It felt warm in the principal office. The way Celestia sat with us, providing what little solace she could, was more comforting than the temperature. Sunset held on to my hoodie's sleeve, her hold was feeble but unyielding.

We had been in here for over an hour, Celestia and I trying our best to keep Sunset grounded, to keep her from sinking beneath the weight of the accusations, the betrayal. It worked. More or less. She wasn’t okay. But at least she wasn’t breaking apart at the seams.

Celestia sighed, rubbing her temple before looking at us.

“I’m excusing you both from classes today,” she said finally. “You need time to process this somewhere quiet—somewhere peaceful.”

Sunset shifted beside me, silent for a long moment before gently tugging on my sleeve.

“Can we… go to your place?”

“My place?”

She nodded, still not letting go of my hoodie. “Yeah. We used to spend a lot of time there. It’s familiar. And I just… don’t want to be alone.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

Because I dont remember.

I had no memory of us being there together.

Of her knowing my house.

Of her wanting to be there.

And that killed me.

Because I could feel how much it meant to her.

Still…

I didn’t hesitate.

“Yeah,” I said. “We will go there, you will get some rest"

Celestia watched us, then reached into her desk and pulled out a small slip of paper.

She handed it to me.

“My number,” she said. “If anything happens, and i mean it, anything at all you call me. No hesitation.”

I took the paper without a second thought.

“Got it.”

Sunset nodded, too.

Celestia gave one last look, then sighed.

“Alright. Go.”

We got up and headed for the door. Once, I glanced back at her and noticed an odd expression on her face.

It wasn’t the look of a principal.

It was the look of someone who knew something was about to happen.

And she wasn’t wrong.

We stepped out into the hallway, and Sunset took a deep breath.

But peace didn’t last long.

We barely made it to the next corner before they stepped in front of us.

Ringo and Curly Winds.

Sunset stopped.

Curly looked directly at her, sneering. “So, you’re really Anon-a-Miss, huh?”

I could feel her stiffen beside me.

Before she could say anything, I spoke.

“No. She’s not.” My voice was cold, sharp. “Get the fuck out of our way.”

I grabbed Sunset’s wrist, trying to step forward, but they moved to block us.

“No, no, no,” Ringo grinned, shaking his head. “You’re not getting away that easy. She needs to pay for what she’s done.”

I snapped.

“IT’S NOT FUCKING HER!”

My voice echoed down the hallway.

Curly Winds let out a slow whistle.

And then I felt it.

A presence.

Behind me.

I turned around Bulk Biceps.

Sunset squeezed my wrist.

I could hear her breathing get shaky.

Because Bulk wasn’t smiling.

He wasn’t here to talk.

He was here to break someone.

His usual dumb grin was gone. In its place was something cold. Something angry.

Sunset shuddered.

My blood ran cold.

My body ran hot.

This wasn’t a schoolyard argument.

This was a setup.

They weren’t here for the truth.

They were here for a fight.

And I was ready.

I let go of Sunset and stepped in front of her.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears.

Curly Winds smirked.

“You really wanna do this? Do you think i wont take all of you one? You know of what i'm capable” I said with my voice dangerously low.

“Oh, we know you do, But you lost your memory right? You can't do anything” Curly grinned.

Ringo cracked his knuckles. “You used to be a real asshole. We all saw it.”

Curly chuckled. “Guess we’ll see if there’s anything left.”

They were baiting me.

And oooh fuck, it was working.

Bulk took another step forward.

I could feel something inside me waking up.

Something old.

Something violent.

I had fought before.

I knew that.

But Bulk wasn’t just some punk looking for a fight.

He was stronger.

Bigger.

One hit from him, and I might not get up.

But none of that mattered.

Because Sunset was behind me.

And I would never let them touch her.

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders, feeling the tension coil through me.

“Alright” I said with my eyes locked onto them. “Let’s go. But firstly… tell me why the hell you think it’s her?”

Curly Winds and Ringo laughed.

Like it was funny.

“Really?” Curly grinned. “The photo of you. Who else should it be?”

“The Rainbooms are talking about it to everyone,” Ringo added, shaking his head. “Everyone knows it’s her.”

My blood boiled.

Fuck those girls.

