=Flashback: 953 years ago=

Walking. I've been walking for the last 6 hours or so in hopes of finding something-anything! Yet grassy hills sprawled out before me with the odd flower to break up the monotanous view. Yet despite their beauty in the sunlight, I could only cling to the desparate hope in me that I'll find some form of civilisation. Feeling an itch along my back, I readjusted my red hair that not only was more red as opposed to ginger orange, but had grown to reach down to my knees!

And all of this, because of this damned helmet!

Glaring down at the golden helmet held between me hands with all my loathing, I contemplated how I got in this situation. I went from a very happy man simply acting on his wishes and expressing his love for a thing, only to wind up knocked unconcious in a very painful fashion and waking up in the middle of an ever-spanning Grass Lands.

But still, I pressed onwards with the vain hope that I'll find anyone that could help me get home.

So with helmet in hand, bare feet treading the lush grass beneath me and a deshivled soul wracked with panic, I continued in my journey.

I recall the days after being the near breaking point for myself, consumed with lonliness and fear. I can't bare to imagine how the world would've turned out had I ended myself during those days...

=Present time=

Escaping Canterlot proved to be easier than anticipated, yet I didn't know whether to attribute my successful escape to the Ponies' mere incompitance or the grand distraction that is Discord's brand of fun. Regardless of this, I situated myself as comfortably as possible in the cargo carriage of the train that left Canterlot in order to get as far as possible from Celestia.

Upon thinking of that horrid mare, a scowl crossed my face beneath my helmet whilst my hands clenched, a dark part of me imagining myself atop Celestia, hands wrapped around her porcelain neck whilst she tries to break free of the hold. But it would be for naught as with a sickening *crunch*, her hands would drop to her sides limply whilst her head rolled lifelessly in my grasp. All while I looked down at her corpse with immense satisfaction.

Eventually that'll happen...

Bringing myself out of my muderous daydream, I looked through one of the holes lining the carriage to take a peak as to where I am. Judging from my limited viewpoint, I was coming up on the town of Ponyville-a decently sized location known for its lustrious apple farm and a very hyperactive resident if I recall correctly. But I didn't care for that, only focusing on getting off of the train, sneaking through the town much like Canterlot and escaping into the Everfree Forrest.

Now, you might think that my main home was in the said forrest, but you'd be wrong on the grounds of that being too cliche for my tastes. No, I intend to use the Everfree as a shortcut to get to my home as quickly as possible so as to prepare for my assault on Celestia once more. But that in of itself will take a generous amount of time to acclomplish since I'll need to apply some key factors into my strategy.

That alone will have me researching what's changed over the last 900 years, and that could take who knows how long to achieve.

Sighing in my hunched over position, I lamented on the work that would be better spent on attempting to rid Equestria of Celestia's dishusting existence, but I knew that the best plans came with time, patience and above all, knowledge. Thankfully, I was brought out of my annoyed musings by the horn of the train, signalling the arrival at Ponyville. Standing up, I popped my joints with sighs of relief emanating from me at the feeling of my limbs loosening up. Waiting for the train to start slowing down, I quickly opened the carriage door and jumped out and landed in a tuck and roll formation. Without wasting time, I dashed behind a tree to observe my surroundings and see if I've been noticed in any capacity.

Judging from what I'm seeing, with a lack of Ponies coming my way to check out any strange happenings, it seems I'm in the clear for my escape. Although, it may be due to the interesting event currently occuring in the town: simply put, reality has given up and all the laws of Physics have officially retired, tipping their hat and checking out of the building. Houses floating in midair, pink clouds raining a brown liquid (I was trepid as to what that substance was) and all manner of things that shouldn't exist now do.

Say what you would about Discord, but he certainly doesn't waste any time to give the Universe an aneurysm.

