Sand on the Doorstep

Hello Equestria. Did you miss me? The sun had nearly set as a pale grey unicorn in a black cloak made his way out of the forest. Because I've missed you. Black was his hood and black was his soul, twisted and corrupted by powers too ancient and unspeakable for words. He was a bringer of turmoil and despair, a beacon of hate and revilement. Many are the worlds across which he has sown the seeds of discord, but it was this one which had left the greatest impact on him. His defeat at the hooves of such unlikely creatures as these had left him desperate for revenge.

The first time he had ventured to this world he had been pleasantly surprised by what he found. A simple place, controlled by a monarchy of sorts. Monarchies were generally the perfect place to sow chaos, usually with gestures as simple as whispering in the king or queen's ear. Walter had had quite a bit of experience with that sort of thing, having had a hand in the fall of countless kingdoms throughout a myriad of worlds. Yet not a single one of those had been anything like what he had found here. When he had first entered this realm he found that it was already ripe with chaos; all of which stemmed from the very being which ruled over it as its king.

Those had been good days. At first the creature upon the throne had been hesitant to speak with some strange, red earth pony who came before him, hooded and cloaked and completely unafraid. But Walter o'Dim was not one to be turned away, gaining the trust of those with power had always been one of his greatest skills. When the monster realized that this stranger in black was unaffected by his magic, his quickly became curious of how such a creature had come to stand before him. And it was in that moment that the high lord of discord and anarchy took on the advisor who would serve him for the remainder of his reign, right up to the day that he was cast down from his throne. And it was in that moment, when his temporary master was turned to stone, that Walter found himself hurtling out of this colorful, young world. The door he had used to enter was locked to him forever and his attempt to seize one of the most powerful artifacts in all the realms ended in failure.

Yet here he stood once more; with a new body, a new doorway, and a new monarchy to toy with. His mission remained the same, for the failure of that first venture into Equestria had troubled his mind constantly since his banishment. The thought of failing his master, or more accurately the fear of what would become of him should he fail again, was something that haunted him every waking moment. And the dreams only made it worse. Images of the horrors and tortures which awaited him in his true King's realm. No, he could not fail this time. The Lime would be his, and nothing was going to stop him from returning it to its rightful place in La Casse Roi Russe.

But why stop there? Why simply claim the ball and leave well-enough alone? There was a grand kingdom spread out before him just waiting to be turned inside out. Discord may have taken his final bow, but the new ruler was sure to be far more fun to control anyway. There had never been any challenge in dealing with that amalgamation of discarded animal bits, he was chaos incarnate and was always open to suggestions for new ways to torment reason. But whoever had taken his place would undoubtedly be less inclined to such anarchistic, self-destructive tendencies. And lets face it, any good ruler needs a councilor or two.

The unicorn made his way out of the shadow of the trees, taking in the world around him with a seemingly heart-felt respect. His horn began to glow, a deep red light which distorted the air around it. The color of his cruel, jesting eyes; the color of fresh-spilled blood. A moment later the light was gone and so was he, rushing off over hills covered by twilight. The moon was rising, nearly full and exceedingly beautiful, it filled the crested the hills just as the cloaked stallion did. And as his laughter bounced echoed through the surrounding valleys, it was the moon who first bore witness to the beginning of the a new age of discord. The laughing creature was merely the prod which would start things off. He was the gust which would tear the banner. And he was the spark which would ignite all of Equestria. So as the moon rose into the night sky, only to be choked out by the smoke from a burning tree at the edge of the forest, perhaps we may see what is in store for the rest of the world in what we are witnessing here.