Lonely, lowly Draconequus

by Jade Crossroads

Rating: everyone
Tags: Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Fluttershy, Discord, Princess Celestia
Length: 1707

A short back story for Discord, however, Celestia is not the leader Equestria idols her as.

Discord is not the villain, not a monster as he is called, no Celestia, sun princess of Equestria, is far worse, in fact, she's the reason behind his existence, his need to spread chaos. Discord, a crooked immortal who only seeks balance.
(kind of similar to a free style poem, but it's not, some of it is meant to be as if it were a poem, but it is really a short, short, short story.

Also keep in mind that Fluttershy is only really hinted at and is only mentioned at the end, just as Luna is not a main concern of Discord's either, as he has his eyes, and revenge, on one pony in particular.

Published 2015-10-30 05:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-30 05:30:02 UTC

Lonely, lowly Draconequus

Author's Note

Before I continue with this story, I would like to point out that I do not own or claim any rights to the characters or the show they are derived from, My Little Pony.

( I know I got a little carried away, and it's not that centralized, but I couldn't wait!) Without further ado....enjoy!:twilightblush:

Lonely, lowly Draconequus

It had been many years since he had seen her.
The princess responsible for spreading all this…..
this…. “Harmony” throughout the lands. He had seen it happen, all of it, though he was helpless to stop it. And now, everyone he knew, gone in flash of bright light. They were few really at that point, but what did he expect? She had asked them to leave the land, to abandon their way of life.
She killed my entire race, and for what? Harmony?

~~All for the sake of Harmony.~~

And what is Harmony? Is everything Celestia refers to as harmonic really have anything to do with Harmony? No, true harmony, is balance, something that she has never believed in, all too fond of her own path of corruption.

Not the harmonizing notes of song, nor the brilliance of the sun and moon as they would have you believe.

As she would have everyone believe, including her sister.

She even sentenced her to a little vacation on the moon If I've heard correctly. It’s hard to get any information when everypony loathes your very name, let alone your existence. Being encased in stone for a thousand years did little to keep me up to speed with the development.

I hear her sometimes when she comes to the garden, thinking I can’t hear. Or maybe she simply doesn’t care, she says that some day soon I will help her. She would use my powers to some end......

And then get rid of me once and for all, as if I were nothing but a nuisance, kept alive only for being a convenient nuisance. Lucky me, not that she could bring about my end. I surpass her prowess in all things, she could never hope to rival me, much less stand as my equal.

I do not matter to her, nothing matters to her.

I am only a lowly draconequus, forget that I alone survived her extermination of my entire race!

….my family…..

Forget survival of the fittest, but then, she did seal me within a cold, immobile, unchanging fate, she trapped me in stone!
For an eternity! An eternity!

Disregard a century, the fact that I am immortal just the same as her, blast it all I hate that comparison!

Because when I think of immortal, at least ever since that fateful day, I see her face as she destroyed everything I held close, dearest to my heart.
As if it were her duty to pick and choose, to control whether another civilization was worthy of breathing the same air as her own.

I am the cruel, the disorderly, I am the heartless wretch am I?!

Am I truly the monster?

Harmony?

There is no such thing as “Harmony” at least, not in her sense.

Not in her subject’s sense.

Life itself was meant to be chaotic, unexpected events, and arguments every now and then, struggles.

Peace.

Yes, Peace, not “Harmony”, as in the balance between chaotic beside that which ponies have been falsely led to call Harmony.
That is true and utter harmony, a balanced scale of the orderly and disorderly, the way it should be.

But what do I know?

I am only a lonely, and taking it a step further, lowly draconequus.
So much has changed, so very much in my time.

I have outlived her, or at least I will have in the future. And I will continue to do so, so long as I carry out the task set out before me.
I have no choice but to wreak havoc everywhere, there would be no balancing out Celestia’s kingdom then, nothing.
And believe me, nopony wants that.

She wanted me to help her, and had I done so, I would have been destroying myself, and in the end, I would have been no better than her.
The day I help her is the day that nothing is left.

She thought she could rein in the resistance, but she never will.