Shurgging that off on the account of it not being my business to interfere with, I began to make my way to the Everfree forrest, which for my unfortunate luck, was on the complete opposite of Ponyville. Head angled downward, I let out a sigh of annoyance but proceeded anyway, skirting along the edge of town and hopefully keeping out of view. Whilst I went about my trek, I mentally began to think of some songs from Earth that I enjoyed that I began to hum to (the joys of a near perfect memory).

One such example is Beat It by Michael Jackson.

It was during times like these that I found myself escaping my cursed reality and simply have fun thinking back on my previous life. Obviously this came with its fair share of depression and lamenting on what could've been, but thankfully I was able to avoid that side of remembrance and simply enjoy the mental recollection of music I loved. And I'll say this: it definetly worked its charm because, surprisingly, in my humming and enjoyment of Beat It, I had begun to dance. They were just small little moves, with some neat leg work and clicking of fingers (that didn't go so well due to the armor, but I digress), but I'm pretty sure I had managed to do the Moon Walk flawlessly.

I will never be able to attempt such a thing again without mistakes.

As my humming and dancing came to an end with the song, I noticed that I had overshot myself past the main pathway into the Everfree Forrest and instead came upon a small cottage built upon a small hill, resembling a short yet girthy tree with a small bridge branching over a small river. Looking at the cottage, I felt a sense of piece wash over me that I haven't felt in a long time, my life having been a near constant battle either competeively or to-the-death, with only small breaks of peace to break them up. However, this peace was soon shattered by a soft yet no less rude voice.

"Aren't you overcompensating with that armor?"

Turning around, I came face-to-muzzle with a Pegasus mare that barely came up to my chest (expected, since I was at perfect eye level with Celestia herself), crossing her arms underneath her rather large and gifted bust that was clad in a oversized sweater that could only emphasize them as opposed to hide them away. From her waist and below, she wore bagger sweat pants and soft looking shoes that only added to her beauty. Her mane, soft and silky looking, branched off to her right side whilst a portion down the bottom of the mane went towards her left. However, there was a problem with the mare in front of me:

She had no color whatsoever.

This wasn't a case of being naturally born grey and proceeding to wear grey clothes, this looked as if someone took a syringe and went ahead with sucking out all the color from the mare and leaving her as this bland looking figure that easily stood out in this vibrant world. Regardless of how concerning this could be to others, I could not care less at the moment for this mare.

"Come again?" I asked the mare, an eyebrow raised beneath my armor. Not only was this mare void of all color, but she was quite rude with her 'Overcompensation' quip.

I watched as she rolled her eyes, "You heard me. Aren't you overcompensating a bit with that needlessly bright armor of yours? What's wrong, got a small dick you're ashamed of?" She wore a mocking smile at the end, her eyes conveying that she believed she had hit the nail on the end with her assumption about my, *ahem*, genitalia size.

"No, I am not "overcompensating" as you so put it with my armor. As for your assumption about my genitals, that is none of your concern." I was beginning to become anonyed with this mare, her words (despite not affecting as much as she would like them to) were no less annoying and grating on my ears.

"Aww, what's wrong big boy?" she proceeded to feign concern, placing a hand on her cheek while the other arm supported the elbow, "Too ashamed of your small dick? Its okay, I'm sure there's a mare that will appreciate such a pitiful tool." She then reached out to cup my armored crotch, probably to gauge as to how big my sex organ was. I was in no mood for her games, grabbing her wrist and beginning to squeeze in a discouraging manner.

"I am in no mood for such games, mare," I growled, the Pegasus showing amount of self-concern in her eyes before it was replaced with a challenging glint in her eyes. With a mean grin crossing her muzzle she attempted to lean closer but our height difference made that difficult.

"And what would get you in the mood, hmm? Maybe me kneeling on the floor, naked, sucking your pathetic cock. Or maybe dressing in a frilly Cat-Mare costume and calling you 'Master'?" On and on she went, trying to rile me up into responding to her scornful words. Mentally rolling my eyes, I decided on playing her game but to destroy this pitiful mare's self worth.

