahead of her. She was just outside of town at the eastern end, near the library. Where was the maze she was supposed to go through?

Before she could explore, she heard a noise from behind her that sounded like... galloping? She frowned and turned. Discord approached, clanging four halves of coconuts together to make the noise.

"Ahh, did I fool you? Quite similar to the sound of a horse at full gallop, no?" He paused, as if expecting Fluttershy to reply.

She remained silent.

He rolled his eyes and swallowed each coconut-half whole. "Tough crowd, huh. Well," Discord gestured vaguely at Ponyville. "This weather is much nicer, isn't it? I believe you may find this experience almost pleasant, if you keep an open mind."

"...where's the maze?" She asked, the layout of Ponyville looking exactly as it had earlier. Was it some trick? Was she about to be teleported to somewhere new and unfamiliar and- oh, what if it was the Everfree Forest?

"Oh! I'm glad you asked. I wanted you to be awake for the grandiose reveal. Now, I want you to understand that I have planned this quite extensively, even though it may look like it all comes together quite fast!" Discord pulled out a scroll and began reading aloud. "Discord's Ultimate Mega Maze Version one-point-oh: Ponyville Edition. New features: an entire maze made of Ponyville, including a full reconfiguration of previously existing content, blah, blah... known bugs, five other ponies who just seemed to be summoned out of nowhere." He rolled the scroll back up, frowning. "Hmm. I'll have to see if I can patch that before version two. But enough of me rambling! Feast your eyes, my little pony."

Discord hummed to himself as he began gesturing at seemingly random. Fluttershy watched as nothing appeared to change - and then her jaw dropped as the action started.

The buildings of Ponyville were moving of their own accord. No, of Discord's accord. In the distance, she saw Sugarcube Corner float into the air and move several dozen - or perhaps hundred - hooves away from its rightful position, and lower itself back down. Other houses merely dragged along the ground. After a minute, she couldn't make out much, due to a line of houses in front of her blocking her vision of the rest of the town.

"Sorry that you can't witness all of it. It's for secrecy's sake."

Discord continued to warp the layout of Ponyville until he was apparently satisfied - but as he turned to Fluttershy again, he frowned. "Oh! Dearie me, how could I forget the library?" Discord snapped his fingers and the library popped out of existence. "Don't worry, it's in there somewhere."

Ahead of Fluttershy, a single gap remained in a line of miscellaneous shops and houses. This seemed to be the entrance. She stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed at what used to be Ponyville. "But- but the ponies?"

"Oh, someplace else." He waved a paw. "For the most part, at least. Now!" He clapped and turned his gaze to Fluttershy. His voice dropped, gaze narrowing as he continued, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take some anti-cheating measures."

She stepped away, despite knowing there was nothing she could realistically do to defend herself. Discord knew exactly how scared she was, and he was enjoying every minute of it; she could see it in his eyes. With a small gesture from Discord, she found herself unable to move as he slithered closer. He reached out. He took one of her wings in each hand.

He began to tug.

She screamed before it even began to hurt. There was pressure, and more pressure - and then, a pop sounded. It felt similar to when she had lost her baby teeth: the slightest fading ache and a sense of emptiness, but located on either of her sides.

Where her wings should have been.

She had stopped screaming at some point, but she feared she may start again. She craned her neck behind her, breathing heavy - and saw nothing. Her sides were bare, as if she had never had anything there to begin with. Her muscles tried to work her nonexistent wings, but she found she couldn't even figure out what muscles those would have been. Her back moved uselessly. The only wings she saw were those of the butterflies that made up her cutie mark.

"Wha- what did you do?!" She turned to him, and her mouth fell open. He held one yellow wing in each hand. They flopped about as if trying to escape.

"No flying up and peeking for you. Don't worry, you'll get them back. Probably." He grinned and tossed them up into the air, where they reunited with each other then flapped and flew in the direction of the maze.

She stared in shock as they disappeared beyond the walls of one of the front houses. Tears were welling up in her eyes. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it felt humiliating. Like a piece of her was missing. Somewhere in her head, she tried to rationalize it, to soothe her nerves. She didn't use them much, anyway; imagine if it had been Rainbow Dash instead losing her wings, for example! Dash would have a reason to be so upset. Her own wings weren't much more than accessories; flying to school and back had been the absolute most flying she'd done in years. But...

Discord was still looking at her. His expression had changed. He did not seem delighted in the least, anymore. He seemed outright uncomfortable. "Oh, please. There's no need to cry... like I said, you can get them back." He backed away from her, squirming just a bit. He cleared his throat and went on, "Anyways! Yes. I have something else for you."