Leaving us? That was one thing.

But turning the whole school against us?

Even if this was accident they will pay.

But for now

I could take these two.

If I was fast enough, I could knock them out and make a run for it.

But Bulk Biceps…

That was another story.

BAM!

Bulk hit the floor.

In a second.

.

..

...

What the fuck just happened?

I hardly had time to register it, so I didn't question it.

I moved.

I bolted toward Curly and Ringo.

Left.

Curly fallen down.

Right.

Shit— He ducked!

My fist slammed into his stomach.

He gasped.

They both went down.

I looked up, panting.

Sunset was frozen in shock.

And standing beside her was—

“Flash?”

I stared at him with wide eyes. Who would guess he wanted some of that hero fame.

He grinned, holding a broom.

“The fuck are you doing here?” I asked, still catching my breath.

He giggled, tossing the broom aside.

“Saving your ass.”

I looked at Bulk on the ground.

Then at Flash.

Then at the broom.

“One swing, huh?”

Flash shrugged, smirking. “He’s big, but he is soft on the head.”

With my heart still thumping, I exhaled.

Flash stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“Listen,” he said. “I believe you way more than those rumors. But, dude everyone in school is after you. Both of you.”

I stared at him.

“You’re fucking joking.”

“I wish I was”

I let out a bitter laugh.

“What, we got a fucking Hunger Games situation going on now?”

Flash didn’t laugh.

Sunset grabbed my sleeve.

“Let’s just go out the do-”

“NO.”

Flash cut her off, looking serious.

“They’re waiting for you in the halls.”

He gestured toward the gym doors.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ll go through the back entrance. They won’t suspect it.”

I didn’t hesitate.

We moved.

Sunset’s grip on my hoodie was tight.

But I didn’t complain.

We needed to get out of here.

We turned a corner, slipping into the shadows.

Footsteps.

Voices.

I peeked around.

Groups of students.

Looking for us.

My stomach twisted.

“This is insane”

Flash sighed.

“This school has a mob mentality, dude. The second girls said it was sunset, everyone wanted her as target.”

I gritted my teeth.

They wanted blood.

But then—

Something changed.

The air.

It felt… colder.

Like the heat had been sucked away.

A sudden gust of wind.

And then I saw them.

I felt my heart stop.

Shadowy blueish figures.

Circling above.

Twisted, wailing shapes.

Their bodies made of ice, their hollow mouths stretched into endless, hungry howls.

And their eyes—

Cold. Empty. Endless.

A feeling of dread coiled around my chest.

“What the fuck is that?” I whispered, my voice was barely above a breath.

Sunset froze.

Her entire body locked up.

Her face drained of color.

She barely choked out the words—

“No…”

I turned to her.

“Sunset?”

She swallowed.

Her voice trembled.

“Windigos.”

I blinked.

“Windigos?”

My mouth went dry.

“But... but they’re just a myth. A dumb story for.... For foals" she said trying to steady herself despite the fear.

“They’re supposed to be legends. Not real. But…”

She looked up.

Her hands shook.

“They’re here.”

I clenched my jaw.

“What the fuck are they doing here?”

Sunset’s breath was shallow.

“They… they feed on hate.”

Her hands gripped my sleeve tighter.

“The more hatred, the stronger they get. It’s how they survive. It’s why Equestria nearly froze over in the past.”

My heart hammered.

Hatred.

All of this hate.

The school. The accusations. The betrayal.

And now… this.

“Fuck”

Sunset shivered.

“We need to run.”

I grabbed her wrist.

“Then we run.”

We moved fast and turned on a corner, we nearly ran into Vinyl Scratch.

She looked up, adjusting her headphones.

Then—footsteps.

Voices.

“HEY!”

“Where are they? Did you see them?”

I froze.

Sunset tensed beside me.

Vinyl blinked.

And then—

She pointed.

Forward

The students ran past us.

Right past us.

Vinyl didn’t say a word.

Just turned back to her phone, cool as ever.

I've met her eyes.

Silent.

Grateful.

She smirked, barely tilting her head.

I exhaled.

“Good. We still have some allies in this school,” I muttered, half-joking.

Sunset squeezed my hand.

But

The Windigos were still circling.