That'll teach her to pick her fights more wisely.

"And what would you do, when anyone who fornicates with you is only after your body?" She clearly wasn't expecting that sort of response, drawing back with a shocked expression and a gaping mouth. "You should face facts: anyone who dares to engage in coitous with you as only doing so because your body is much more genetically gifted than other mares around you. No love, no sort of emotional connection, just an easy and all pleasing lay before leaving you in your sheets as an absolute mess."

She couldn't formulate any response to my harsh claims, the most she could get out was stuttering "I"'s, her brain no doubt short circuitting after my verbal assault. Not paying any mind to this vile-mouthed Pegasus no longer, I brushed past her to make my way through the Everfree Forrest when I caught one last formulated response from the mare-no more than a mere whisper on the whisper.

"But everypony likes me..."

Looking back to her over my shoulder, I caught her looking down whilst wrapping herself in her arms tightly in a comforting hold, "Truly? I fail to see how anyone could ever like-let alone appreciate a mare such as yourself who goes out of her way to attack a person's self-esteem and body image. When going back to my points about you being an easy lay, any stallion who gets with you will be doing to, what's the phrase? 'Put the bitch in her place'?" With those final words, I vanished into the tree line unknowing on what I've done.

In another timeline, a certain lavender Unicorn would've used a Remembrance Spell to help the Pegasus re-understand their friendship. But here, in this timeline? Well, my words had more profound effect than I would've anticipated.

=[3rd POV]; with Fluttershy=

Words and images swam through the mare's mind, the Pegasus slowly stepping into her cottage and sitting on the couch with a distant expression. Around her, various animals watched from their homes as their caretaker, once a vibrant butterscotch yellow with a beautiful pink mane, now sat as a dull grey mare searching through her mind. Despite all the words and images swimming through her mind, of all the evidence to suggest that she wasn't a useless mare that was only good for looking after animals and being a good lay in the bedsheets with any stallion, Fluttershy could only remember him and his words.

That stare-a long blue vertical visor in a regal golden helmet that was only emphasized by the admittedly beautiful and well tamed red-mane that scaled his back, piercing her eyes and her mind with his gaze as he spoke those words. Words, which helped take down any modicum of self-worth that she had grown with aid from the Pony's she called friends.

Friends...

What would they see, when they next meet? A mare barely clinging to any self-worth, who deemed herself unfit for this world as she believed herself useless? Or perhaps a rude and uncouth Pegasus, only likable when she was barely coherrent as she was driven to a mind-melting orgasm from any stallion who found her suitable for a decent fuck?

Gradually, her colors returned to her from the feet-upwards, showing she wore sky-blue sweatpants and a green sweater, but this came at a cost. Tears leaking from her aqua colored eyes, she rushed upstairs and locked her bedroom door, the only sound emanating from it were the sobs of a broken mare who's self-worth was torn down all because she attempted to destroy his own.

All she could remember was his words and his stoic stare-his stare that pierced into her, finding her insecurities and turning them on her.

It would be a long time before she was the same again...

=[POV Returned]=

Walking along the treacherous soils of the Everfree Forrest, I mauled upon my words that used against that Pegasus and felt dirty. I had no regrets when using them at the moment, but I quickly wished I had used different ones that would help her look on her choices.

Its odd to think that despite my hatred for Celestia and her hatred for me, there were moments where we could agree on certain things. One such topic was the Caribou-a race of deer-like individuals that ran off of a heavily Patriarchal dominated society, with the women of the Caribou being no more than mindless toys for the males to use for relieving sexual stress. At one point, they had attempted to condition myself into following their ways through honeyed words and mental manipulative magic, stating that they'd overthrow Celestia and make her into the, quote-unquote, "whore she is destined to be".

They're all dead now. I made sure of that.