The tears had stopped flowing, now, but her eyes were still damp. She reached a hoof up to brush the wetness away, and with her vision no longer blurred as it had been, she saw that Discord was offering her an item: a single scroll. It was currently unfurled, and not very long at all. Fluttershy did not understand the symbols written on it.

"Curious, hm? This is a scroll that contains instructions for performing a spell that will teleport you to my... domain. It is, effectively, a shortcut. Find a willing unicorn, skip the maze and come straight to me! And no funny business - I'm not pulling a 'but technically I said you have to complete the maze yadda yadda'. You can go through the maze and reach its end, or you can get a unicorn to teleport you to me."

"Teleportation.... um," Fluttershy began, mind racing to what little had been taught about unicorn magic in her years of schooling, "Isn't that.. a pretty high-level spell?"

"Normally, yes. Astute observation, Fluttershy! But, you see, this is not a typical teleportation spell. It is more of a signaling spell whose alert only I can detect. I will be the one actually summoning you. The spell is not difficult, but it is very precise. You would need a unicorn with knowledge of how to read spells to perform it." He rolled up the scroll and tied it with a red ribbon, and again offered it to her. "Oh! And, complimentary storage." With his other hand, he held out a plain pair of saddlebags.

She scuffed her hoof against the ground. There weren't many unicorns in Ponyville, and it wasn't as if spell-reading was taught in any school nearby. The chances of her escaping that way seemed slim.

She placed the saddlebags on her back and carefully placed the scroll inside.

'Slim, but not zero.'

He grinned at her, fang almost glimmering in the harsh sunlight, and said, "Bye now, Fluttershy. I'll be seeing you." He clapped, once, and vanished.

And for a minute, Fluttershy did not move.

The row of houses stood a couple hundred hooves ahead of her. She needed to start. But for now, she focused on her breathing.

'In... out.... iiiiiin...........out....'

She had been having a conversation with Discord. The Chaos King. He had spoken to her and she had spoken to him. He was real. He had stood in front of her and done his chaos magic and taunted her and took her wings-

Her breathing quickened and she tried to stop her train of thought. Panicking would do her no good. She had to be strong, for Zephyr. 'Right. For Zephyr.'

So, she slowly began putting one hoof ahead of another and made her way toward the entrance.

"Pardon my absence. I had certain matters to attend to - you understand, yes? Anyways. An artist, eh?"

A small teal foal sat in front of Discord at a table he had made for him covered in various art supplies and oddities. He was staring up at Discord with huge eyes. Unlike the gaze of most ponies Discord encountered, there was no fear there. Only... curiosity.

"...yeah. With crayons and stuff."

It was the most he had gotten out of the foal so far. The memory treatment may have worked a little too well. He seemed to remember his name, and his personality and interests still seemed to be the same, but the total lack of memory of any parents or actual childhood had him disoriented and more than a little hesitant to talk.

"I think you'll find being creative can involve more than just crayons and stuff." Discord grinned at Zephyr, and Zephyr smiled back. That had seemed to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

"Yes! I believe one day you will be perhaps one of the best artists Equestria has ever seen." 'That is, if you consider chaos art. Which I do.'

Oh, this was actually sort of exciting! He'd been debating on taking on an apprentice of sorts for decades before his return, and now was his chance. But he had to do it right, to not scare the apprentice away, and introduce the chaos slowly. Sure, he could hypnotize anypony with a snap, but where was the fun in that? "I'm quite the artiste myself. I can give you lessons and we can make art together, and maybe we can even bring in more ponies to help us! Why, we could make Equestria into a far more beautiful land than it currently is! Even Princess Celestia will be wanting to see what we create! And she might even be jealous." Discord winked at Zephyr.

"I can't wait!" Zephyr's smile grew, and he picked a crayon up off of the table he was sat at.

Discord chuckled, taking a moment to summon a window next to him which displayed an image of Fluttershy and what she was currently up to. She had reached the entrance of the maze and was looking around at the paths that lay ahead of her. Discord had a good feeling about this little project of his; she already looked positively hopeless. "Nor can I, Zephyr. Nor can I."

This was hopeless.

Three paths stretched out before Fluttershy: one to either side, and one ahead of her. She knew mazes were supposedly all solvable if you just followed the rightmost wall, but she also knew Discord probably specifically made the maze to disobey most laws of reality, being the Chaos King and all. The maze probably had no discernable pattern to it. It was probably completely and utterly random. So she picked a random direction, forward, and moved on, deciding her best bet was just to cover as much ground as possible.