And the hunt wasn’t over.

We had one shot.

One way out.

And if we failed—

The school wouldn’t be the only thing trying to devour us.

We raced, our breath strained and our hearts beating like war drums in our chests. The hallways stretched and twisted, the flickering lights overhead throwing strange shadows as the walls appeared to shut in on us. There were voices, murmurs, and mayhem everywhere. The entire school felt alive, as if a beast had risen and was hungry for us.

But we kept moving. The gym was our only hope. If we could just make it there just one last push we could escape this madness.

The doors to the gym loomed ahead, promising salvation. But as we shoved them open, expecting an empty refuge, our stomachs dropped.

A quarter of the school was already there, students stood in clusters, their faces twisted with doubt and anger. There was no turning back—the crowd behind us had sealed our fate. We were trapped.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

The air grew colder. A silent memory, a whisper in the back of my mind, stirred to life. Something was wrong—so wrong.

And then, a voice—faint but undeniable.

"Fuck yeah."

The Dazzlings.

Walls of sound erupted like barriers, forcing the students apart, creating a clear path for us. At the center of the chaos stood the three sirens, their expressions were warm, almost welcoming.

They were helping us.

We didn’t waste a second. We bolted.

But the school wasn’t done with us.

Wendigos materialized in the air, swirling like living storms, their howls freezing our souls. They blocked our way, but we moved—moved like our lives depended on it. Because they did.

The doors were so close. So fucking close.

We reached for them, ready to break through—when they opened from the outside.

And there, standing in the doorway, was someone I never thought I’d see.

Discord.

But he wasn’t the Discord I remembered.

His usual chaos, his madness—none of it was there. His wild grin was gone, replaced with something colder. His clothes were in shreds, ripped and torn, stained with dirt and something darker. His arm ripped of and bandaged. Blood seeped through the fabric.

He looked like a man who had just crawled out of hell.

And yet, he smirked.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small pebble, and flicked it toward me. It landed near my feet.

"Here you go, kid,"

I looked down, my breath catching.

The Memory Stone.

My hands trembled as I picked it up. It was dry too dry. The magic inside it was nearly gone, barely holding on.

Then, Discord turned his gaze upward—to the Wendigos still circling above us. His lips curled into something dangerous, something devilish.

"Get the fuck out of here" he growled, his voice a low snarl that sent shivers through the air. "Go back to whatever pit you crawled out of, or I’ll send you there myself, you fucker, i don't have a time to teach you a lesson, GO. THE. FUCK. AWAY"

For a moment, the Wendigos hesitated. They hung in the air, their spectral eyes locked onto him.

Then, they fled.

They were afraid.

I turned back to Discord What the fuck had happened to him?

I clutched the stone tighter. And then—it hit me.

A surge of pain shot through my skull. My vision blurred.

Memories, everything, came crashing back.

My past. My mother. My powers.

The battle. The scars. Sunset.

I gasped, stumbling back, my chest heaving as my mind realigned itself. I had forgotten so much.

But now?

I remembered everything.

I looked at Discord, my vision still swimming, my head pounding.

"I thought i would never say that but good too see you and what the fuck happened?" I asked

Discord’s face darkened.

"That’s not the fucking time for this," he snapped. "Use the damn stone. Show them the truth. It’s encrypted, but it’ll be enough."

Encrypted?

No.

Fuck encryption.

I poured my magic into the stone all of it. The good, the bad, the pain, the rage, the hope.

The stone shined.

A pulse of raw energy shot through the gym, connecting to everyone in the school.

the truth played out before their eyes.

The students saw everything.

The perspective of Anon-a-Miss, the photos being taken, the posts being written. The figure moved through the school like a phantom, slipping past Sunset time and time again, never stopping. The silhouette was blurred distorted, like the stone had been tampered with.

But it didn’t matter.

It was clear now.

It wasn’t Sunset.

They saw how the figure had infiltrated Applejack’s house, how they had made photos, how they had typed on the computer late at night, spreading lies.

It wasn’t her.

The room was silent.

Then, a whisper.

"It’s not her."

Then another.

And another.

Until the words spread through the crowd, growing louder, a tidal wave of realization.

"It’s not her."

"It’s not her."

"IT’S NOT HER!"

