Revenge, what a brilliant thing. It could almost be compared to chaos with the sheer amount of beauty that it exhibits. Premeditated actions could strive for second place in my heart, but I could never put it above the ideas that flow through one's mind when they wanted payback. The desire to inflict chaos within the mind of the one who had done wrong to you, was an emotion that swirled around in my unmoving veins. This feeling of anger and regret always got to me when I was imprisoned. When you are turned to stone for centuries, you are only able to think. It was a miracle that I wasn't insane when the stone finally broke on my form. Those six mares, the ones who were able to hold the ultimate power to turn me to stone, they were the ones who would pay first. Now the only question was, how?

The throne was mine to command, I would have been able to keep Equestria under my grasp if it wasn't for those meddling six. If I was going to be awakened within the next hundred years, I should start up a plan of execution so that my rule was not a mere day. How laughable, my father would probably never speak to me again if he heard that I couldn't keep rule over ponies for more then that amount. The first one that had to go was Twilight Sparkle, that purple mare. The Element of Magic, the one who managed to ruin my plans in the first place. Apparently you can't play games with your subjects anymore, since they will just figure them out and imprison you. The same thing happened with Celestia and Luna, those two meddling alicorns. If I took out Twilight Sparkle, then their precious Elements would become useless.

Of course, the tactic was now in question. How exactly did you torture a mare who wasn't afraid of you? I could just kill her, but what would be the fun in that? Revenge wasn't immediate annihilation of your enemy. It took more planning, practice, and because of the previous two, would be way more pleasing in the end. I knew her every weakness, and her strengths. Imprisonment would not last as long as I want it to, her magical power was larger than anyone else I knew. But what if I tortured her mind? That would be the perfect choice! Chaos within the mind, watching thoughts battle against each other. Paranoia acting over rational thought, which ended up in the eventual incarceration of the mare in an asylum. That's true chaos.

Oh but now that I'm thinking about it, her friends are going to have to be taken care of as well. Making them act the opposite of their element was working, perhaps I should reuse that idea? Never mind, I'm not a one trick creature, I can think of something else other than that. I want the opposite of harmony. I want hatred, liars, brutes, greedy mares, and most importantly, depression. There are five more mares that I have to worry about, since Princess Celestia is obviously not a threat. Her spells were simple to crack, and I was able to acquire the Elements of Harmony almost instantly because of her incompetence. What a shame, she used to be worth something to me.

Before I move into the subject of those other five annoyances, maybe it would be a good idea to think about Luna, and her contributions to my imprisonment. After all, my master plan is not going to be prescribed for only Celestia and those other six, Luna took part in my banishment as well. That dark blue mare, one who transformed into Nightmare Moon while I was imprisoned. One who is filled with jealousy and anger over her sister's decision to send her to the moon, rather then speak with her in a dignified manner with respect. Good choice Celestia, I'll give her that. Either way, such a volatile mare would no doubt be interesting to toy with. After all, no one cares about her duties, since they sleep through them.

Who shall we start with after my revenge on the main three who foiled my plans? Ooh, how about Fluttershy? She was indeed the frustrating mare. I couldn't even turn her to the chaos with my words, what kind of sorcery was that? The Element of Kindness, that was probably why. She allowed herself to be stomped on like a doormat to the point where anyone could insult her, and she would accept it. In my opinion, her transformation into a bully was probably a better choice for her. I would rather decide over people's fates then let them write my own. Perhaps I'm weird. The plan, unfortunately I don't have one for her, but that's implying that I need one. Trying to destroy the mind of someone who cries if they are taunted for more then five seconds? That's not hard.

Next in line, Rainbow Dash. The Element of Loyalty, even though I was able to have her desert her friends in a few minutes. Those dreams of hers, how futile they are. From the way that she acted, I was able to sense a disturbance in her demeanor. Sure, she told me that she would be loyal to the princess, but for what reason? Celestia is a monarch who was unable to stop my wrath, and instead used her six most powerful guards to do the dirty work. She was terrified of me, because she knew I was more powerful. While I couldn't say that her decision was dumb, I could say that she is a coward. Being loyal to a coward was misplaced loyalty. Rainbow Dash is also the strongest in physical attributes, I noticed. Her head first collision into the castle wall, back when I first met her, was probably capable of doing damage to me. Good thing I was in a wall, or else I would have needed some massaging done.

