"Pappa?" called out a voice of a young boy. Or, to be exact, a young draconequus. The young draconequus was laying against his father, looking up into the sky, on a white cotton candy cloud.

The young draconequus had always knew that he looked odd. Draconequui have bodies that are made up of all kinds of animals. Although the variety of different kinds of body parts were usually matching, for example, both arms are the arms of bears while both legs are the legs of pandas, the young draconequus that was mentioned before was different. He was also considered different by others too.

He had the head of what seems like a horse or pony. He had deer antler on the right side of his head while the other side stood a goat's. He had one long fang sticking out. He had yellow eyes with red irises, but both irises were different sizes. He had a snake tongue. He had the right arm of a lion, the left claw of an eagle, the right leg of a lizard, and the left leg of a goat. He had the right wing of a bat and the left wing of a pegasus. His mane was black and resembled a horse's mane. He also had a dragon-like snake's tail with a white tail tuft. He also had white bushy eyebrows.

The young draconequus was laying against another draconequus, who was much bigger than he was considering he was an adult and had the body of an adult draconequus. This draconequus had the head of a horse, two deer antlers on his head, eyes with red irises (not yellow like the young draconequus's but instead white like normal eyes), two lion arms, two goat legs, a black goatee, black mane that resembles a horse's mane, and a snake tail. He also had black bushy eyebrows, similar to the young draconequus's.

"Hmm?" replied the father, which appears to be the one the young draconequus was laying against. "What is it, kiddo?"

"Why is the sky blue?" asked the young draconequus. "Why can't it be orange? Or green? Or pink?"

The father of the young draconequus chuckled at the silly little question. He always liked the way his son thought of things. "Who says that it can't be those colours?" replied the father. The young draconequus gave a look of confusion. "Wasn't the cloud we are currently laying on a real cloud instead of a sugary cotton candy one before? And actually rained tasteless water raindrops instead of sweet milk?"

"Eww. Water's gross. Milk tastes way better. I can't believe Mr. Order wouldn't listen to you when you pled to change all water sources to milk last week. What's the point of having a 'Suggestion Summit' when our suggestions won't even be granted?" said the young draconequus as he huffed in disappointment.

The father of the young draconequus patted his son's back as he saw the disappointment in his son's eyes. "Don't be sad, boyyo. We could probably find other ways to convince that butthead." The father pulled a piece of cotton candy of the cloud. He offered some to his son. "Want some cloud?"

The young draconequus giggled as he eagerly took the piece of cotton candy cloud. He stuffed some into his mouth. "Maybe we could convince him by telling him all the benefits of milk rain. Liiiiiiike,"

"When it rains and we're thirsty, we could just go under the rain, open my mouth and aaaa....." he opens his mouth and looks up in example "there. A delicious and refreshing beverage. Oh! We could also bathe in milk. Like, while we're bathing and we feel thirsty, we could drink some of the milk too. Or maybe when there's a drought and luckily Mr. Weather says that it's gonna rain that day, there! Milk! I mean, you could just snap drinks up into existence but, like, what if magic stopped working? No luck in getting milk then, wouldn't it?" said the young draconequus, as he rambled on and on of his ideas of the benefits of milk rain. His father just listened along, finding the ideas of his son not ridiculous like how other draconequus might think of it as, maybe a little silly, but overall interesting.

"-and maybe make the milk breathable. Like, maybe when someone falls into it, they won't drown but instead th-"

"Mr Harmony!" called a voice from below their cloud. The call instantly made the young draconequus stop his rambling about breathable milk as the voice sent a chill down both of the draconequi's spine. They knew whose voice that was. And the voice as tone didn't sound pleased at all.

Mr Harmony extruded his neck as he hung his head down and looked down below their cloud to have a view of the displeased Mr Weather. "Ahh.... Why hello there, Mr Weather. We were just talking about you." he said as he hung his neck over the cloud, wearing a smile. Mr Weather gave him a scowl. Mr Harmony dropped his smile as he knew that when Mr Weather was upset, you shouldn't mess with him.

Mr Weather had the head of a horse. He had two goat horns on his head. He had eyes with blue irises. He didn't have any wings of his own. He had white mane. He had cheetah-like arms and cheetah-like legs. To give the final touches, he even had a cheetah tail.

"What is the meaning of this?! Turning my beautiful clouds into this." he said, waving his cheetah paw at the cloud, gesturing to it.