Sunset's eyes widened and glistened with unshed tears as she gasped. She gave me a desperate, probing gaze.

And I looked right back at her.

"I told you I’d never doubt you,"

Sunset collapsed into me, sobbing uncontrollably. I held her tight, letting her bury herself in my arms, feeling the weight of everything that had just happened crash down on both of us.

But Principal Celestia’s voice cut our little moment.

"If that’s not enough proof for you, I don’t know what is."

She took a step forward, her normally calm face contorted with disappointment and rage. She turned to face the astonished kids who had just seen the reality. As she surveyed the sea of guilty faces, her hands tightened into fists at her sides.

"This whole thing has gone too far," she said, her voice firm but trembling with barely contained rage. "Being judgmental is fine in its own healthy way. But what you all did today? This—" she gestured around the gym, eyes burning with rage, "—is beyond the line.

"Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE—" she suddenly yelled, her voice shaking the very walls of the gym—"WILL take responsibility for this!"

The room went dead silent. No one dared to move.

Celestia inhaled slowly and trembled, then spoke in a lower but more poisonous tone.

"I will personally go through every single one of you. You have all failed me."

She steadied herself, although her voice cracked a little.

"You were so ready to harm someone who wasn’t responsible. You were ready to let your anger, your paranoia, your blind hatred drive you to do something terrible."

Her look spread across the gathering as she stepped forward once more.

"Are you proud of yourselves?"

Silence.

Celestia’s breathing grew heavier. Then she snapped.

"ARE YOU FUCKING PROUD?!"

The students all gave a collective flinch. Some clenched their fists, some appeared to be about to cry, and some glanced down in embarrassment.

From the audience came a timid, hesitant voice.

"W-Whoa, Ms. Celestia, watch your language…"

Celestia let out a short breath through her nose and then wiped her face while staring at the floor with a disgusted expression.

"Get. In. Your. Classes," she ordered.

No one moved.

Her gaze snapped back up, fierce and commanding. She stomped her foot, once, sending an echo through the gym.

"NOW!"

Panic seized over. The students terror was evident as they scrambled, virtually trampling over one another to get away. After a few seconds, the gym was almost completely deserted—apart from us.

I glanced around.

Only Celestia, Luna, Discord, Flash, the Dazzlings, Sunset, and me remained.

Then they came running.

The girls.

Sunset’s friends—the ones who abandoned her.

They stopped just a few feet away from us, looking horrible. Rarity’s mascara was running down her cheeks. Applejack wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Rainbow Dash’s hands were shaking. Fluttershy’s lip quivered like she was going to break down at any second. And Pinkie Pie doesn't even dared to look in our direction.

Celestia turned to them, her face filled with something almost worse than anger.

Disappointment.

"You" With a calm yet razor-sharp voice, she spoke.

The girls froze.

Celestia’s hands trembled at her sides.

"You failed me the most."

They flinched.

"You were my most promising students. And yet you… you did this?"

None of them spoke. None of them could.

"Settle your own mess," Celestia muttered, shaking her head. "Then come to me. I will speak to each of you."

The girls nodded, their shame weighing them down like chains.

Celestia turned abruptly, brushing past them as she left the gym, With Luna following stiffly behind her.[

The Dazzlings left next. Flash hesitated for a moment, meeting my eyes before silently walking out as well.

I understood why. They didn’t want to be part of this.

And honestly?

Neither did I.

Sunset and I stood there—just us and the girls now.

Well… us and Discord.

But I ignored him for a moment. Yeah, yeah, his arm is fucked up, but I’ll fix it later.

Right now?

I looked down at the Memory Stone in my hand.

It had done its job.

And it was full—too full. Overflowing with my magic, my pain, my anger.

It was corrupted.

I clenched my fist.

And then I crushed it.

The stone shattered, crumbling into dust in my palm.

"Fuck this," I muttered.

And then—I turned to them.

The girls.

They were looking at me, hesitant. Broken.

I didn’t let them speak.

"Don’t. Even. Think."

My voice sounded icy.Sharp. full of all the suffering they had caused us.

Sunset took a breath, like she wanted to say something—but I wasn’t done.