Rarity, the mare who resisted my attempts to defile her the longest, was next. The Element of Generosity, one that I thought I should have. I'm generous with my chaos, aren't I? That should count. She was turned into a greedy hoarder from some simple hypnotizing, so she won't be difficult to break. But I'm not going to replicate my old methods. As I said, I'm not a one trick creature. Her family, her dreams and creations, if I wanted to destroy her, then those attributes would be a good place to start. Her sister should hate her. Her parents should disown her. Last, but not least, her career should be over. The thoughts moving through her mind as her house is taken from her, and she sees her cutie mark slowly disappear, will be golden. Only then will she have my permission to cry.

Applejack, the most headstrong one of the bunch. It was a miracle that I was able to hypnotize her with those apple bushes. I had a feeling that she would break out of my spell and try to rally her friends back into a group. I can't insult her. She will be able to realize that my words are being used to destroy her. If she knew such a fact, then my words are useless. However, she has a family also, that she cherishes very dearly. How wonderful, more victims. My attempts to turn them against her will be tricky, since the four of them... ugh... love each other. She is the challenge, I should save her for second to last.

Last but not least, Pinkie Pie, one who holds the Element that I enjoy: Laughter. I wish that I could keep her as my Queen, a simple amount of chaos in her brain would turn her into the perfect Queen of Chaos. She is already extremely random, speaks in a language that doesn't make any sense to others, and is the one who breaks most of the laws of physics in Ponyville. I couldn't think of a better wife. It is a shame that I have to destroy her. If she has an Element, then she is not capable of being my bride. A shame, considering that is my only deal breaker when it comes to other mares or creatures who I like. Laughter, the action being directed to her had very nice results. Maybe I could get her parents to laugh at her, but first I had to find them. She is in for a real treat when I finally break out of this statue.

Now that I have my priorities set up, it was time to play the Waiting Game... okay I'm bored, time for more planning! None of the residents in Ponyville are allowed to die, they are only allowed to suffer. Chaos shall puncture every fiber of their mind, and slowly spread until they are a shell of their former self. I want to see their pony bodies completely gray, and in tune with the environment placed before them. That is the beauty of the pony mind, it is capable of being twisted and turned into whatever I wish. Dreams being denied, friends parting ways, and the lack of positivity will be the norm.

What is this? Why do I start to see color? I could feel my eyes slowly start to turn on, as if the sun started to show over the horizon, and the color was finally able to be brought back to the pitch black world. Reds and blues were illuminating in my vision, followed by the more complex colors which flaunted in front of me. The brown and gold of the plank of wood below me, that emblazoned my name was visible. Cracks ran up my lion's arm, and my muscles felt like they were being warmed from frozen temperatures. My arm slowly moved up and down, as the granite broke on the outside of my arm. It shattered into millions of pieces, and my hand clenched. How convenient.

My whole shoulder was finally free from the confines of this granite, as feelings ran through my body that I wasn't sure existed until the time being. My eyes didn't need to blink, as the granite cracked around my sockets. My arm started to beat against my chest to try and free myself, but all that happened was a loud thumping noise as I shook in place. Now there was a choice. I could sit here and endure whatever the pain was of being released from this granite prison, or I could try and break all of this stone off of me. The second choice was not that possible, but I preferred giving pain to others, not enduring it. Warmth started to spread through my free arm, as I moved it back and forth. Blood was moving, circulating through my veins. But my heart wasn't beating, at least, I didn't feel it.

My eyes were the next part of the prison that broke, and I blinked a large amount of times once the granite cracked off and landed on the floor below me. My red hues quickly shifted back and forth to make sure that no one was around. I half expected there to be one or two ponies out, walking to clear their mind or spend time with their lover. There wasn't any noise coming from the Ponyville Express train. Even the birds decided to not speak to me. I felt insulted, but not enough to care. The light that I managed to see was the arrival of dawn, which brought a smile to my face. The day was always fun to toy around with, in its own special way. However I couldn't even focus on my revenge until this prison was broken.

