I was only 10 and I had no friends. Nopony would talk to me. They all stopped even acknowledging me. Sometimes it bothered and other times I didn't care. My mom never talked to me. No matter how hard I tried to get her to answer me she wouldn't do it. I never got used to it. She was a beautiful pony with a deep hue of purple for a coat and her mane and tail was black and purple. I tried to love her but she wouldn't love me back.
On a chilly autumn day she came into my room and stared at me then turned her head and walked off. I knew something was going to happen when she did that. She called me downstairs and said we were going for a walk so we did. We walked for hours until the sun had set we came to a strange, dark, and scary forest. She took me deep inside the forest not following a specific oath. We stopped in a small creepy clearing. I stared up at the beautiful moon and at the gnarled trees that seemed to be looming over me taunting me.
After staring at the moon for such a long time I went to tell my moon to look at the moon with me. But when my hand reached out and missed. I swung my head around and realized she wasn't there. I repeatedly yelled mom and ran through the tangle of roots and underbrush. Frantically yelling mom. I ran for what seemed like hours and called her name until my throat got hoarse.
Then I thought it was because she didn't want me she did this on purpose. The thought of it made me stagger backwards and hit against a rock. I was alone. I curled up on the ground alone, and cried. I slept and slept and when I was awake I stared at the sky not moving not saying anything. I broke inside. I decided no one wanted to be nice to me I wasn't going to be nice to the. I will get back at them no matter how long it takes.
I have been stuck in this rock for what has seemed as an eternity. One day I was still stuck when I heard the bickering occur around me. It was disharmony in the air and it helped release me. I felt the crack then the rock around me just full on broke into pieces. I stretched my aching limbs and bones. The feeling was so good after so long. I stared at the castle of Celestia with hate.
I know the story was short but it's about how Discord became evil.
The first memory I had was when I was 2. I was an oddball child. I was obviously not just one animal. I had no real parents but I had a foster mom. I don't think she liked me much. I was 2 and it was a hot august day, everypony was out playing and the sight of me made them run off or make fun of me. I walked up to some of them and said, "Hey, Can I join your game? What are you playing?" I heard one mutter Freak then they all laughed and ran off. I don't know why but this memory has stuck with me and I can never get it out of my mind.
I used to be so nice. I would help clean up for my foster mother, I can't remember her name I just called her mom but sometimes she would cringe when she heard me say it. We lived in Canterlot in one of the nicer houses. I didn't care much i'd rather be outside playing but only during the night. My mom she would call me in when I would wander out always yelling at me for wandering off without permission. As the years passed I became meaner. The bullying and fear from everypony did take it's toll on me. I became more and more inverted, keeping to myself. I used to go days sometimes weeks without saying a single word to anyone but they didn't seem to care. After another year sometimes I would cry by myself at night in my room.
When my mom went out she made sure she didn't wait for me. I would sit and stare out the window for hours crying, waiting for her to come home to me. I used to secretly hope she would play with me when she got home. The one time she did talk to me was to tell me that my horns just didn't look right together. I was excited when she said my name until I heard what she said. It hurt me deep inside to know i'll never be accepted.
