Twilight Sparkle was dead.
Not actually dead, of course, but she certainly had been sleeping a long time. She wasn't really breathing either, but instead her horn was recharging her body and wings.
She had come so very close to death that day...
But of course she didn't remember that. She wouldn't remember any of the day's events.
Not if he could help it.
The tall draconequus smiled to himself. One seed...that was all it took. One tiny seed of doubt, insecurity, paranoia. One seed could put all his plans into action...or destroy everything he had worked for.
Discord looked outside the window. The pegusai had really outdone themselves tonight. Tomorrow's rainstorm would be spectacular. And rain, as he knew, tended to tarnish the moods of the ponies. Mood was everything, everything in this particular plan. The storm, he thought, would "water" the seed in Twilight's mind.
Yes, there was a storm rising.
And this time, it wasn't just rain that would fall...

Author's Note

Well, I now have the rush that comes with starting a new story. Please give me your opinion, I could use a ton of feedback. Thanks,
Ruby-Lune