As I said before, i will outlive her, and carry on with my work just as she had hers while she lives now.

I was not originally immortal, let’s just say….I had quite the acquaintances behind me in my time.
I do not wish to physically harm anypony, but that doesn’t mean I won’t leave scars, especially where it concerns the fabric of her precious little kingdom.
Not that I could ever have reached her with her pretty crown, not that I could have any effect on the heartless.

I do so love to see her mad however, and she will, continue to learn to fear me, I won’t stop, no, not for a second.
Not while we both still breath, and then not until I fade into nothing, I won't leave an imbalance upon the world. Not when I'm the only one able to fix it, to amend all she tore apart in her quest for power.

Unfortunately, It is no easy task, but I refuse to allow more harm to come, even if I am unwanted.

I don’t see ponies around me, I see puppets, I see her. I see how I make her seethe with anger, and watch as her temper boils.
I sit back and watch as she sits on her throne, and lets her pony folk scramble. Until she has seen enough.

I laugh when she acts serious, feigns the ever good queen, the wise ruler.

Her sister blinded by her, and the rest of the world bowing before her, awed by the very mention.

I hope Luna is not truly her shadow, perhaps I could enlist her help? Or maybe she is just too far gone.

I’m not saying my way is a good way, just that, well…. It’s my way of having fun with her, toying with her fear of me.

It's not only that, as the last of my race: “It is my duty to keep discord in the lands, to give my dead people a voice!”

My people are long gone and dead, and I am their voice.

I am merely a lonely, lowly draconequus.
I have seen the beginning, I watched it all happen,
watched it all crumble and fall.
And I will now see the end.
Helpless then, but no longer.
I alone can balance out the world’s scales, and still I am called a monster.

It has been many millennium since I have last seen the ivory alicorn, or her sister.
I know I brought about her untimely demise, but even that is a blur.

Or maybe it was her sister?

All I can remember is her death, and how her sister played some part in it.... how I told her, revealed to her the truth. She was horrified at what her once sweet sister had done, had been doing, was going to do.
She took a lot of convincing. But in the end, she recognized nothing of her beloved sister, she had become too twisted and power hungry.
Our solar princess didn't see it coming. She honestly thought that she still had everyone under her control.
She thought it impossible to break from her influence, but I never once fell for her lies.

And her sister....

She would not be so blinded a second time.

It's hard to say if we were right, if things could not have been done differently... but it has been done for centuries, and there is nothing we can do, not now. Or at least, not anymore.

I hope the Lunar princess is well, but she seemed too broken in spirit after the truth was revealed to go on.

I for one, could not, not when I learned to open dimensional portals, not when I saw 'her' again.
She was attacking another village, not my own, but another unsuspecting race on the outskirts of her Equestrian palace.

I was once weak and helpless, but I am no longer one to give in to fear, nor defeat.
For I have not know defeat these long years.

Now her people fear me. Now she loathes and aims to hunt me.
I rather like this turn of events, the roles are switched, and now, I can finally say, that no, there was nothing we could do.
She will never change.

This is the only thing I have left, and once it is done, so will I be.

I have no true purpose, only a goal, once it is gone, I will again be the lonely, draconequus.
But I will also be victorious! I will be at peace, and content with that which I have accomplished. Or maybe I will find another world, where I can help the weak, or free Celestia's people once more.

I do not know, it took me long to beat her here, and though I enjoy disharmony, I think a change of scenery would do me much good.

Perhaps one of those dimensions where she is... good?

I am sure there are some though I would believe there could never be such a side to her.

Perhaps, I will befriend somepony? I know one who accepted me, until her death, who lost her life to defend my actions.
Who gave her life so that many more could live on, free of tyranny and deception.
Cotton candy clouds have never been so beautiful until I knew her.
Her mane just the same color, and her brilliant yellow coat, shone like the true sun, though I wish for a better comparison.

I wish things could have turned out differently, but her death was as honorable, as I felt it painful.
As strong a message as it sent, as persistent the heart break.

I am Discord!

I am a lone draconequus,
I am the last of us,
I am not a monster

and I just might be a monster

but what does that make her?