My eyes moved towards my free hand, while my eagle claws were still surrounded in granite. The claws within my paw extended, but no magic was shining on my fingertips. What a shame, I had to play the Waiting Game again. The cracks along my eyes were slowly moving upwards, while my mind tried to accept the fact that this was happening. I was slowly breaking out of this prison. How many years went by? I could see that the grass around me was properly taken care of, and there were hoof prints nearby my statue. Ponyville still existed, but if the Elements of Harmony were no longer working on me, then what was the status of my mortal enemies? Surely they couldn't have passed away before I could get my revenge! If Celestia and Luna were my only possible targets because those meddling six had died, then I might as well be imprisoned. Those two princesses are not enough fun to sustain me.

My lungs retracted for the first time in years, and the granite around my nose cracked and dissipated in front of me. My nose was working, good thing the happiness of my release was large enough to quell the annoyance I was feeling from the time that it took. The cracks moved down my chest, and a surge of heat flooded through my body. A gasp moved past my lips, my heart was working again. The heat slowly started to calm down to the room temperature of the cold dawn, as my chest was free. My attempts to pull myself out of this prison with my brute strength was not working. This spell was powerful. Even if I had one speck of my body being transformed into granite, I wouldn't be able to move. What kind of harmony was that, not having me in the world?

My lower body cracked and fell away. All of my muscles retracted after years of being clenched up into a specific position so that rock could be melded completely over my skin. As the last of the rock fell off of my eagle paw and my head, a smirk moved across my face. I was free, and I couldn't be any happier. Yellow energy surrounded my hands and I appeared in the sky with a teleport, my survey of the surrounding showing that no one was around. With a small, “Pop”, my body had transformed into a butterfly. Fluttershy had seen this form before, I just had to hide from her to avoid being caught. Now it was time to observe my prey.

Interesting, although the sun was slowly starting to rise over the horizon, no pony wanted to come outside. It was a beautiful day, by their standards. I would consider this too structured and happy to be a day that I would consider beautiful. I flew by the buildings in the center of Ponyville, looking through windows of the citizen's houses. Everyone was sleeping in, I couldn't imagine why. Although, if it was a Sunday, it would be understandable. My small wings guided me over to Sugarcube Corner, where I distinctly remember flipping it upside down and exploding every cake that this couple created. Oh it was so much fun, I can't wait to do it again! Patience... revenge, then takeover.

The second story of the house was relatively quiet. At least, that is what I saw from the windows I spied through. One such room had a crib inside, and two small children sleeping peacefully. What a shame that I couldn't aggravate them right now but I guess a smelly diaper for the both of them would be the best I could do until Twilight Sparkle was taken care of. Consider it done. While the crying continued in that room, I flew over to the windows of another house. Apparently one mare was already outside and enjoying this disgusting day. Whoever had this room certainly collected a lot of weird objects. A cannon? A pink wagon? What was the purpose of all of these things? Three balloons, where have I seen that before? The lack of knowledge on this particular room bothered me. It could be the room that harnessed the power to get rid of me for all I knew. This room will be revisited.

After a few buildings moved past my field of vision, my attention was grabbed by a particular stone slab, which reminded me of my own stone prison. I barely saw a glimpse of it, but as I moved closer, the truth was shown to me. The grave stone was made of a gray rock, possibly the same rock that imprisoned me. Three balloon shapes were carved into it, along with the phrase, “Never Stop Smiling.” My eyes scanned over the text a few more times, before my butterfly body turned around to stare at the downhill slope which lead to town. So that was the case. An Element of Harmony had died, and along with that, the spell which imprisoned me. Perfect.

Although, now that I think about it, wouldn't it be a little unfair to prey on the weak and innocent ponies while they were mourning the loss of their friend? That grave site was just put up, not a single speck of dirt was on it. Even though I hate all six of them, Pinkie Pie was the one who I adored the most. I created her into something that made me laugh whenever she spoke, and her anger was a pure characterization of her. Wouldn't you be angry too if you were the comedy relief, and not recognized for the contributions you made to the city? Maybe it would be best if you didn't believe happiness was possible, and you instead grew angry from the possibility of it? After all, happiness doesn't last forever, it is a finite and useless attempt for peace among ponies. Monarchs tend to promote that. See what I see? Equestria was fine under my hand. Everyone was what the world was, uncertain.

There was no need for the butterfly form then, was there? My body quickly formed back into the beautiful shape that it was, one comprised of a chaos of body parts which my father and mother put together. Beautiful craft workers, they were. As my feet touched the ground, Princess Celestia moved into my mind. Nothing was stopping me now, it was time for revenge.