The young draconequus hid behind Mr Harmony, afraid of, as what his father would call him, the 'terrifying grizzly', also known as Mr Weather.

"Why, can't you see? He's trying to find his special talent. I mean, what's a future god without a special talent? Isn't that right, boy?" he asked his son, who was scared but was trying hard to hold his composure.

"....Y-yeah......" was all the boy said. Mr Harmony pulled his son up front a little more, under his head, like the edge of the cloud, which made the young draconequus even more scared. One, because he was in full view of the displeased Mr Weather, and two, because he was afraid of falling. He may have wings but he haven't learned to use them yet.

"Is he even a future god?" asked Mr Weather.

"Why yes! Of course he is! What kind of a question is that?" replied Mr Harmony, sounding offended. "Tell him boy, what do you think you'll be the future god of?" he asked his son. The young draconequus looked up at his father's face. The father smiled an encouraging smile to him. He smiled a little as he had this confidence back.

"Uhhhhh......OH! I WANNA BE THE GOD OF......" he shouted out loud excitedly. Until he remembered that he was talking to Mr Weather. "........milk." he said a little quieter as he gave a nervous little laugh at the end.

The father just nodded his head. "He wants to be the god of milk." he repeated as he held onto his son's shoulder as a sign of a job well done.

Mr. Weather just raised an eyebrow. ".............milk?" he asked again in a tone of disbelief.

"Yes. Milk." repeated Mr Harmony as he started to pick his son up and comb the child's mane with his lion paw. "Now don't tell me he can't be the god of milk. First, you denied his dream of becoming the god of sprinkles. Then, you denied his dream of becoming the god of chocolate. Then after that, you denied his dream of becoming the god of milk. What's next? He can't be the god of cotton candy?" he said as he looked to Mr Weather. Mr Weather was not amused.

"Do I really have to answer that?" he said. "Unless his talent is making milk appear out of nowhere then I don't see why him unable to become a god of that a problem." He then pointed his left cheetah paw towards the cotton candy cloud and started waving his paw in the air. The two draconequui that was lying on it looked at his waving paw in confusion. But before they knew it, they suddenly fell through the cloud that they were laying on.

"AHHHH!" they shrieked as they felt themselves falling.

Mr. Harmony dropped onto the ground on his back, as his son to dropped but luckily landed on his stomach. He groaned in pain. ".....ugggggghhhh" he groaned as he telekinetically carried his son off him, put his son on the ground on his feet beside him, got up, and rubbed his sore back.

His son stood there, recovering from the shock of the sudden fall. Well, he was in shock. "............ THAT WAS FUN! I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN! PAPPA, I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN!" he said as he leaped towards his father's face. His father groaned.

"......no more..... just no more... " said Mr Harmony as he was still continuously rubbing his sore back.

Mr Weather looked at him, sighing. "I can now see the relations between you two. Both childish, but just one of them is an actual grown draconequus." He walked towards Mr Harmony. "Do remember that a day after tomorrow is going to be the night we determine my son's title. We can't have a ritual without the full crew of the council." His tone then became dark. "And if anything happens to or during my the event,." Mr Harmony instantly silenced himself. "......welp! Just hope that everything will in smoothly!" he said as he went beside Mr Harmony and gave his back a hard pat with his cheetah paw.

Mr Harmony winced as he cried in pain. "YEAOW! That hurt, Weatty."

Mr Weather frowned at hearing the nickname. "Mr Harmony. Never call me that again." he said, making his voice deep and threatening sounding. Well, at least he tried. Since Mr Harmony seemed to not take it seriously.

Mr Harmony gave a hearty guffaw. "Weatty, you are too serious! Like, what do them cool kids call them again? Uh... Ah yes! 'Live a little'!" he said as he continued his guffaws. "Never call me that again like-" he mimicked his voice as he then fell on his back and laughed hysterically.

His son too, laying on the grass behind Mr Harmony, snickered. Mr Weather was not amused at all.

"Humpf." he said as he started to walk away, grumbling. "The nerve of him." he mumbled under his breath. He then suddenly remembered something and stopped. He turned his head back towards the two draconequui. "Oh,
I almost forgot! A little reminder from the others in the council. During the ritual, do keep your son out of trouble. That chaotic troublemaker, he is." he said as he started to continue to walk away.

