Weekly Speedfic Challange 2 : Tree, Pie, Cake NOTE: This fanfic was a somewhat unexpected turn of events, but it's part of the challange, so I posted it anyways. Nothing else to say, really... War Upon a plain stood a tree. It is much like any other tree, but this one is special, as it was once a pony. However, no one believes that now, since it was so long ago that no one can really check. Besides, there were much more pressing matters. Under the tree sat two ponies, one with a cake cutie mark, and one with a pie cutie mark. They were discussing the advantages of their respective baked goods, and, sadly, the discussion got quite heated. “Cake!” “Pie!” “Cake!” “Pie!” And so the couple argued, and argued, and argued, until neither could speak any more. The two ponies parted ways, bitter at each other’s unwillingness to see the truth that each of them saw in the matter. The next day, the two were at it again. This time, however, they brought friends, and the two groups almost burst into flat out fighting, but their common sense kept them from doing such a foul deed. Everypony vowed revenge, and they left for their respective home, plotting their vengeance for the coming days. It was several months since the fateful argument between two former colleagues. Since the first week of arguing, the fighters realized they could throw their pastries at each other, striking indirectly both physically and mentally at their mortal enemies. Each day the fighting was between greater groups, and more ferocious, as a blood thirst, unnatural in a vegetarian species, took place of common sense. Today was a day like any other. The ponies gathered at the cream-riddled battleground, pies and cakes ready once more. Just as the sun reached it’s zenith, the first blows were stuck, and the battle began anew. Then, as the sun set, the ponies still standing, all the while cursing, bound their casualties and dragged them, and their equipment, back to their bases. By next morning, the only reminder of the previous day’s fighting was the few stains on the tree that the rain had failed to wash away. Further still along the road of time, many years later, the Pie Consortium was still at war with the Cake Brotherhood. The area around the tree was a veritable minefield of cakes and pies, and the fighting never ended, tired, worn out ponies always replaced by the fresh, eager soldiers that fought for glory in this desolate place. Pie catapults, cake missiles, pie mines, cream-throwers, and all the other wonders of modern warfare were destroying the honor and lives of ponies constantly, with no stops for breaks, nor for the cycle of day and night. An adventurous pie soldier hid behind the ancient tree that dominated the centre of the battlefield. He was about to strike from his cover, but the tiny bit of him that he exposed was enough for the Cake Brotherhood’s snipers to hit with a lead-loaded cherry, and the foolish colt was no more. Now, it was many centuries since the first argument that changed the fate of Equestria started. For eight and twenty generations ponykind was at war, untill there was nothing but the skyscrapers and bakeries that housed, fed, and armed all of pony kind. That is, until the savage blood-lust that took hold of all pony kind devoured it’s cities and residents. The earth no longer could support this warfare, and within only one generation, all of Equestria fell to ruin. No longer were there cobbled streets, or farms of wheat and sugar. No longer were there children in the ruined towns and cities of the two warring nations, and neither was there anypony to raise them. There was nothing in this barren land. Nothing but the tree. Always the tree.