Regardless, my words towards that Pegasus mare had me flashing back towards the Caribou and their treatment of women, and it made me have this dirty feeling that crawled across my skin. But what's done is done, and there's nothing to do about it besides move on and proceed to my home. Yet, I couldn't help get this feeling...

As if I've left something important that would hinder me.
...
...
..."Hmm." I shrugged off the feeling for now, mind focused on reaching my destination with the belief that I would handle the issue, whatever it may be, later on.

Now if only those Timberwolves would stop hiding already. I'm getting quite itchy for a good feral fight to relieve some aggression.

*Grrr*

I smirked behind my helmet, drawing my sword as the bushes to my sides rustled. Come on then...

They lunged, and I swung.

=[3rd POV]; Canterlot Castle=

Princess Luna wandered the Canterlot Staute Gardens in search of Twilight Sparkle and her compatriots in hopes of providing the six mares her aid against the Reality-warping Deity that is discord. However, judging by the oddities that are occuring, such as the Sun & Moon switching back and forth in the sky at a rapid pace, she knew she was too late and could only hope that the Element Bearers could rise above this challenge.

"Oh hello Lulu~." A voice tauntingly introduced itself, her expression set to stone as she turned around and came muzzle-to-muzzle with the Chaotic Draconnequus himself. Two beings of Divinity, one stone-faced and ready to fight as best she could, the other smiling a cheshire grin as he knew a fight between them both would be in his favor-as it always was before the Elements of Harmony were brought into play.

"Discord." she greeted curtly, hands twitching at her sides in nervousness. She watched as the being before her looped through the air in his ever-overextravagent ways that always spoke of his pride and confidence. After all, he is one of the strongest beings to grace all of Equus.

"And a wonderful day to you as well dear Lulu. Or is it Night? No, day-no Night-no Day." On and on he went, correcting himself in accordance to the pendulum that was the Sun & Moon, which began to grate on her ears. Horn glowing, Luna summoned in a flash of light a lustrious midnight-blue Halberd that she soon had pointed at Discord's neck in a threatening manner.

"Enough of thy games Discord, ye shall tell me what thy have done to the Element Bearers..." She trailed off, her dark blue eyes widening in shock and horror. With a raised eyebrow at her odd behaviour, Discord turned his head around, only to make a similar expression.

Not that far from them laid something that would've best fit in the olden Gladitorial Pits in the Griffon Kingdom in ages past. With blood and internal organs sprawled across the once beautiful green grass, the bodies of some of the Canterlot Guard laid motionless with their lives long gone. Paying no mind to the shocked Draconnequus, Luna brushed past him as she investigated the stallion's causes of death.

Two of them were bisected in their torsos, one was ran through by a large bladed weapon while another as decapitated at the neck. Off to the side laid two sets of partially melted armor with small flecks of dust to inform Luna as to the fate of those two guards. The only intact body that wasn't violently dismembered in a bloody shower was that of Captain Shining Armor-a stallion that Luna could tell took his role as Captain of the Castle Guard very seriously from when she was introduced to the Unicorn by her sister. Their meeting together was tense, but eventaully Shining Armor loosened up when he saw Luna regretted her acts as Nightmare Moon and was professional and cordial with her.

The Princess of the Night barely caught Discord's mutter of "I didn't know this would happen...", her mind too focused on how best to inform her sister of the catastrophe that has unfolded on their grounds. But worse than that...

'How best to inform dearest Cadenza about her Special Somepony's fate?...'

Author's Note

Sooo yeah, I may have escalated things about in this chapter with the destruction of Fluttershy's self-image...

I don't have anything against the poor mare (I don't think anyone does truth be told), but I felt that the segment between herself and Yharim showcases how not only as a good physical fighter, he isn't exactly lacking in verbal fights either. Though I do feel I could've done a fair bit better than what I've done, but I couldn't think of anything that would strike her as hard when she's 'greyed'.

Nevertheless, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter everyone.

Until next time, Redsummer out.

(P.S. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas!)