MinecraftPwnz here! So, this chapter was supposed to be out around December, 2014 (jeez), but I got my computer confiscated and a family loss occurred, and then schooll…

Anyway…

I hope you enjoy!

~MC

Cinnamon Crisp intensely stared at the apple on the table, occasionally letting out a grunt of frustration. She was doing her best to turn it into a dancing apple with limbs and a tutu, but so far it wasn't working. The trick Discord had taught her before was the only thing she had mestered so far.

Pastel Paint, Tartarus, and Mix Master stood a ways off from the filly, switching their gazes from Cinna to the apple, Cinna to the apple, Cinna to the apple and back again.

Cinna let out a groan in finality and stopped looking at the apple, her swirling eyes displaying sadness. "I can't do it. It's too hard."

"Aww," a sad moan erupted from the other three foals as Pastel trotted up to take the apple.

"I just don't know why my powers don't work," Cinna explained. "Whenever I don't want my chaos to do anything, something has to go bizarrely wacko-but when I actually want to practice chaotic stuff, it's like I never got powers!"

"Maybe it's a reverse thinking process." Tartarus thought. "I mean, maybe you should think about not using magic when you really do want to-"

"Tried that before. I totally failed."

"Oh."

"Does Discord ever actually teach you?" Pastel quizzed, taking a bite of the apple.

"Yeah he does! I get a lesson every night, after dinner. Nothing seems to be working, though."

"Maybe you need to concentrate on one thing. Like,choose a random pony and imagine whatever you want happening to them." Mix stepped forward and slid his brand-spanking-new gold-rimmed aviator sunglasses on top of his horn. "Tried that?"

"No, but it might work…"

Cinnamon turned her gaze onto the apple again, only this time seeing it as a pony. The identity of the mare made her nauseous, but she focused completely on that image.

"What the-eerp!" Pastel squealed and dropped the apple, running to hide behind Tartarus.

The apple seemed to be growing branches, then there was an audible pop and the branches were thick, cartoonish limbs. The apple had a frilly tutu made of leaves, and was now pirouetting onto the streets of Ponyville.

"Oh my gosh, it worked!" Tartarus whispered in awe.

Three pairs of eyes and two lollipop swirls followed the apple's trail down the road. Some ponies were also staring at the sight, and Mix realized how much of a crowd was forming.

"Ahem." He nudged Cinna, making the filly look at him.

"Ponies are staring. Should you make it disappear?"

Cinna then became aware of the group of mares and stallions. Concentrating on the mare again, the dancing apple disappeared.

A few dismissed the bemusing sight and trotted off to go about their business, while other's scanned the area hoping to find the source of the dancing fruit.

"Wow, you did it, CC!" Paint gasped and hovered in the air in excitement.

"Yeah, I guess I did!" Cinna gave a huge beam. "And it's all thanks to Mix!"

Mix Master blushed and looked at the ground nervously. "Yeah… I guess it is."

"I say we celebrate by getting you a milkshake!" Tartarus grinned.

Pastel struck a dramatic battle pose. "LET US GO ONWARDS TO SUGARCUBE CORNER, WHERE MILKSHAKES AWAIT US ALL!" She yelled happily.

Four foals gleefully trotted to Sugarcube Corner. Cinna was proud of her recent breakthrough, but was relieved nobody had asked who her muse was.

The muse was Screwball Draconequus.

"Da-ad! I'm home!"
Discord's ears perked up as he heard the familiar voice of Cinnamon ring through his ears.

He teleported to the front door and scooped the filly up in his arms. "Helo-o-o, Cinna!"

Cinnamon giggled and set down her saddlebags.

"I finally figured it out! Mix, Pastel, Tartarus and I were able to harness my ultimate chaotic magic! Well, not ultimate, but pretty cool."
"Oh, really?" Discord grinned slyly. "Well, let's see it, then!"

He summoned a monocle, tuxedo, top hat, and maroon chair to give off the 'fancy supervisor' look.

Concentrating on Screwy again, she thought bigger than before and summoned a break-dancing banana. Discord guffawed with delight.

"You've done it! You've harnessed your chaos!" he happily took her hooves and swung her around in the air happily, making her giggle.

