Discord

by Fox

Rating: everyone
Tags: Tragedy
Length: 460

They say that history is written by the victors. What if the losing parties were responsible for it?

They say that history is written by the victors. What if the losing parties were responsible for it?

(Currently WIP)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-19 20:39:11 UTC

History, as written by the loser.

I'm evil.

No, really. Everypony says it, and if they don't say it, they think it. That absolutely must mean I'm evil, right? No matter that they never think why I'm evil, just that I am. "Chaos is scary! Chaos is bad." and drabble like that. Pity, really. We all had so much fun together! Oh, whatever did happen to all of those delightful little open minds that I loved so?

Hmm, yes! Yes, that's right. She happened. Always so uptight, couldn't take a joke to save a life. Stuck her nose where it didn't belong. I guess I have to give her credit, though. Without her at the start, I would have been bored right out of my mind! Wahahaha!

Oh dear, what am I saying? You don't even know who I'm talking about, so allow me to explain: she, her, the one that ruined my fun? Her name was Harmony. A stick in the mud by anypony's standards, I suppose you could call her my sister. I could call her a nuisance; a nuisance with a temper to boot! Neither of us really knew where we came from, or what we even were, really. We just sort of existed. Alone. A whole world full of nothing to call home sweet home. Pretty boring, right? Even Harmony thought as much! I guess she didn't like the lack of things to control and organise? Hahaha, who knows! Anywho, that didn't last long. See, we both realised that we could make things exist. Out of nothing at all! Anything, everything, whatever! It was absolutely wonderful! Just snap your fingers, snap snap, and poof! There it is.

But, of course, she couldn't just let me enjoy myself. Nooo. She had to force rules on it all. Make everything neat. Orderly. Dull. Needless to say, she and I didn't see eye to eye on the matter. It didn't take long for it to devolve into full-out war, what with her adorable little rage showing through. I find the whole "fighting" thing to be downright distasteful, so I avoided direct conflict if I could help it. Naturally she decided to do the next worst thing: she destroyed what I would create, or worse, mutilate it until it was just a drab parody of its better self. She was relentless, too. That must have went on for eons!

That was, until I had a most delightful idea: she was as cold as stone, why not make it official? She looked quite nice a statue, too.

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With the little buzzkill out of the way, the oyster was my world, or something to that effect. Not to say that I didn't have quite the "mess" to clean up, but