My limbs are trapped in stone. Oddly enough, I'm not cold. Even if it IS winter, my body somehow stays warm. I don't hate that. I used to hate warmth with a passion. I used to hate everything except my namesake. Discord, chaos, utter bat-crap insanity. Whatevs. I don't hate anything now. Of course, all I can feel is warmth, and all I see is the castle that I had so fervently tried to destroy, and all I can think about is her. Celestia, the princess, Tia, my old flame. I used to date her, as many of the stories you no doubt read have told you. However, let me clear something up. Me and Tia never... well... fucked. There. Glad to know you won't think that anymore and make your absolutely disgusting art based around that idea. I mean, good lord. Even I never dreamt of things like THAT. Well, then again I never dreamt until I was put into stone for the second time. I never slept, at least. Last time I was put in this granite prison, I stayed awake 24/7, 365, 1000 plotting my revenge. And I was released and put my brilliant plan into action. The only time I even thought about Tia is when I saw her. And even then my thoughts were only consumed with my plan. I was the puppeteer. All of Equestria was my audience. And the fair residents of Ponyville were my puppets. I was amazing. And absolutely terrible. I was a monster! Now, before you think I've realized the error of my ways, I still have a slight twinge at the back of my mind telling me to break free and destroy this puny nation. But I refuse to do so. I'd prefer to wait. I may even break free just to ask for this nation's forgiveness. They wouldn't believe me, of course. Why should they? I'm an omnipotent being whose sole purpose was to cause disorder and chaos. I was born to lie and cheat my way through my existence.
But it wasn't always like that. About... Oh, let's say 2357 years ago, I was introduced to Tia. She was a foal. Young, full of boundless energy. I was only a newborn, if you could say that. As I wasn't truly BORN I can't say I was a newborn. More like... A new creation. A being formed from the very sands of time and the winds of Tartarus! However, it just so happened that I was created, and then sent into the middle of a god-forsaken forest next to the royal castle. I remember a pair of bright eyes appearing, and a pair of forelegs picking me up and setting me on her back, and her running, carrying me towards the castle. I knew that was not my purpose. I wasn't supposed to be the plaything of a young princess. But I didn't mind. It was her eyes. Those beautiful, pinkish-purplish-whatever the hell they were eyes. And her flowing mane, too, but to a much, much, much lesser degree. She took me straight to the queen of the land. The queen actually quit being the queen 200 years after I arrived, which is like a matter of weeks for immortals, so I sorta felt responsible. It kind of sucked. On the day Tia was crowned ruler of the land, I had grown considerably. I was the same size as Tia, and grew at the same rate she did. She had accepted me as her friend, and I enjoyed that. I had been accepted as the royal scribe. This was, of course, well before she started accepting students to scribe for her, or dragons that can send letters by setting them ablaze. Man, when the dragon population found out they could do that, the spam must have been relentless! I'm getting off-track. I wrote everything she asked me to, wrote letters, wrote notes, drew... I drew her a lot. Some of them were somewhat risqué, most were innocent. Oh, the day she found all of my drawings was both a day of shock and amazement for her. She had called my drawings the most beautiful things anyone had ever drawn. I remember my face being a deep shade of crimson after that, and an even deeper shade with the kiss that followed. It was only a peck on the cheek, but it was the most intimate moment in my short life, and it was extremely wondrous. I had many more intimate moments with her later on in life, but remember what I said earlier. I have never gotten THAT close. I would have given anything to have gotten so close to her that we could consummate our love. But, alas, I never did.
We chatted about matters of the nation, shared our deepest fears, told each other stories, it was brilliant! And then Luna was born. It was 540 years after Tia and I first met, and we had both grown into what most ponies and other beings, such as yourselves, would call teenagers. She seemed to be the same height and build as a 15 year old mare, when she was, by my knowledge, 1000 or so. When her sister was born, we both came up with the name. Since Celestia seemed to glow like the day, and the newborn princess seemed to be as dark as night, we named her Luna. Strange how later on they controlled their respective names. Celestia controlled a celestial body, Luna controlled a lunar body. Named that way completely by accident, I assure you. The former queen said they would rule equally when Luna was old enough, which I found fantastic. We needed a third party to play Truth or Dare, Tag, and other games. Turned out she was amazing at hide and seek, but couldn't play tag to save her life. We were technically teenagers, but we acted like children. It felt wonderful. Tia's relationship with me grew more romantic, with us sharing kisses, hugs, nights in each others beds (but remember what I said), and the occasional night sleeping under the stars. And then, 1500 years ago, she told me that she was being forced to marry another.
I was shocked and enraged. I asked who he was, and when she told me, I went to find him. I killed him. That was the first reason I lost favor with her. The second was sprung up from that. When I killed him, a great surge went through my body. I began to realize my horrid destiny. I went mad when I realized that I was going to be the harbinger of death to this world if I didn't stop myself. And I didn't. I waged a war with the nation for 500 years, every town cowering in fear of me. And then, 500 years after I had killed her groom to be, she imprisoned me in stone. And for 1000 years I thought of revenge. Damn my mind. Revenge wasn't right. I would just get imprisoned again. What I needed was forgiveness. I didn't know this beforehand, and still set out on my unholy crusade. Wow, that's an oxymoron if I ever saw one. Oh, dear lord, she is right in front of me. The entire time I've been telling you this, she's been watching me. I'm glad she can't read minds.
"I can hear your thoughts, Discord." she says. Damn.
"And... You don't believe a word of them, do you?" I think, sincerely hoping she doesn't.
"Oh, I do. I'm amazed you remember all of that. And I'm happy you want forgiveness. I... I miss those days of old. I wish I could free you without the entire nation thinking you had brainwashed me." she says, sighing and looking up at the stars.
"Or that I'm a liar." I add. This brings a smile to her lips. Her entire face brightens as she gets an idea.
"Maybe I can. I'll free you, and I'll say you had forgotten all of your life. Even the good parts." she says. I'd be smiling if I wasn't frozen in stone.
"Brilliant, Tia. Absolutely brilliant." I think. I suddenly feel a weight being lifted off of my shoulders, and the stone around me crumbles. I fall to the ground. I had been imprisoned less than the first time, but I had still forgotten most of my basic functions. I look up at Tia, shining like the sun, and feel a rush of blood to my head. I stand up and hug her. Oh how I've missed your embrace, Tia...
It's been a year since that day. I've already been accepted by the nation, and me and Tia have had two beautiful children. They are twins, and they resemble their grandmother. They will grow into fine leaders. I've already got several students to teach of the monsters of this world and how to defend themselves from them. The young Fluttershy is helping me in that endeavor. I'm glad I changed, that I'm no longer a being of chaos. I am complete. My destiny has been avoided. I have already discovered your world, and found a way into it. Don't be surprised if you see strange, wide-eyed ponies wandering the streets, or if the rain is a bit darker than usual. That's just me trying to relieve the slight pangs of chaos at the back of my mind. I hope you can find a way into our world as well, so you can enjoy the harmony that has been created. Tia is as happy as ever, and Luna and her beau, a guard named Andrew, are expecting their first-born any day now. I hope you remember all that I've said. I surely will try to keep myself out of trouble.
But who's to say I'll succeed? Heh, heh, heh...