"Yeah! My friends were so excited! We got milkshakes to celebrate today!"
Discord set the filly down. "Well, I suppose we must celebrate as well! How about we make some cookies?"

Cinnamon was confused. "Cookies? But… You can summon up cookies whenever you want."

"So what? Let's make them for real! Sometimes baking can be fun. And besides, it's been a while since I've eaten homemade sweets, and I could say the same for you."

"Yeah, that's true…"

"Well, let's get to it!" Discord snapped his fingers and the two were in a girly decorated kitchen, with a picture over the doorframe with only "83" embroidered on it.

"Uh. Not to be rude, but… this is kind of…"

"Girly? Pink? Adorably repulsive?" Discord smiled. "Fluttershy insisted on decorating it. I sometimes cook instead of poofing up food. Usually it's when she comes over."

"Oh, right."

Why would Discord let Fluttershy decorate his house? It was obvious they were close, but they didn't live with each other. She shook off the thought, breaking the silence.

"Let's just make the cookies. Can they be shaped like dragonflies? And be cinnamon-flavored cookies?"

"Of course they can!" Discord poofed up all the ingredients and preheated an oven. "You make the dough," he decided, "while I make the icing."

"Okay!" Cinna took the ingredients Discord had moved over to her and began mixing them in a bowl.

The draconequus had been right- baking could be fun! The swirly eyed filly quickly finished the dough making process and even was able to find a dragonfly cookie cutter.

How lucky was that?

As she cut the dough and placed it on the buttered up cooking pan, she noticed Discord was having trouble with the icing. He was getting it all over the place, and it didn't help that he wasn't skilled with holding large items in just one paw. Cinnamon felt like she should help him.

She trotted up to him, taking the wooden spoon from his claw. "Hold it with both your claw and your paw." She instructed. Though he was confused, Discord took the bowl in both limbs.

Cinnamon began stirring the bowl's contents, the icing almost instantly becoming thick and creamy. Discord looked down at her in surprise.

"Did you ever make cookies back in that orphanage?" he asked.

Cinna gave him a look. "Have you seen that place? It's like an Equestrian military base."

"Then how does this come so naturally to you?"

Cinnamon finally seemed to notice the high quality of the icing and cookie dough. Looking confused, she examined her hooves. "I dunno," she concluded.

Discord shrugged and placed the bowl next to the sink. "Oh, well. Ready to let those cookies bake?"

"You know it!"

Cinnamon Crisp was still staring at the oven after fifteen long minutes.

"They're ready." she stated.

Discord paused mid-lick, the wooden spoon coated with icing slipping from his tongue.

"The timer didn't go off. We have five min-"

"They're ready." Cinnamon repeated strongly, and put on oven mitts to take the cookie tray out of the oven.

Oddly enough, the cookies were perfect in every way. She set them on the counter and began to put the icing into pastry bags.

Discord examined the cookies. They didn't have a single flaw. They were perfectly dragonfly-shaped, with no burns visible.

Cinna handed Discord a pastry bag and set to work on hers. The icing had tiny dollops for eyes and intricate swirling patterns on the wings and body. Discord's was a bit sloppier than hers, but he managed and the two finished in no time.

"Can we eat them now?" Cinna rocked back and forth on her hooves eagerly.

"Why not? They are ready!" Discord snapped his fingers and the two of them were in a living room, the number .584 in a frame on the wall. The cookies, still intact, were on a platter on the coffee table in front of the sofa they were on. Automatically, Cinna reached for a cookie, only to have Discord stop her.

"Ah-ah-ah! Before you do anything, a lesson in chaos is required here. Try levitating the cookie to you!"

Cinna rolled her eyes and smirked. "Is this how it's going to be until I master my powers?"

"No. Duh!" Dissy grinned and levitated a cookie over to himself with a golden aura.

Cinna channeled her inner 'Screwball' and imagined her turning into a cookie and floating towards her. Once again, the image was real and a cookie floated in front of her. Discord clapped proudly, being on his fourth cookie already. "These are amazing! I can't get enough of them!"

Cinna took a bite of the dragonfly cookie, and suddenly she felt a tingling warmth enter her body. The pastry was like heaven in her mouth! The creamy buttermilk icing melted on her tongue, the cookie was soft and spongy, and she couldn't help but admit that she wanted to eat these for the rest of her days.

