A Thousand Son Mini 3 (Dear Old Dad)

"Justy......"
>You poke him in the helmet again.
"Justicar."
>"Are you still talking to that corpse?"
>You whirl on Lyra, snarling.
"For the LAST TIME, he's not dead!"
>The mint-green unicorn rolls her eyes.
>"Sure, he's just not moving, not breathing, and not responding. Obviously, he's not dead."
>You scowl again, and Lyra turns her head back and begins driving the cart again.
>But not before muttering about you under her breath.
>"Crazy monster-thing. Might not be Discord, but you're just as crazy."
>You go back to poking Justicar's helmet.
>It's not worth the effort to talk down this annoying unicorn.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
>"Back to Canterlot."
>You snap your fingers and teleport in front of Lyra, shouting.
"WHY THE BUCK WOULD WE DO THAT!?"


>Lyra scowls up at you.
>"Because my friend, who IS actually dead, wants to go back."
>You stare at her in confusion for a second.
"Wait. What. So that thing in the back...."
>"His body. Yeah."
"So let me get this straight. You're talking to a corpse, one that you know is dead, and I'm the crazy one for trying to get my friend some help?"
>Lyra scowls even harder, before holding a green hoof up to the stone on her neck.
>"You see this?"
"The glowy red gem?"
>"Touch it."
>You roll your eyes at the pony before poking the red rock with your eagle talon.
>HELLO, ERIS.
"OH GOD WHAT THE BUCK!"
>You recoil, whipping your talons away and floating above Lyra in terror.
>"Yeah. That's what I hear all the time."
"O...okay. Yeah. Alright. That doesn't answer my question though. Why Canterlot? I've spent a week trying to get out of there, but you could have gone back at any time. You're a pony, after all."
>"I couldn't go back. Not as long as Farseer's brother is looking for his soul stone. I had to keep it safe."
"Wait, Farseer?"
>"Yeah."
"As in, the Farseer Justy tried to kill Farseer? As in the Farseer in charge of all those weird aliens? That Farseer?"
>Lyra gives a slow nod while you glare at her.
>"Yeah. That Farseer."


>Your glare deepens as you look from the glowing rock to your friend in the back.
>Lyra notices your roaming eyes.
>"Listen, if you help me get into Canterlot, I can make it worth your while."
"Oh, really? I kinda doubt that, dude. What with you talking to ghosts and being crazy and all."
>"Listen, your friend back there is hurt, right?"
"Get to the point."
>"Well I happen to know a doctor. My friend, Colgate. She's only a dentist, but I'm sure she can get some quick medical help for him. All you have to do is help me get to Canterlot. I'll handle it from there."
"Handle...what, exactly?"
>"Finding Colgate, and getting Farseer's stone home. There's a big, fancy wedding going on in Canterlot. I'm going in as a bridesmaid. You just need to follow me, bring your friend, and keep an eye out for the Sorcerer."
"The big red one who tried to kill me and used Justy like a soap box?'
>"Uh...."
>You growl and your lion paw sets itself on fire.
"Oh, trust me, I can do more than keep an eye open. Now c'mere!"
>"Wait, I havn't told you about-"
>You ignore her protests, reaching out with your talon and tapping her on the forehead, before wrapping your tail around Justicar's arm.
>Then you snap your fingers, teleporting the three of you away, leaving Farseer's corpse in the cart.
>You reappear, floating above Canterlot, about thirty feet up.
"See, easy as-"
>The sound of Lyra screaming and falling cuts you off.
>You rush after her, only to slam snout-first into a purple-pink shield.

Lyra's Perspective
"OH SWEET CELESTIA NOOOOOOOOO!"
>STOP SCREAMING AND HELP ME, BEAST! I CAN'T CHANNEL THE WARP THROUGH YOU UNLESS YOU LET ME!
"I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
>YOU WILL IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP AND CONCENTRATE!
>You listen to the wise words of the Farseer, and your horn glows as you reach out and telekinetically slow your decent.
"YOWCH!"
>You shout out as you slam, flank-first, into the hard Canterlot ground.
>Above you, straining against the purple bubble, you see the draconequus and her massive grey friend.
>"Are you okay down there!?"
>You call back up to her.
"Yeah, no thanks to you! Why couldn't you just listen and let me finish my plan!"
>BECAUSE SHE'S AN IDIOT.
>"Because your plan was boring, duh! Now let me through!"
>SEE?
"I can't, I need to find a guardpony for that! Let me get costumed up and go looking! I'll be back in an hour, tops! Stay hidden!"
>Eris harrumphs and crosses her arms, but snaps her fingers anyway. In moments, both her and the body of the Grey Knight are invisible.
>You get ready to change into your bridesmaid outfit, hoping that nop0ny was paying attention to your little shouting match.


