//-------------------------------------------------------// Powers of Chaos -by YangPony- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Ch.1: Birth //-------------------------------------------------------// Ch.1: Birth “Without Yin, there would be no Yang. And without Yang, no Yin” -Chinese Theory As many would say that opposites attract, what would they say if they were also complimentary? As there is a light is there not dark? Like is there no cause without effect. For everything made there will always be an opposite, there attraction together is no mere coincidence. Ponies are to no exclusion. Discord’s change of heart was an overall good thing, which is a bad thing. Such Chaos being held back is not good as was using too much would fry your brain. But this is the a little side note of being Chaos, their lives are thrown into complete contradictions. Anyway back to the point of swelled Chaos energy amassing inside Discord already powerful enough to turn the moon into cheese. At the Canterlot royal quarters, Princess Luna twitches as though a chill went up through her mane. “What is wrong, my dear sister?” Celestia questioned “I’m not sure; I just felt a disturbance, as if the moon was in danger.” Luna answered “…Luna have you been reading that silly fan fiction of that earth pony using magic again.” Celestia sighed “TIS NOT MAGIC, TIS FORCE.” Luna answered calmly in the royal Canterlot voice Wow, anyway back to main plot. The Chaotic force was just growing and growing. This was not normal magic, no, how in Equestria is Chaos normal? This magic was self aware; it did not need a single host but a representation of its power. Otherwise Chaos takes the form of many everyday ponies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yg8jDPK10AU), even the fillies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI_b68RcdTo) are fine. But Chaos grew not for its amusement; its growth was to make the best rivals suited for the powers of Harmony. Six ponies made to be complete opposites of the Mane 6. Each with their own unique talent specialized against their counter-pony. Magic, honesty, loyalty, laughter, generosity, and kindness, they all have their opposites. To synthesize 6 ponies from itself, truly is a chaotic magic. To make a pony with skills that seem magical, a pony with no integrity, a pony with no faith, a pony only with sorrow, a pony with greed, and a pony that is cruel. That is what chaos wants to make, not change. That previous plan had back fired. Their original personas had overcome the suspicions of their friendship and their desires, so why not make ponies with those personalities. This way they had no way to change themselves when that is what they truly are. Therefore Chaos has to make them with their own memories, and their own lives. This group of ponies had to be exact opposites of the Mane 6. They will be stallions, 2 of each race. Their defining marks will of their professions. Now time to make them. Discord was sleeping peacefully among the hurricane of his room inside Canterlot, unaware of the small trickle of his magic water falling from his horns. The small pool of magic soon started pool together at the floor. It expanded until it reached the walls, then the magic stopped flowing from Discord’s horn. The flood of magic then concentrated itself into twenty four hoof size circles. Then the magic flowed upward, each group of 4 circles were connected by a torso made of magic. The magic then made wings for 2 of the headless ponies, then resumed with the head making. The torso of each began to concentrate the magic upward again to form the head. While the others were finished, 2 of the ponies had their magic concentrated in a cone upon their head. The finished ponies still remained devoid of their colors and their marks. The magic started to swirl inside these ponies, making vibrant to dull colors appear on their bodies. The violent changes were like a spinning wheel of death (http://seanfarnam.deviantart.com/art/Pinwheel-of-Death-112703386). The colors started to slow down then settled on the color that was shone on the pony. Each of their mane and tails started to grow. Then their blank flanks began to flow back and forth. Images began to appear. One bared an eclipse. One bared a knife wrapped in a rose. Other was an intricate sign that looked frightful. While some were simpler, just bits, the currency of Equestria, or rain cloud that was dark and crying. The last one was just a mask that was split in half by the two colors, black and white. Chaos had done it. It had made 6 ponies to rival the Mane 6. It willed itself to teleport these new born ponies to Ponyville and waited to see the damage that they will do. The nameless ponies were casted away unto Ponyville’s single bridge. They stared at the small town, programmed to destroy their counterparts. They were the Powers of Chaos. And here they stood, upon a bridge with no idea on what to do. So they went they seperate ways, trying to find something to do. One pony was still out, probably for a midnight stroll. So they went up to him, one pony did a hoof stand while the others sneaked behind the single pony. While the pony was watching the pony do tricks, the pony with bits pickpocketed him. Then the pony with the intricate symbol pushed him down, the rose knife pony moved into help. When the pony was up, he began to accuse them of doing their acts. The mask pony started to reason with him, using false and true in his reasoning, while the rain cloud cried to enforce the defendent. The single pony was confused, this was meant to be a calming stroll through the town. Not where he gets pickpocketed and thrown around by a couple of stallions. The eclipse pony then calmly came up to the pony asking him to relax, while doing so he put a hoof on his shoulder, putting pressure on that single part where the neck nerves went up. The sudden shock of his nerves pressured caused him to immediately recoil in discomfort. The eclipse pony then hit the other side of the neck, causing the neck stiffen. Now with more worry about his breathing, the pony clawed at his throat, trying to relax his muscles. The pony soon collapsed, still clawing at his throat. The stallions just laughed at him.