"Mmm," a moan erupted from Cinna as a smile formed on her face. "You were right. These are so awesome!"

"Well, those cookies have some competition!" Discord poked Cinna's flank, causing her to look down in confusion.

That was when she saw her new destiny.

Cinnamon Crisp's flank sparkled as it revealed three of the dragonfly cookies she had made. She gasped with delight and her smile got even wider.

"Dad! I got it! I got my cutie mark!" She shot up and raced around the room in excitement.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! This is so exciting! I have to tell my friends because they'll be so excited because they don't have theirs yet but I can help them and-"

Discord placed a talon over Cinna's mouth, making her quiet.

"If you keep on having breakthroughs, this day is going to get worse than chaotic!"

"Breakthroughs?" Cinnamon asked as she floated back to the ground-

Floated?

The chaotic filly squealed again as she realized it wouldn't be long before she could use magic without even thinking about it.

Overall, that was a pretty good day.

If only she could say the same for the night.

Cinnamon tossed ruthlessly in her covers, unable to get any sleep. Screwball had been the mare to help her gain control of her power, and a filly as young as her could never know the true evil capability of Discord's daughter and her elder sister. She got out of bed, knowing she wouldn't be able to get any rest without milk or something.

Cinna trotted past hundreds of doors with 25s, 91s, and 102s until she came to an 83. She opened the door to the kitchen, hoping to get warm milk or another cookie.

She opened the refrigerator, scanning for milk, until she heard the voice behind her.

"I little birdie told me I was the link to your powers."

Cinnamon gasped and turned around, her swirly eyes shrinking in horror.

"Screwball!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Your older sister who was banished from Equestria by her own father." the pink mare scoffed. "Spare me the details."

"W-What do you want? You better not hurt my daddy or-"

"It's hilarious how you think I won't let you play fair."

"What?" The cream-colored filly blinked.

Screwball summoned a chessboard, filled with pawns, kings, queens…

But something was off.

The knights were the four alicorn princesses, Discord was a king, Fluttershy a queen, Cinnamon, Pastel Paint, and Mix Master pawns. They were all pure, polished quartz. On the other side, Screwball, Tirek, and other various villains were all the chess pieces, obsidian-black. It was the king that threw her into shock though. It was-

"You all have a part in this war. Sure, positions can change. Your little coltfriend could be a rook, Daddy could be a pawn…" Screwball turned to the little filly.

"You all are just a mere chess game. And, unfortunately for you, I love a good opponent."

"So you're giving me the chance to move up." Cinna whispered. "You want a worthy opponent in your twisted game."

"You have been given enough time to prepare fully. I will return on your seventeenth birthday, and then the real fun can begin."

Screwy caused the chessboard to vanish with the flick of her hoof.

"Just remember this."

Cinnamon paused. Screwball's voice, seeming echo-like and far away at first, had now grown to a tremendous volume that could only be described as Princess Luna's Royal Canterlot Voice.

"Without the brush to guide you,

Without the bass to break your fall,

Without the outside world beside you,

Draconequi will fall."

There was a flash, and Screwball was gone.

Cinnamon Crisp put a hoof to her head. This… This was crazy.

A game.

This was all a chess game.

With brushes.

And bass.

And the 'outside world.'

She was only seven. She had ten years, a minute compared to her newfound chaotic immortality.

Screwball could not win. But she had years worth of talent next to the redhead filly with multicolored swirling eyes.

Well, this day, which started off amazing was turning out to be a twisted asinine of a game.

A game.

Cinnamon trotted back to her room, suddenly afraid of the number 83.

FINALLYYYYYY! I seriously wish I could have gotten this to you guys sooner.

Shoutout to Skylar seed! You go, girl!

Well, Cinna's got ten years on her hooves. Whaddya think will happen? Also… I'm thinking of putting in some OC's for minor parts, like…

Whoa there! I can't tell you guys! It would spoil the surprise of the open characters!

So if you're interested, please leave some info on your character, like the age, race, appearance, cutie mark, personality, etc.

See you in a Rainbow Dash!

~MinecraftPwnz