For twenty years now, Discord has been polluting our lands with his filthy magic of chaos and, well, Discord! He managed to turn the elements against each other and create the elements of Discord. He took out the princess and left all us ponies out in the open for attack. He forced the Changeling empire to be his spies by striking fear into their hearts. He managed to get Diamond dog and Timber wolf packs to fight alongside him as guards and soldiers. It's been twenty years now, and little has changed, except a few mew fighters, and a few more casualties. I am Ironbrazier, I am the blacksmith for the rebellion of the Discord empire. I provide them with armour and weapons to fight the enemy scumbags and take back our empire! Our current objective is to find the Elements of Discord so we can hopefully reverse them back to their original state, and then we can defeat Discord. Our only problem is that they were locked in Temporal Prison.

“What’s a Temporal Prison?”

“I told you Ironclad, it’s a prison that locks inmates in another temporal plane!” Ironclad was new, he was still learning the ropes. He was a fighter colt so it did not quite matter as much as other positions.

“So how big can these Temporal Prisons be?”

“Well, they can be any size. They are not meant to imprison the inmate, they are meant to keep them inside, so they are what the desired inmate wants, and since they are corrupted, they will never want out.”

“Want out? So you’re saying, that they can leave if they want out?”

“Actually, that is the ONLY way they can get out. We will have to make them realize their Elements of Harmony again while in the Prison, seeing how it only caters to THEIR needs. You see, they are designed specifically for one pony or colt.”

“One more question, how do you know so much, but you’re just a blacksmith?” That is a good story.

“Well, my father was head of the rebellion a few years back. He was chosen out of a select few to command all the ranks and led the first major effort in our cause. they were going to use powerful magic to free Celestia and Luna from their statue prisons and use their magic to seal him away... The changelings were recently recruited at that time and were on high maintenance and one of them happened to be best friends with my father and assassinated him the night before and compromised the mission.”

“Dude, I’m sorry, I didn't-”

“No... It’s not your fault... I was little at that time anyway, I barely remember.” That wasn't true. I remembered, very clearly. My dad’s friend uncle Brassbuckle, he used to take me out to practice magic by lifting rocks that increase getting bigger and bigger. We would practice blinking to other areas and firing magic beams and such. He was a great Colt, but he was killed and replaced by a Changeling... I hate changelings. “Changelings are horrible despicable creatures, and deserve to be wiped off this planet.”

“Hey, let’s work on Discord, then we’ll focus on Chrysalis, Okay Ironbrazier? Focus on the task at hand.”

“Yes General!”

“Okay, we need many forces for this mission. We cannot commence with our invasion of the Temporal Prison until we obtain a way of getting in. We know that the Prison is guarded by several Changeling guards along with packs of Timber wolves outside. The Timber wolves should not be a problem with our fire squad, but the Changelings will deceive you and make you think that they are a friend or a prisoner. We have word of a magical item being held in a vault deep within the Diamond Mines in Canterlot. It was rumored to exist in legend. They say it has the ability to make one aware of a Changelings presence and see through their form. We need this and we need all the help we can get.”

“But sir, how are we gonna find it? It’s a legend!” Buck, as usual being the downer. Though to be honest, quite a few of our efforts have been fruitless. We once heard of a seventh Element of Harmony that could harmonize the other six, but it was just a fools dream. I should have never even thought that there would be a seventh element. What would it even be? We would fantasized over what the element might be all the time.... until we found out it was a falsification. I cut in.

“Are we even sure it is real? We have been fooled before.” Everypony went silent. As if a shadow fell upon everypony, they all got a horrible look on their faces.

“Well, it’s better than nothing. It’s hope, and we need hope as of now. So you can shut your mouths. The BOTH of you!” I slowly returned to my brazing. Hope. What hope? All our hope...

Is dead.

Author's Note

Hope it's enjoyable. I plan on making it dynamic and giving some interesting back story for the growth of Discords empire, and as all first chapters should do, create a setting.