Centuries ago, when Equestria was still young, Discord the draconequus arrived to the new land of ponykind.

With power and skill unlike anything seen in generations, he took over the entire land in mere hours, submerging the young nation in chaos for months.

The Spirit of Chaos proved to be unbeatable to anything ponykind could throw at him, until the Elements of Harmony were given to Luna and Celestia. Then he was beaten surprisingly easy; mostly because he didn't realize what the alicorns were truly wielding.

In a mix of justice and revenge, Discord was imprisoned in stone for all of eternity, condemned to be nothing more than an ornament in the Royal Gardens. As centuries passed, he was forgotten, remembered only by a select few.

But he was still there, trapped in endless darkness...

Well, actually it's not darkness. It's more like nothing; a total and complete absence of any object, being, dessert, color, shape, taste.

"Yes, yes, yes, we know, Discord; we are here with you. Unless you eperience it, no one can understand true nothingness."

And, surprisingly, he wasn't trapped alone.

"Does anyone keeps track of how long we've been here?"

"Meridian, we lost count so long ago that we don't remember when we lost count."

"Among other things. Many things, in fact."

"But I still remember who did this to us. When we leave, I will devour those alicorns!"

A collective groan resounded in the stone head, the groan given to a conversation repeated so many times it made you want to strangle the speaker.

"Nidhogg, you're a spirit; you can't eat."

"Discord can!"

"He's in a vegetarian phase, remember? Right now he doesn't eat fish, rabbits, cows, sheep, birds, ponies, whales..."

"Shut up, Eris; I swear you're making me hungrier."

"Well, that proves that you're crazy, Nidhogg. Inside this stupid rock you can only feel the cold of winter and the endless burning of our magic."

"Are you implying that you're sane, Eris?"

"What?! Chaos, no! What are you saying, Silver?"

Yes, the Spirit of Chaos wasn't alone in his head. Not out of madness, mind you.

Discord had two options: either ignore the talk of his fellow, tortured spirits-whom he sometimes hated more than the alicorns who had trapped them in stone,- or ignore the burning, all-consuming flame that his magic had turned into after so many centuries in their prison.

A curious thing about chaos magic is that it wants to be used; if you don't, it starts to itch, the feeling growing more and more bothersome until you yielded to its whims.

His stone prison, unfortunately, made such an action almost impossible.

Only in his dreams-thank the Primordial Chaos that he could still dream-he could spend that accumulated magic. Though he could merely spend a few sparks, barely calming the hungry beast that his power was now; the eternal companion he loved and hated at the same time.

But now, he needed to focus on the question. The question that would define it all...

What to ignore?

His magic, or his companions on this eternal torture?

He could always go to sleep and ignore both.

Yes, it was better to take option number three and go to sleep...

In his dreams, he always managed to escape one way or another. He could live again, and do whatever he wanted... before waking up in the nothing that was his current denial of life. It was cruel and depressing, but that was his day to day now.

He sometimes mused if those two alicorns would care about how much it sucked to be him now. Having in count that they were enemies, and they were the ones that put him in there in the first place, it seemed quite unlikely event, even for someone like Discord.

The tree that was the most likely source of the Elements was probably just as uncaring, if it had simply let his imprisonment stand. Harmony my tail. More like apathy...

Putting said musings and potential but realistically useless plans of revenge on the side for the moment, he focused on what seemed to be the beginning of his dream.

A sound going through the seal. Ponies arguing. Because Chaos forbid other species moved into Equestria.

But that wasn't important. The sound was something familiar, and quite useful for his current situation:

Conflict. Disharmony!

Finally, a new beginning! About time, imagination.

The emotions coalesced in the air, invisible to all but some emotivores and magic users like himself. He grabbed it with incorporeal arms and spun it in his mental palm like a ball. It wasn't much, but it was enough for what we had planned.

He aimed to the seal -Wow, this thing could use a renovation; it's full of fissures- and threw the ball of conflict and arguing at it.

The sphere passed right through it, leaving a metaphorical ball-shaped hole before disappearing in the distance, way beyond his current field of view.

All those conflictive emotions ended up hitting an arguing couple, making them angrier at each other and fanning the flames of their growing fury. This discussion would be the last straw on their relationship, destroying any chance of them starting a family and dooming any potential children to oblivion.

