They Were Always There

by Caffeinated Pinkie

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Dark, Sad
Length: 754

As a loosely called God of Chaos, Discord isn't as perceptible to chaos magic as the next draconequus. That unfortunately includes memory wiping spells.

Discord, being the chaotic conqueror he is, isn't very affected when chaos magic is used on him. When he is in one of his many dreams inside of the statue, he finds a part of his memories that he didn't even know existed, locked away from him. Many dark secrets, evil deeds, and gummy bears were released along with his memories that will certainly cause quite a bit of chaos… But what are the consequences?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-29 17:19:44 UTC

Caged

Statues. Statues everywhere. I'm not a big fan of statues. Something is frightening about those lifeless eyes. The unmoving limb and twisted faces... A shudder ran down my spine.

What can I say? After being turned to stone the second time, I started to dislike them. Well, my statue was an exception. How can anyone not admire a statue of me?

But I digress. The problem with statues is their finality. The one pose that they are crafted from and completely static. What is the purpose of life if not to change? To have emotions and experiences. But without these things, life is completely monotonous. Nothing can or will ever be changed based on actions committed by said creature. Without change there is nothing. Even things like harmony (blegh) are impossible. So now you know why I hate statues so much. That and the Doctor Hooves show.

Suddenly, all the statues disappeared and were replace with dancing mangoes. Now from the spectators seat my two clones and I rose a card with a number on it. After the score was passed, the mangoes rolled dejectedly off the stage and into an alligator's mouth. Wait how is that even... Oh. This is embarrassing. I'm dreaming. Usually I can easily tell I am in a dream and have control over it, but with all the chaos magic floating around lately, my powers are a teeny tiny bit out of control.

What? You thought that I'm some all powerful god? As much as your statements flatter me, I cannot confirm nor deny. I personally would not say I am a god since I can suffer fatal wounds and am not all powerful or all seeing. I'm more of a god's right man hand. You know, his home-god. I simply channel chaos through me, but I'm feeling a bit bloated at the moment. And very jittery. Unfortunately for me, I happen to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or actually, inside a rock entirely.

Enough of that, I snapped my fingers and acquired a pair of 3D glasses and some popcorn. The couch that sat me down on it began moving forward slowly. The couch picked up speed and before long was zooming past lights and screens floating in the dreamscape. Each one was a different memory from my past. Quickly reliving many of them, I felt sadness, love, heartbreak, excitement, and many other emotions. Some of the screens even managed to get some water splashed on my face. I felt the droplets travel down my face.

I made it a requirement for myself to relive the majority of my memories at least once a month to keep sane as a statue. But it was also to keep me from falling into a deep and uncontrollable rage. I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me.

Along my trip down memory lane, I spotted something strangely out of space. A row of bars cut off a room filled with obscured screens. I instantly realized what this was. I could feel my calm growing which I knew would not help me to think irrationally. To solve this problem I needed to get angry so that I could easily think less clearly. Rational thinking never solved any of my problems in the past.

"WHO THE BUCK USED A CELESTA-DAMNED MEMORY WIPING SPELL ON ME!" Oh dear, I ope I didn't bring any harm to your eardrums with my Royal CanterLock.

After using my fair share of memory wiping spells on others (and myself after some particularly monotonous and tedious time periods), I know full well what an incomplete or failed one looks like. This spell was no different. Well, no time like Limbo to figure out what's been locked away.

It wasn't a very competent lock, for me obviously. For anypony not so experienced at chaos magic, it would have been nigh impossible. Thankfully, I was the local distributer of disharmony and chaos so I knew plenty. A few minutes later, the door burst open and I strolled in. Memories instantly came flooding back to me. Many of them made no sense, even for me, and others were truly horrifying. If I didn't know better, I'd assume I erased my own memories to keep myself from insanity.

The wide range of emotions I felt from anger to sadness to humility to blood lust, gave me that extra push of chaos that sent me off the ledge. Or out of the statue I should say.