"You’re fucking traitors." I spat, stepping closer. "You left us. You betrayed us. You said your trust ran out—but you were the ones who cut it off."

They flinched like I had physically struck them.

"Everything you did," I continued, my voice shaking, "proved how fucking disgusting you all are. Sunset loved you. She trusted you. And all it took was some asshole pretending to be her to rip it apart."

With a small lowering of my voice, I turned to Sunset.

"I won’t stop you from talking to them," I said. "I know they’re your friends. But they are not mine. I don’t even want to look at them. Just seeing their faces makes me want to vomit."

Sunset’s eyes were filled with tears. But she smiled—a sad, gentle smile.

"I can’t leave them," she whispered. "They’re suffering just as I did. Can’t you see?"

I looked at them.

Five figures.

Rarity. Rainbow. Fluttershy. Applejack. Pinkie.

And she was right.

They looked exactly like Sunset did when they accused her. Like they were breaking apart.

But I didn’t care.

"I won’t take part in this" I said, stepping back. "Have your time with them. I need to talk to this mad primordial."

I turned on my heel and walked out of the gym.

Into the cold.

Discord followed.

As I stepped outside, materializing my black coat over my shoulders. The weight of it felt grounding. Real. The sting of betrayal and the echoes of Celestia’s wrath still lingered in my mind, but I needed a moment away from that madness to let another madman in it.

With a flick of my wrist, I materialized a pack of smokes and a lighter. I offered one to Discord. He smirked but lifted his missing arm with a raised brow. "Right. That’s a problem," I muttered.

I reached out, pressing my palm against his shoulder. A surge of warmth spread from my fingers, and slowly, inch by inch, his arm began to regenerate. Muscles stitched themselves back together, bones reformed, and scars faded away like whispers in the wind. I didn’t just heal him—I made him whole again, stronger than before.

He flexed his fingers, cracking his knuckles before snatching a cigarette from my pack. "Heh. Guess I owe you for that one," he muttered, lighting up.

"You owe me for a lot of things," I smirked, lighting mine and taking a long drag. The burn of nicotine filled my lungs, mixing with the icy air. "So, what the hell happened? You just walked here?"

Discord's eyes darkened as he let out a breath. "They have my magic."

I stopped mid-inhale. My fingers twitched. "Woah, woah, Ms. Chaos, straight to the fucking point, huh?" I exhaled, looking at him carefully. "But how, annnd, nicee bluff to those wendigos if they would know you've lost your magic they would fuck us deep in the asses"

He took another drag, the ember at the tip of his cigarette glowing ominously in the dim light. "I sensed the magic. Not the Memory Stone, but something else. I followed it. Thought I was being clever." His voice turned bitter. "But it was a trap. They weren’t waiting for me. They were waiting for you."

I felt my chest tighten.

"And that still doesn’t explain how they got your powers—hell, mine too, since the Memory Stone me gave you some of mine."

"You wanna know what happened?" he murmured. "Fine. I’ll tell you how it really went down."

He took a deep drag and exhaled.

"It wasn’t a fight. It was a fucking execution."

"I followed the magic," he began, his voice laced with frustration. "It was faint, but I could feel it, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. The forest was thick—black trees stretching high It was quiet. Too quiet."

He flicked his cigarette.

"That’s when I knew."

I frowned. "Knew what?"

"That they were waiting for me. But I wasn’t scared" he said, smirking bitterly. "Please. I’m fucking Discord."

His fingers twitched.

"I snapped my fingers. Reality cracked. The trees bent backward, the ground turned to liquid glass, /b]"

He leaned forward, his dismached eyes gleamed.

"I was going to rip that fucking Memory Stone out of their hands and waltz the hell out."

His smirk vanished.

"But then... she spoke."

"‘Took you long enough.’"

I felt a chill crawl up my spine.

Discord clenched his jaw.

"I turned around. And there she was. Sunset Shimmer. But not your Sunset."

"Heh" i took a drag from my smoke "Could have guessed it by clues, shocking and all but continue"

His hand curled into a fist.

"This world’s Sunset. She was standing there, completely calm, like she wasn’t staring down the literal God of Chaos."

I felt something burn in my chest.

"Then I saw her."

He took another drag.