>Okay, bridesmaid outfit, check.
>Soulstone-
>STILL HERE
>Check.
>Now you just have to go find a guard and let Eris through.
>WHY BOTHER, SHE'S NOTHING BUT A LIABILITY.
>Farseer's probably right.
>I USUALLY AM. NOW QUICKLY, THE WEBWAY PORTAL. SEND ME HOME.
>You owed him that much at least. After all the cool stuff he'd taught you.
>You make your way into the castle, waving at the occasional pony as you quickly make your way towards the Throne Room.
>The gate would be inactive, but he'd explain how to turn it back on. And then you just had to toss him through, and he'd be safe.
>You hum to yourself as you trot down the hall, pleased. Your master's plan might not have gone the way he wanted
>IT WAS A DISMAL FAILURE, YOU GREEN CRETIN.
>But soon he'd be back home, and once he was, maybe he'd reward you.
>With hands!
>SURE, THAT'LL HA-
>"Lyra? Lyra Heartstrings?"
>You turn your head, terrified of who might have found you out. If it was the Sorcerer or Trixie, your plan was doomed.
>"Oh Lyra, thank goodness I found you!"
>Oh, it's the bride. Cadence.
"Yeah, sorry, I got lost for a sec."
>"Let's make sure that doesn't happen again..."
>Cadence's eyes suddenly glow a bright, piercing green, and everything goes fuzzy.
>LYRA? LYRA!? CONCENTRATE!
>There is a sound like laughter, and you know no more.

Eris' perspective

"BORED."
>For the thirty-seventh time in the last eight hours, you wail your boredom to the sky.
>As usual, nop0ny notices.
>They're all caught up with the stupid wedding.
>You wriggle around on the purple bubble shield, pouting and annoyed with Lyra.
>She said she'd be back in two hours! This was nothing like that!
>The night had fallen already, for crying out loud!
>Wait. Night. So that mean-
>You look up, still invisible, as a blue-black speck wings it's way towards the shield.
>Directly towards you.
>This could be really bad.
>Or really goo-
>The shield opens up beneath you.
>Okay, so really goo-
>Justy, still invisible, plummets towards Canterlot.
>REALLY BAD.
>You dive after Justicar's plummeting body, cursing quietly as Luna wings her way through the shield above you.
>You hook your limbs under him and lift with all your insignificant strength and less insignificant magic.
>You manage to slow his fall to a soft drop that goes unnoticed by the ponies around you.
>You also manage to give yourself what you're sure is a hernia.
"Justy, you fat jerk, when you wake up, we're going to get you some exercise. Running, swimming, the whole nine ya-"
>"Eeeeeriiiiiiissssss."
>Your ear flicks in surprise.
>Was that?
>No, it couldn't be.
>Daddy?

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>"Eris."
>It is him! You can hear him, right in your head.
>"Daddy Discord sat on a wall."
>You put a paw to Justy and teleport again, following the sound of the voice.
>"Daddy Discord had a great fall."
>Where is he? Where is he? After all this time, you can see him again!
>"And all the queen's horses...."
>A member of your family who's alive! Who's here for you! Your daddy!
>"And all the queen's men..."
>You reappear in the Canterlot Gardens, still invisible, Justy at your side.
>Where is he, where is he!?"
>You crawl around frantic, looking for him, for the source of the voice.
>"Couldn't put Discord back together again."
>There.
>A stone statue.
>Broken, a lion's paw raised to a serpentine, stone chest, both legs splayed wide.
>The head is missing, the eagle claw and most of the chest gone.
>But he's there.
>Your daddy.
>You don't even notice the fuzziness in your head, in your thoughts, as something important, something you know you should remember, is blotted out.
>"But YOU can, Eris."
>You hug the cold stone close.
"Of course I can, Daddy."
>You hear him chuckle in your head.
>"That's my girl."

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>You sit, patiently, waiting, on your stolen throne.
>Blood runs, in thick, tiny rivers, on the black stone of your stolen castle's throne room.
>Another pack of centaurs came today.
>Came, and died.
>You watch through the eyes of the Tomb Stalker as it faces the Sorcerer.
>It will not succeed. The fools you corrupted cannot give it the necessary power.
>The thought grates on your mind, and you clench the arm of your throne in anger, cracking the stone.
>"Oooooooh, touchy, aren't we?"
>You turn your green eye lenses around, irritated.
"Reveal yourself. I tire of killing you wretches."
>"You're not Tirek......are you? No, you're something worse...."
>The voice is arid. Breathy. Weak.
"I have no time for games. What do you want, creature? Speak your peace and die like the rest."
>"I want the same thing you want...."
"I doubt tha-"
>"The Sorcerer."
>You stop, and you clench the arm of your throne harder.
>"Oh, you're listening now, I see? How's about you and I....make a deal...."
"What do you have to offer me?"
>"Equestria. Celestia. The Sorcerer. All of it, to burn."
>If you could smile, you would.
"Tell me more, creature."
>"Please....call me Discord."