But that's not important right now.

I wonder what awaits me this time...

As the seal fell apart like broken glass, cracks growing all over the statue as purple light filtered through, reducing the column he was standing on to dust. His petrified body began to levitate as the Gardens trembled and bowed before the Spirit.

Freedom was so close, he could taste it... and he wasn't going to wait a second longer.

With a roaring thunder, the statue exploded as Discord turned into pure magic and shot himself upwards, straight as an arrow and fast as lightning. The shockwave he left behind shook Canterlot to its roots... and drenched Celestia in hot sauce.

The Spirit of Chaos, now a purple lightning of chaos magic, rose higher and higher, leaving the world behind and reaching the vastness of space.

"Woohoo! Faster!" Eris cheered as they zoomed past the spheres of light that served as the stars of the night sky. Ignoring them for now, Discord accelerated even more, passing through the limit of the magical nebula enveloping the planet, the sun and the moon. The real universe was now before him: a seemingly endless void that begged to be filled.

Who knows how long he wandered, changing direction in a whim.

Red eyes stared at the sky, following a trail only she could see disappearing beyond her world.

So you are finally back, Discord. I guess it was too much to ask for you to stay away. But is your return another of your whims, or something more serious?

Shaking her head, she turned around and walked away. You better not force me to act; I have better things to do than to deal with you.

When he grew tired of flying, the draconequus stopped. Around him, floating in the eternal void between stars, there was incredibly huge amounts of dust. Dispersed, sure, but nothing that a little chaos couldn't fix.

Discord turned material again, put on a painter's hat and went to work.

Hours were spent shaping a nebula, using every speck of space dust that crossed his path. Hundreds of colors, millions of shades, all forming innumerable figures and scenes that came from his imagination. It was a relief to get rid of his magic's itch; and he did not stop until the last bit of that nagging feeling disappeared from his body.

Satisfied, Discord contemplated his masterpiece: the most beautiful nebula in the galaxy.

A black tower stood proudly in a land forever covered in snow, fire and ice dancing around in an endless cycle even as beams of every color fell upon it.

Rivers of light fell over the void, mixing and splitting without pattern and spreading in every direction.

A storm raged over a mountain, wind and lightning trying to overcome the unbending rock.

The rainbow star, mightiest of them all, consumed the world with its tendrils of light.

Ice cream monsters fought against spaguetti serpents as hamburguer knights jumped into the fray.

A purple cat watched a desert stretching across the horizon, while the sand moved with the wind in hypnotic swirls.

... Doesn't that cat look familiar?

"Well, now that you mention it ..."

"I have it on the tip of my tongue."

"...Nope, doesn't ring a bell."

"You always had a bad memory, Zero."

"I know I saw it before ... But where? Eris, Nidhogg, Do you recognize it?"

"Not at all."

"Was it someone I ate?"

The other spirits groaned at that last comment. With Nidhogg it was always about food.

After a few minutes, Discord gave up. Well, I'll remember it later. Now what do I do before I wake up?

The other spirits were silent for a few seconds before exploding with laughter.

"You don't know?"

Know what? The others simply laughed harder.

"Do we tell him, Zero?"

"Nah; let him find out by himself, Eris."

You know I hate it when you act like that. Discord complained, but let it pass; when his head's tennants were acting mysterious, there was no way to make them state what 'obvious' thing he had missed.

Ok, ok, the comedy show's ove. Let's use the time we have. Does anyone have an idea?

"Revenge!"

"...Not a bad idea, Nidhogg." The other spirits of chaos agreed.

Then it's decided. It's time to visit those two. The eight spirits erupted in laughter. Evil laughter.

Luckily there was no one to heard them, or an unimaginable terror would have manifested in them as the mother of all chills.

Because Discord's laugh was typical, and even admirable from a certain point of view. But the other seven? Seemed like they were out the worst of nightmares; deep, terrifying, ominous, evil... and any other adjective fitting for such descriptions.

Author's Note

Ok, I translated it (the original one is in spanish), improved the errors (curse you, Google Translate!) and expanded it.

This is the start of a series i've been planning for a while: The Last Spirit of Chaos. With my own take on Discord and other things, filling blanks and probably going AU-ish by the time of the season 4 finale.

I hope you like it, and don't forget to comment.