Ancestral Issues
Prologue: Stone to Dust

This is my first pure-pony story. Should be fun, though the story... Eh, there are more original ones.

I only own Marx, Quiche, Stonehoof and the storyline. Nothing else. That's the only disclaimer you're getting.

"Good morning Discord."

The Draconequus looked around for the source of the familiar voice.
"Master Marx! You're here!"

"Of course I'm here Discord, we're always here."

"Hey Little D!"

"Discord."

Discord beamed at the sound of the two other voices.
"Mistress Quiche! Mistress Stonehoof! All three of you!"

"Of course! Why wouldn't we come and see you?"

"Although today a more pressing matter presents itself."
The first voice, that of Marx, began talking again.
"It's about your failure earlier this year."

"My... failure? But I did as I was told!"

"No, you did not."
Anger entered the voice, and Discord cowered from it.
"You ignored our prisons in favour of fun. You ignored Celestia. You gave those six peasants the very things they needed to imprison you again. And keep us sealed away. You could have destroyed them."

"I tried! I could not destroy them with all my powers! All my strength! Nature itself moved them back towards their bearers! I did what I could!"
Discord looked around in desperation, hoping that one of the other voices would help him. The second, Quice's voice, started talking, sounding incredibly malevolent this time.

"We made you to be a strong foe to the False Ponies. We created you to be unbeatable. And you can't even beat six normal ponies. What kind of pathetic idiots do you think we are to let that sort of thing go unpunished?"

"They aren't just any ponies! They're descended from YOUR ancestors too!" Discord wailed. The voices were silent for a few minutes. Discord knew better than to speak.

The first voice finally spoke up. "Our own kin?"

"Yes! I was powerless!"

"Well then," The third voice finally spoke again, "I guess there is only one thing we can do now."

Three ponies, one of each species, appeared out of the dark. The pegasus and the earth pony drew their swords, while the unicorn created a bolt of magic. The unicorn grinned.
"From stone to dust Discord. Stone to dust."

In the middle of the night, in the Canterlot vaults, the now locked-away statue of Discord crumbled into dust as though it had never existed. No-one noticed.

The six Elements of Harmony dreamed of the past and of peace. But not at the same time.