The Magic of Chaos

by Darkswirl

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dark, Adventure
Length: 280

Discord explains how he raised his daughters, Celestia and Luna, to be the best they can be.

Would you like to hear a story? No? Too bad; you're in my domain now, little one. It has been far too long since I have had any guests, but I won't question how you got here. How are your precious little Princesses? Faring well after everything I've thrown at them? Yes, I do mean everything. Are you ready for the story? It's a story of triumph and loss, murder and lies, love and hate, war and peace.

This is the story of a father and his daughters…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-01 00:32:13 UTC

Origins

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT YET COMPLETE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I bet you're dumbfounded, possibly even frightened right now aren't you?

How ever did you manage to get yourself in here?

Oh well, no matter.  It has been far too long since I've seen anypony.

Would you like to hear a story to pass the indefinite time?

It's not like you could stop me.

This is my domain now, after all.

I suggest you take a seat and perk those little ears of yours up, as this is no short story my little pony.

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Hard to believe, isn't it?

That a creature so rare and exotic as myself was once a normal pony just like you.

Well, believe it or not, but that is what I used to be.

I had many names back before Celestia and Luna became rulers.

They called me Concordia; ancient draeconic for Harmony.

Ironic, given my current nature, but I wasn't always the spirit of chaos.

Once again, I was another pony just like you.

Well, except I was an alicorn.

My mate, whose name I have unfortunately long since forgotten, and I ruled Equestria in the thirty thousand years before the first Equestrian and Dragon war.

Peace was plentiful along with food and happiness.

It was during this time that my love and I decided to settle down, as Equestria, or as it was known back then as Concordias, did not need us for the moment.

We bore two beautiful alicorns late the next summer; your precious princesses.

Yes, you heard me right: I am their father.

The look on your face brings a smile to mine, but lets continue.