Chapter 53: Discordant Company

The snow crunched under me, barely audible from the howling winds as flakes of snow pelted off my exposed skin. I tried to cover as much of myself as I could, but my face and hands were starting to go numb. I had been walking through the storm for a few minutes now but it’s felt like forever. Visibility was nearly zero, and I couldn't make out any more houses through the falling snow.

’Maybe I should have stayed and waited it out... I didn’t think it would get this bad’

Just as I began to consider turning around and trying to find my way back, the sound of the storm stopped, and so did the snow hitting my skin. Confused, I looked up to find something very strange.

The storm hadn’t stopped. If anything, it was actually getting even worse. The snow, however, wasn’t making it all the way to me but instead stopping mere feet from where I stood. It was like a large bubble had surrounded me and was warding off the harsh weather, and as much as I appreciated it, it still left me confused at how it was possible.

Before I could question it any further however, there was a bright flash behind me and a gravely voice spoke up.

“My my! Out alone in the cold AGAIN are we?” Spoke the voice as I spun around to meet it.

What I saw... I can’t even fully comprehend. This... thing, looked like an amalgamation of so many different animals all haphazardly strung together. Perhaps his biggest features were his long slender brown body, ending in a pony shaped head with two different kind of horns. Not to mention a long fang that stuck out of only one side of it’s mouth.

Taking a step back out of shock, I looked him over while he smiled at me. “What... the hell are you?” I asked as he put one of his... Hands, up to his chest and spoke up.

“Such rudeness! And even after I gave you that delightful jacket I made with my very own claw.” He exclaimed as he snapped his fingers, creating a brown jacket with a picture of him on the right side of it. “See, look I made another.” He finished with a bit of a chuckle.

Shaking my head and squinting my eyes a bit, I looked him over. “I... I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked a bit more politely.

He gave a little smile and snapped his claw hand again, causing the jacket to disappear this time.

“Me? Oh well I’m Discord! GOD of chaos!” He exclaimed proudly. “I believe we havn’t formally met.” He added as he stretched out his non claw hand towards me.

I looked at it for a second before slowly reaching forward with my own hand. “My name is Jake CaAHHHH!” I shouted out as I jumped back the moment my hand made contact with his.

He rolled back, floating in the air and going into a laughing fit. As he did so I noticed an electric buzzer on his palm, and I rolled my eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not the child of chaos?” I asked annoyed.

He wiped away a tear as he stifled the last of his laughter and shook his head. “Oh come now. It’s just a bit of harmless fun.” I rubbed my hand a bit as he composed himself and cleared his throat. “Besides I already know who you are. I’ve been watching you for quite some time, although the last few moths have been quite... dull.” He said as he lurched over a bit and huffed.

I looked at where the sweater had been and back to Discord, before pointing to his claw. “How did you do that?” I asked.

He looked at me with a raised brow, before bringing his hand up. “What, this?” He said as he started snapping his fingers.

As he did, an object appeared infront of him and kept changing with each snap. First it was the sweater, then a paddle, a gold ball, a small flag, it just went on and on.

I waved my hand infront of me, getting him to stop. “Yes... THAT.”

He shrugged and gave a small smile. “Magic.” Was his simple response.

“Magic...?” I asked with a deadpan stare.

He just nodded, and smiled a bit wider, apparently finding my confusion amusing.

“Whatever.” I stated, “You said you knew me, correct?” I asked annoyed.

“Like the back of my claw.” He said as he spun his hand a whole 360 degrees. “Or maybe the front...” He finished with a whisper.

Almost at the end of my patience, I let out a huff. “ANYWAY... if you knew me then you must have known what happened to me. Could you please fill me in because im at a loss here.” I asked motioning around me.

Nodding slowly, he scratched his beard. “Ah yes... the events leading up to your... ahem... amnesia. Terrible business that, but was a necessary risk.”

I shot him a questioning glare. “What do you mean a necessary risk?”

Clearing his throat, he started to walk around the area of the bubble as he circled me. “Well you see, ever since my reformation as they call it, I havn’t been able to really be myself lately.” He began as he started to flap his mismatched wings and hover around the bubble. “However, when you came along... my oh my did the chaos follow! So I watched you for quite some time. Made sure not to interfere though. At least... not too much.”

He continued to circle around the bubble, until he suddenly stopped infront of me. “Not long ago you got terribly hurt and fell into a nice, long nap. I thought ‘Drat! I guess it’s back to watching the boring mundane life of the Princesses again.’ But then it hit me! If I help you get better, I’d not only get to continue watching you... but score some trust points with the Princesses! it’s a win-win!” He said with a huge smile as he raised both his arms, causing confetti to shoot out from nowhere and all over the white snow.

I furrowed my brow, and looked up to him. “So... you healed me?” I asked getting him to let out a quick Mmhm. “Then... why do I not remember anything?” I asked getting him to stop cheering.

He made a couple waving motions with his hands, and gave a small chuckle. “Oh no big deal, when you got hurt you were dead for roughly an hour. But nothing I couldn’t fix!” He said as my eyes widened. “Ah but! Before you panic, you needn't worry... nothing else is wrong. Just those pesky memories of yours.” He said as I looked down at the snow. “Well... I COULD help you get them back.” He said as I looked back up hopeful.

“How?” I asked getting him to rasp his fingers together.

“Weeeeeeell... It wont be pleasant. The only way to get them back would be to resurface a powerful memory.” He said as I squinted at the ground, trying to remember anything about my past. “It needs to be something rooted deep in your mind. Something that changed you forever, and I believe I have Just the memory. I hope you don’t mind but I spent a little time digging through your noggin while you were asleep and found a memory I couldn't access alone... but it was exuding some POWERFUL emotions.” He said with cooky grin.

I looked at him appalled, but quickly hid it as I thought it over.

’If he really can help me get my memory back... it’s worth a try’ I thought to myself as I could see him looking at me with anticipation. ’Surely nothing in my memories could be that bad... right?’

A few minutes of silence went on between us, and I very nearly considered declining. He looked at me with a bit of impatience, and just as he went to say something, I spoke up.

“Okay.”

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