Hidden Depths

Alas, is that light truly worth fighting for? All that hob-nob about the end of a tunnel and light is  a wishy-washy myth. Not to mention this light is delivered in a full spectrum. Doesn't help that this is a fate worse than death...

I do wonder how Celestia decided to seal others away so easily. Her sister was banished with such ease that even I, at the time, felt a tidbit of shock. Not in horror, but in utter glee! She banished her sister without so much as a second thought, only to have an all-too-easy moment of retribution upon the return of her true sister...

Pah! How dare they ignore the laws of emotions! The nerve of that Luna-tic to disband the sweet, lovely chaos built up inside her over the course of a few seconds because of some meagre little 'Friendship' buzz going around. Even now, that same idea of friendship and harmony amongst the world is disgusting.

But as Chaos is a necessity to this world, so is Harmony. One cannot exist without the other, I suppose... but is it really so bad to ask 5,000 years of Chaos in return for the 5,000 years of Harmony granted in my prior banishment? Apparently so, as the ever-so-large party pooper, Celestia, decided that keeping the balance of Harmony and Chaos out-of-whack is the way to be. That very same idea is what caused her to imprison her dear old sister in the first place.

But as Harmony was, or rather, is, I am now being turned to stone once more.

Is a little bit of fun ever so bad? Is it so bad that one must be banished for eternity? Same goes to that grim petty princess' sister. A temper tantrum and a little bit of jealousy and backtalk to her sister and she responds by banishing her sister for – what turned out to be 1,000 years – eternity!

And I thought I was one for disproportionate retribution. I suppose Celestia will banish something for eternity for putting too much salt in the cornflakes next. Maybe then shall I have something who would love to indulge in chaos with I.

This brings me to my next point. Would I need friends? Of course not! I am one for Chaos and Chaos is a solo sport. I do enjoy an opponent from time to time, but not if the opponent cheats by using the Elements of Harmony. If only one would play by my rules for a change, then maybe I would allow Celestia to have some of her precious 'Harmony' and 'Friendship' rule for a while. Maybe next time, I can negotiate her into allowing me to rule for a couple hundred years. Just to satisfy that insatiable itch on my part and so I won't be so coarse next time.

Hmph! The chance of Celestia listening to reason is lower than my chance at corrupting Fluttershy through traditional means! She wouldn't listen to her own kin about the jealousy, what would make her listen to yours truly?

This feeling reminds me of why Celestia does not listen to me. It reminds me of why I cannot coexist with that solar brute. This feeling... of being turned to stone. I am becoming stone, the display of Discord. I am not one creature. Celestia cannot have that in her symmetrical and perfect, ideal society, yet it's perfectly fine for her to retain a total monarchy against the world itself. 16 hour days and an 8 hour night, oh the hypocrisy begs the question, “Why, oh why can't we let that one Draconequis of beautiful Discord run around to do his thing?” The answer is simple: Celestia has an ego to maintain and, oh, we can't have that getting damaged. We can't have that in her perfect society.

The truth to why it's so perfect? It matches Celestia's ideas. Luna's nights only rival the daytime in length in the winter. The cold, unforgiving winter. The time where everypony wants to stay in. The time where the sky is constantly blocked out by clouds, and snow...

O, thy dear Luna, I share ye pain whilst I suffer the torment of an eternal slumber. This long, cold slumber of stone being mocked at by ponies for generations once more. I won't be surprised if Celestia seals you for eternity once more.

However, I will be surprised if I ever see the light of night. Or day. Or chaos. Surely, Celestia will stash me elsewhere this time. Maybe she'll set me on the moon where nothing can cause any chaos to rupture my prison. Nothing isn't very good at creating chaos, but sometimes, something can be obtained from nothing. Those fellows after the Great Elixer Stone shall be furious at this revelation.

Ah, the looks on their faces... the sheer glee they will surely gain afterwards... do they not realize that this is something not even I would do to another? Celestia saw fit to seal her sister in the moon, her sister, upon her return, sealed her in the sun. Did I ever seal Celestia in stone upon my return? Heavens no, I left her to do her own thing. I let her stay out because I know the truth. Stone prison? Hahaha! What a torturous experience. And now...

Yes, it's true, isn't it...? I am being turned to stone. Why? How did my plan fail this time? I only wanted equality. To pay back for the 5,000 years of peace and tranquillity. That bit about harmony? Heavens no, harmony is about balance. I... I don't want this.

This can't possibly be happening, can it? It's my subconscious taking charge of the tricks. Yes. After I gather myself, the looks on those ponies and the princess shall be golden and then we'll have a good ol' fashioned laugh. We'll have a party with chocolate rain, and cotton candy clouds.

But why isn't this stopping? I'm still turning to stone. The light is surrounding me. It is not at the end of a tunnel. It is enveloping me in it's deadly rays. This isn't a beam of harmony... it is a Rainbow of Darkness. It shall cast me back into the stone prison from which Celestia demands I remain. It is making my world go dark. It is getting cold. The sun shall never shine upon my body or the chaos again. Ha ha, neither will the moon for that matter. I shall be forever... no. I can't. Not this again. This chaos can't end now. We can't sacrifice a necessity of this world for the sake of something as petty as maintaining Celestia's ego.

I can't accept this. I hate this. No. I don't... not the stone prison. I don't... this is horrible. I should be able to reject this. Maybe if I had a help... a friend? No! I am Discord! I do not need help, help is for those who cannot accept and coexist with the Chaos.

But why am I scared? I'm scared of the darkness. The darkness that many in this world deem chaos. I should be giddy! Positively ecstatic! I can conjure up my own chaos. I can make my own world. No, I can't... I forgot. I can't do anything in the darkness. I cannot take control of my sleep. I cannot be a lucid dreamer. My plan to restore the balance of Chaos and Peace has failed and now... I'm going back to the darkness.

I'm going to be alone.

Hahahaha! I'm going to be alone! In my darkness! No, I don't want that but, hey, do I have a choice? I must indulge! I must indulge in the alien chaos. I should be able to adapt... so why am I scared?

I'm going to be alone, that's why.

I'm not going to see the grimace of Celestia's ever again. I cannot see the mean old meanie mean pants Fluttershy again nor the crude liar, Applejack. I shall never see the faces of the many whom fall to my influence.

Because I'm going to be alone.

I'm fine. I'm not sure I want to stick around for the lovey-dovey friendship and peace Celestia's disgusting, uncouth reign of terror shall encompass. I'll stay here in this darkness. The darkness of a cold, stone prison. Hahahaha! Yes, I'll stay here. I'll be the king of my own little universe inside my head. I'll be here.

Where I am alone.

My entire body up to my neck is cold, coated in stone. That's fine. I'll be asleep soon in my eternal slumber. To Tartarus with the Equestrian lot! I'll relish in my chaos of nothing. I can do nothing else in nothing. Nothing can save me from the transformation into a stone statue once more.. I am doomed to relish in my... lovely? Yes, my lovely chaos of nothing. Doomed for one, simple, stupid, insignificant, universal truth of a lovely little, conjured by harmonic friends of Celestia's tyrannical, grim reason. The stone coffin encases my entire body now. It is going dark. The reason this is happening is simple:

I am alone.

**Notes:* This was requested.*

Thanks, Mr. Masato/Arby Works.