Ponyville was not a large town, not in the slightest. Surely, this maze could not be that big. Logically. 'Logic... Forget about logic. There is no logic. You were just talking to an old mythical inequine being who isn't even supposed to be able to exist anymore. Logic stopped being worth paying attention to long ago.' Fluttershy sighed as she upped her gait to a trot. Cover ground. Keep her eyes and ears alert to her every surrounding. A shadow passed, and something butter-yellow disappeared over the top of a building. She shivered and continued her trot before realizing this path led to a dead end, not far in front of her.

She blinked. Why would she choose a path that was so obviously a dead end? It would have been easy to see from the entrance. She could have sworn it was... something else, before. More open. More something. But it was clearly a dead end now, blocked by a building with a sign that read Ponyville Day Spa in front of it.

She paused for only a moment before approaching the building and trying to open the door. No luck. It was locked. She certainly wasn't going to resort to breaking in, either, when she didn't even have a real reason to get inside anyway. She frowned and turned around, only to find herself looking at a wall. There was no forward path like the place she had come from; only paths that led to either side.

She whimpered. It seemed this maze was not going to be kind to her in the slightest. What else should she have expected? Like she had told herself earlier, she couldn't waste time thinking about what made sense and what didn't. She just had to keep going.

She inhaled, exhaled, then turned right and began a brisk trot. The houses to either side of her were facing away from her, with no doors in sight and only the occasional window. Well, that just meant less doors she would have to agonize about trying to open or not - not that she thought any would be unlocked.

She came to a crossroads, of sorts, where the path branched out to either side but also allowed her to continue forward. If she had her bearings correct, turning right would take her deeper into the maze, so she quickly turned to the right and continued forward.

She continued making random turns, for a while, but it seemed like she was getting nowhere. All around her, houses faced away, as if she was walking through the same area over and over and over. Matter of fact...

She scuffed her hoof in the dirt in a shape that looked roughly like a butterfly. She then continued on her way; a few minutes passed and she kept an eye on the dirt, looking for the mark she had made. After several minutes, she had not come back up on it. She breathed a sigh of relief. Good. So she was covering new ground.

She heard what sounded like wingbeats above her, and she found herself glancing up again.

A cyan-and-rainbow shape passed over her, flying much higher than the object from earlier. She gasped. Her heartbeat quickened. It was her.

"Rainbow Dash!!!" She called, as loud as her voice would allow - that was probably the loudest she'd yelled in years. "Rainbow!"

Rainbow Dash did not stop. She did not even look down at Fluttershy. It was as if she did not hear her whatsoever. But Fluttershy would not be so easily deterred. She took chase in the direction Rainbow was flying, making rapid turns, hooves kicking up dirt as she galloped.

"Rainbow! It's me! Fluttershy!" But her calls seemed useless. Rainbow was much faster than her and either did not hear her or did not care. Fluttershy's pace slowed and her breathing deepened; was Rainbow okay? Was she under some spell? Why didn't she even look at Fluttershy?

With her eyes trained on her disappearing friend in the distance, she didn't even notice she had come to a proper clearing - or that there was another pony sat there, deep in concentration, radiating a magenta glow. So of course, Fluttershy walked right into them.

"Ah!" Fluttershy yelped and landed flat on her stomach. Instinctively, she had went to use her wings to balance herself, and had failed to account for the fact that she was unable to do so anymore.

The pony she had ran into groaned. "Ugh... my horn..."

Fluttershy opened her eyes to examine the pony. She saw a filly, maybe a couple of years younger than her, with a lavender coat and a violet mane and... and...

She gasped. "You're a unicorn!" Fluttershy stood at once. "Oh my goodness!"

The filly also stood from where she had been seated and furrowed her brows at Fluttershy. "Uh, for now, yeah? And you're an earth pony. I don't see how this is relevant to my efforts. Goodbye." And she turned away.

Fluttershy's face heated up at the reminder of her wingless state and the blunt remark. She'd been so thrilled about finding a unicorn that she had failed to realize that not only was this a unicorn, but a unicorn stranger. And that they were roughly the same age. Which meant she had to speak to a peer. It took all that she had in her not to turn around and leave, like the filly seemed to want her to do. She thought about what she had to do. She thought about what little progress she'd made in the maze so far. She thought about Zephyr.