Mr Harmony turned to his son, who appeared to be waving his hands in the air, trying to summon some cotton candy, not noticing his father looking. The moment he noticed, he grumbled. "Pappa, I'm hungry."

Mr Harmony sighed. "You're not gonna cause any trouble that night, right?" he asked. His son looked up as he thought.

"Uhhh....... What kind of trouble?" he asked. Mr Harmony sighed again.

"The kind of trouble in which trouble troubles others. You get me, boy?"

"Uh.... no?"

"Neither do I, really." he shrugged. "But listen, boyyo. Please behave during the coronation. Pappa wants you to sit where I tell you to sit later and only sit there, okay? Even if I tell you to sit next to Mr Weather, even if it suddenly rains on that spot and it gets wet there and forms a fun muddy puddle, even if Daya tries to touch you," he stopped as he shivered at the thought. "Wait, okay. You can only move out of your sit if Daya tries to touch you."

"She already touched me this morning." said the young draconequus as he shivered as well. He then perked up. "You said that I could move only when she touched me. She touched me this morning."

"That doesn't count, kiddo." he said. The young draconequus huffed.

"But it's gonna be so boooring sitting there for...... how long is the coronation?"

"Few hours." replied his father.

"Few hours!?...... how long is a few hours?" asked the young draconequus. His father sighed as he picked the young draconequus up and brought him up to meet eye-to-eye .

"Now there, boyyo. Promise me you'll be a good sport and sit still and quietly while your old man does his duty, alright?"

The young draconequus laughed a little. "Hehe. Duty."

"Now I'm serious here, kiddo. You can't be goofin' around. You gotta behave."

"Yea, yea. I know." sighed the young draconequus. His father chuckled.

"Cheer up, buddy. Look, let's make a deal. If you can behave the whole night during the coronation, I'll plan a whole day of fun the next day, how bout that?"

The young draconequus thought for a while, contemplating whether or not this was a good deal to be made. "Hmm...... the whole day?"

"Every last millisecond." confirmed Mr Harmony. The young draconequus contemplated again, before deciding his answer.

"......shake on it." said the young draconequus as he stuck his talon out. His father chuckled as he in return shook his talon.

"Great! Now that that's settled..." said Mr Harmony as he snapped his paw and a plate of two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with two tall glasses of milk appeared. "Let's have a bit of lunch. You did say you were hungry, did you?"

The young draconequus nodded eagerly as he took a sandwich. Mr Harmony took one too. The young draconequus took a bite out of it. Mr Harmony, instead of taking a bite, put the whole thing in his mouth and swallowed it whole.

The young draconequus gazed in wonder at his father's trick. He then looked at his sandwich, and proceeded to do the same. Well, he tried to at least.

He put it in his mouth and swallowed, but ended up coughing and choking. His father noticed and quickly rushed to his side, patting his back.

After a few seconds, he finally managed to choke it out. He spat the sandwich out, making it hit the ground, covered in saliva. The young draconequus finally took in deep breaths, his eyes watery.

"Are you okay, Asziel?" he said as he patted his back gently. He passed him his glass of milk. "Drink this." Asziel grabbed it and began to chug it all down. "Slow down, kiddo. Jeez, your mother was right when she said that I was a bad influence on you." he said as he watched his son chug the glass of milk down, some even managed to spill on himself.

When he finished, he dropped the glass and breathed heavily. "Are you okay, kiddo? Do you need a break? Do you need to lie down?" He then gazed at his son's spat out sandwich on the ground. ".......do you need another sandwich?"

Asziel slowly controlled his breathing, wiped his eyes, and looked at his father. "......... I've lost my appetite."

Author's Note

So, uh, yea. I got this idea to write a backstory for Discord and, this came out and, yea. I read alot of fics about Discord's past and backstory and it all started with either three choices. Discord raised by a single mother, Discord raised by both parents or Discord raised with Celestia and Luna. Wait, scratch that. Four choices. Discord raising himself. Or maybe I just haven't read enough.

Because of that, I thought 'Hey, maybe I should write a fic with Discord being raised by a single father instead' and so I did that. And yea, I don't really think the full product was that good nor was it bad. And I've been writing alot of Discord fics. It's not an addiction but an issue that I am trying to solve, so don't judge please. It's hard trying to control my Discord and Chipotle addicti- I mean, issue. And yes, Chipotle.