"Twilight Sparkle. She was right beside her, holding some shining metallic device. it was humming. Low, eerie, like something alive. That’s when I felt it. The pull."

He let out a slow breath.

"They built something, something that eats magic.The second Twilight activated it, I felt it. Like something reached inside me and started tearing me apart."

"But I didn’t go down without a fight," Discord growled.

I could see it in his eyes. He was reliving it.

"I snapped my fingers, and the earth turned to smoke. The trees came alive, twisting and grabbing, roaring. The sky shattered like glass, and from the cracks, I pulled down storms, nightmares, living madness."

He grinned darkly.

"Sunset dodged. She fucking dodged."

I stiffened.

"She teleported, reappearing midair like she had done this a thousand times before. Then—BOOM."

His fist slammed into his knee.

"She hit me with something big. A raw, burning beam of magic that should’ve missed. I twisted reality, warped time itself—but it still hit me."

He rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly.

"Sunset wasn’t fighting alone,"

"Twilight was predicting my moves."

"You mean.... This world Sunset is working with this world twilight?"

He gave a bitter chuckle.

"Yeah. Every time I altered reality, Twilight saw it before I did. She countered me before I could even finish the thought."

He exhaled sharply.

"They weren’t just strong," he admitted. "They were smarter, but i still fought, even as the machine was pulling at me, I fought."

His hands clenched.

"I twisted the trees into living beasts, sent shadows to claw at them. I turned the air into pure chaos. Fire, ice, lightning, everything I had. I unleashed hell."

I could see it. The chaos, the power.

"But it wasn’t enough," he muttered. "Because the machine kept pulling. I could feel my chaos bleeding away. My body—"

He looked down at his hands.

"—was breaking."

His jaw tightened.

"I lunged at Twilight, tried to snap that little neck of hers—but Sunset got me first.She blasted my arm clean off."

I barely noticed I had stopped breathing.

Discord lifted his healed hand, staring at it.

"You ever seen your own hand disintegrate?" he asked, voice void of emotion. "Fingers fading into nothing, like ash on the wind?"

Hm kinda but i will let him have his proud moment.

"By then, I was on my knees," he admitted. "Magic gone. Blood pouring. I was fucking helpless. And Sunset?" He chuckled bitterly. "She walked up to me, put her boot on my back, and shoved me into the dirt like I was nothing."

My teeth clenched.

"Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear—"

His eyes locked onto mine.

"—‘You should’ve known better.’"

Silence.

Just the distant sound of the wind, and the soft burning of our cigarettes.

I let out a slow breath. As I took another drag, my fingers shook a little.

"So what did you do?" I finally asked.

Discord gave a humorless smile.

"I crawled the fuck away."

He flicked his cigarette, watching the ashes vanish into the night.

I stared at the ground with my mind racing.

Sunset and Twilight weren’t just playing games.

They were playing for keeps.

I clenched my jaw. "Then we’ll take it back."

His eyes met mine.

"Now that," he murmured, "is the kind of answer I was hoping for."

I reached out and grabbed his arm, channeling another surge of magic into him. This time, I gave him more than a simple healing. I empowered him. Gave him ten percent of my strength—enough to make a difference in the battle ahead.

"You’re gonna need that," I muttered. "I can’t protect Sunset alone. And from what I heard back in the gym, those bitches will need saving too."

Discord frowned, tilting his head. "You’re talking about them, aren’t you?"

I took another drag, exhaling slowly. "I’m not mad at Applejack or Fluttershy," I admitted. "But Rarity? Rainbow? Pinkie? Yeah, fuck them."

Discord’s lips curled into a sly grin. "Oh, come on. You liked Fluttershy, didn’t you?"

I nearly choked on my cigarette. "What?! No! I—ekhem—I’m loyal to my queen. Sunset’s the only one I love."

He bursted into laughter. "Oh, sure. But you gotta admit, Fluttershy was different, huh?"

I sighed. "Yeah. She was. And I liked that about her."

He hummed in agreement, taking another drag. "Yeah. I like that about her too."

We stood in silence,

Then, he spoke.

"You know, I didn’t always think you were worth a damn."

I arched a brow. "Wow, thanks, i love you too and all but how did you get the memory stone if they almost killed you?"