She took a deep breath and stood a little taller. "I'm Fluttershy. And I'm trying to find Discord so he'll give me my little brother back."

The filly nodded. "Twilight Sparkle. Current student at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. Current protégé of Princess Celestia. Future Princess of Equestria. I'm very busy. Goodbye."

Fluttershy's jaw dropped a bit. Twilight had immediately turned away from her and went to sifting through an assortment of scrolls that sat in front of her. Her horn lit as she levitated one to her face, closely examined it, and tossed it behind her back, then repeated the process with another scroll. Her face was scrunched up in concentration.

Oh how she hated to interrupt her again... but the filly was looking at scrolls. Which meant she could probably read them. This might be her only chance to bypass the maze. So Fluttershy cleared her throat again. "Um, I'm so sorry to bother you - really, I am. But... well, you're looking through scrolls, right? So you know how to read them?"

Twilight snorted. "Do I know how to read scrolls? Was Starswirl bearded?"

"....yes?"

"Yes! Yes, I can read scrolls, and I'm very busy looking for a very important scroll. I need wings."

This made Fluttershy tilt her head. "Wings? What for?"

Twilight sighed and finally looked over at Fluttershy as if she was the stupidest pony she'd spoken with all day. "Look. Did you hear me? I'm the protégé of Princess Celestia." She over-enunciated 'protégé'. Fluttershy did not correct her. "So I need to be able to do high level magic. That's obvious. But that weird snake dragon cat guy-"

"Discord? The Chaos King?"

"...oh, that is him, isn't it?" She seemed wholly unperturbed. "Well, whoever it is, he made me realize something. You know who wields the most magic of all? Alicorns. So if I want to have any hope at all of impressing Princess Celestia with my magical prowess, I need wings. To become an alicorn. So I can wield lots of magic. So that someday, she'll be so impressed with me she'll offer me a role as Princess of Equestria and we can rule side by side!"

Fluttershy stared at her. "You really want that? Wouldn't that be a huge, painstaking responsibility unlike anything you could ever imagine?" She could feel herself sweating just imagining it. "And, aren't alicorns immortal? Your whole family will-"

Twilight waved a hoof at her to silence her. "I know what I want! And I want to impress Princess Celestia! And I want wings!" She picked up one last scroll from the former pile, glanced at it, and groaned. "And none of these stupid scrolls told me how! I guess I should search the library he mentioned..."

Fluttershy furrowed her brows. "Well, um... I can help you with that, if you want. I can't read scrolls, but I'm trying to get to Discord himself, and maybe I can convince him to give you more... pointers?" She almost trailed off, because suddenly, Twilight had begun to stare up at the sky with a rapturous expression.

Fluttershy followed her gaze, and...

"My wings!" They both shouted in unison. Up ahead, Fluttershy's wings flapped in a rough circle, like a curious animal.

"What?" They said - again - in unison.

Surprisingly, Fluttershy managed to speak first. "My wings! Discord... he took them. Just like he took my brother." She frowned. She felt her eyes well up again as she recalled the fear that had come with their disappearance. Twilight's expression changed and she put a hoof to her mouth as she looked Fluttershy up and down, then looked down at her own self.

"Hmm... no. You're taller and thinner than I am, and a little older. Your wings wouldn't work for me." And she turned away again. "I'll have to find that library he mentioned. Goodbye." She began to trot, but-

"Please, wait!" Fluttershy surprised both herself and Twilight with her cry - and the latter turned to look at her.

"What?"

"I... I'll help you find the library, and I'll help you search for a scroll, but once we've done that will you please help me with something?"

Twilight frowned at her. "And that would be?"

Fluttershy removed the scroll from her saddlebag. "Discord gave me this... it's a spell to help me get to him. If you can read it, you should be able to perform the spell. I... I want my little brother back."

Twilight stayed silent and the scroll was enveloped in a magenta aura. It slowly floated over to her. She stared at it for longer than Fluttershy thought was necessary, but eventually gave it back. "I guess my own big brother would be pretty worried if I went missing, and I'd want somepony to help him..." She huffed. "Fine. I'll help you. But only if we can find a scroll for me first. I'm not here to make friends and just do favors for no reason."

It was better than nothing. Fluttershy put the scroll back where it belonged. "I can't thank you enough."

"Don't. This is an exchange. Now let's get out there and look for that library."

Fluttershy nodded, and together, they set off.

Author's Note

5 months later.... twi is here now!

sorry. but i will finish this story if it kills me. eventually.