For a second, he didn’t speak. He just stared ahead,

CRACK.

I jumped as his foot slammed into the side of the school wall. The concrete fractured under the force, spiderweb cracks spreading outward.

I stared. "...Whoa."

Discord exhaled sharply with his breath uneven.

"Remember," I warned, watching the way the air around him rippled with chaos energy. "You have my power now. It’s probably more than you’ve ever had before. Be careful."

But he wasn’t listening.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and tight.

"She threw it at me."

"What?"

"She fucking threw it to me," he repeated with eyes burning. "Like it was trash. Like it didn’t matter anymore."

The words settled in my mind, but they didn’t make sense. They let him leave?

"She said it didn’t matter to her now.Her work was already done."

This wasn’t right.

I should have laughed, I wanted to, honestly. The idea that the God of Chaos had been spared was almost too much. But there was something in his voice, something raw, something that made my stomach twist.

"They wanted us to have the stone?"

"I don’t know that." His voice was tight, like he hated even admitting it.

But the air around him said otherwise.

The ground beneath us hummed. bending under the weight of something enormous.

Magic.

Pure, undiluted chaos was pouring out of him, swirling around his body in a violent, pulsing storm.

His dismached eyes snapped to me. I saw it—his rage was cold now. Focused. Dangerous.

"But next time," he said, voice dripping with venom, "when I see them…"

A pause. A deep, sharp inhale.

"I will fucking destroy them."

I felt something ignite in my chest.

And I let it out.

I threw my head back and laughed.

Not a normal laugh. Not a chuckle. Not something small.

A wild, unhinged, predatory laugh.

I felt my magic explode outward, meeting his head-on. Two forces—one chaos, one darkness and pure good—twisting, merging, devouring the space between us.

The air cracked.

Reality trembled.

The ground split beneath our feet as a perfect yin-yang swirl formed between us, twisting, rising into the sky like a storm of death itself.

I met his eyes.

"We." My voice was barely a whisper, but it carried through like a promise.

A vow.

"We will fucking destroy them."

We stood there.

Not as friends.

Not as allies.

But as two beasts—two nightmares, two living forces of nature—standing side by side, their power merging into something greater than either could ever be alone.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

And we grinned.

The storm around us vanished. Our auras faded back into nothing. But the promise remained.

We laughed.

Not the cruel, hollow laughter of before.

This was different.

This was pure.

Because for the first time in a long, long time, we weren’t fighting for what value alone.

"Alright, alright," I exhaled, still smirking. "That was good. But listen."

"We need more allies," Discord cut in, voice sharp.

I nodded. "Exactly. We need people who can use the same techniques, people who are powerful—"

"People who aren’t afraid to burn the world to the ground."

"Sirens,"

"Good start," he agreed, rubbing his chin.

"But not enough," I continued. "We need someone stronger. Someone who can match us. Someone who—"

I frowned. "Who in your world is powerful enough to help us?"

Discord paused.

Three giant question marks appeared above his head.

I gave him a flat look.

"Seriously?"

"Hey, it’s a genuine question!" He gestured wildly. "I mean, we could go for full-power Twilight, but that’s boring. I was thinking in a more… devilish way."

I squinted at him. "Define devilish."

He grinned.

I felt something cold crawl up my spine.

Whatever he was thinking…

It was going to be big.

And I liked that.

I liked that a lot.

I smirked.

"We will need everyone we can get"

Discord's smile widened.

"To take down those daughters of the fucking Grogar?" He chuckled. "Oh, trust me, my friend…"

He snapped his fingers.

The air rippled.

Reality shivered.

"We’re just getting started."

Author's Note

Welcome again, this has to be one of my favorite chapters, ehhh to quickly i a giant plan on my board on wall but it didnt fit in the time line and changing the story in 80 degress is to much, i shouldn't have speeded the photo taken at aj hause and memory regain this was my fault, but here you have like? second big fight? but oh no no the war wont be as soon as you think, it will be the finally. i hope you liked the chapter, 4 am on the clock, i was laying in bed on 20pm and i think hmmm, i can start writing this one and end in the ending, it allways end like that. End with that our maraton with Sunset Radience ends. I will comeback to this story after i write some chapters to other one, like a little pause on it