The Tale of Discord.

by wheniamking

Rating: everyone
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Sad, Romance
Length: 2209

As Discord is turned to stone, he recalls his life in his final moments.

As Discord is turned to stone, he recalls his life in his final moments. A tragic tale about how Discord falls victim in to chaos, torment, romance and rejection.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-20 21:33:27 UTC

Prologue

"I'm missing some excellent chaos here!" I sighed, chortling sarcastically at the ponies. After my spell turned all the ponies against each other, even their stupid magic of 'friendship' couldn't stop my beautiful chaos. Equestria was as good as mine!

"Alright ladies, let's show him what friendship can do!" remarked the annoying purple one, Twilight Sparkle I believe was her name. She glowed her horn in my direction, all the ponies elements of harmony alighting. I knew that because their friendship had been torn, there was really no point in doing so; in fact the whole fiasco was rather tiresome. But then their jewels shot lasers at me, as you can imagine, at this point I was getting a little anxious. I was still somewhat sure of myself, but I had my doubts. In fact, I had large doubts. Who am I kidding – anxious? I was a nervous wreck, a subject of my own chaos.

And then that's when it happened. The purple unicorn's eyes rolled back in her head- either that or her iris had turned white, and a rainbow illuminated from the six little ponies. I screamed in agony and fright as the rainbow surrounded me. "NO!" I screamed, but it was no use, for my own arrogance and obsession with chaos had caused me my own flaw- I was merely a tragic hero of my own story.

As my body transformed to stone, my last conscious thoughts were these: How did I become this? This chaotic figure hated by all? It's true what they say in pony tales, in your last moments your life really does flash before your eyes, and mine flashed quite rapidly. But it wasn't just from the moment I had turned; it was from the beginning of me.

Chapter One: My Little Discord

My first memory actually dates back to the day I was born. Needless to say, it was chaotic.

I remember smiling and looking up at my parents in delight- I'm not at all certain why, but something inside of me told me that I had a reason to be happy.

Unlike me, however, my father was not.

My father was a pastel blue Earth Pony named 'Romantica', with a long black mane that drooped down his back. His tail was short and spiked straight and he had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen throughout the entirety of my life. His cutie mark was a black heart with a scroll that wrapped around it elegantly. My mother was a short bright pink alicorn named 'Kind Flight' with a beautiful face but a solemn expression. Her mane was short and light blue with a middle parting, and her tail was short and wavy. Her ears flopped down in a very adorable way. She towered over me, confused but smiling. Her eyes were blue, and her cutie mark was a triple spiral. I turned my head and saw three nurse ponies beside my father. One looked completely tired out and another one was lying on the floor. The third pony, the tallest of all three and the only male nurse present, towered over my father and spoke to him in hushed tones, probably so that my mother would not over hear.

"What is… it?" asked father.

"Some sort of draconequus." Replied the nurse. "I've never witnessed one before, but I remember learning about them back at pony school." He remarked, gazing in my direction.

"Ro, you're a father!" giggled mother, probably a little dizzy because the nurses had put a spell on her to reduce the pain. Father had a stern expression at this, and he loomed his head over mine.

"Are you so sure Flighty?" he said with a straight face, not a single smile purging on his lips.

Mother nodded. "This was a rather chaotic day, wasn't it?" she smiled, cradling me in her arms. "We still have to name him you know." She told my father, caressing my face.

"Call him Chaos." My father murmured, sitting down on a chair beside the hospital bed.

"How about Discord?" pledged forward my mother, tilting her head, her eyes seemed to spin as she regained sanity.

"Discord?" stated father, rubbing his cheek in thought. "It certainly does suit him." He sighed.

"Discord…" whispered my mother, her face beaming as she planted a kiss on my head. "Welcome to the world, my little Discord!"

After that memory, time skipped. My next memory was somewhat later, maybe a year or two. I was sitting on the sofa watching my mother clean up around the living room. She picked up my toys; my loud rattles, my crashing symbols. She looked tiresome, her wings wilting abnormally so, and wrinkles were forming around her eyes. Being an infant, I did not take in to consideration these factors, my poor mother.

It did not matter that I was young, I knew that I was different from her and father, and not just in appearance.

"Mother, why am I not a pony?" I asked, twinkling my eyes up at her. She was so tired, but she looked at me and smiled. "Because you're extra special, with sprinkles on top!" She laughed, booping me on the nose with her hoof. I remember that she always used to say that, every time I was feeling sad.

I'd come home from pony school some days battered and bruised. Of course, all of my class mates were ponies and you can guess why I was bullied. They had made up a little rhyme one class, while we were learning about the different species of ponies, and they always chanted it at me.

"Discord, Discord, not a pony of any sort!"

After school each day, I'd ask my mother the same question. "Why am I not a pony?" and I always got her smiling response. "Because you're extra special, with sprinkles on top!"

In the next moment, my father walked through the door, smiling and giving my mother a kiss on the cheek. "Well Flighty, guess what?" he exclaimed, clopping his hooves on the floor in excitement. My mother looked up at him, her smile shining "What is it Ro? Tell me, tell me!" she had said.

"My new novel has been selling really well, and my publisher wants us to move to Canterlot!" My mother squealed in delight at this news.

"Well done! I am so proud of you! When are we moving?" she had asked.

"As soon as possible!"

"Where's Canterlot, father?" I asked him. His smile stopped completely, and he frowned as he looked at me. My father never made eye contact with me; he only ever looked at me, or through me.

"A city, we're moving there." He said "And don't call me father." his voice monotone with no sense of happiness at all. My mother looked at the floor, saddened, and father went in to the other room.

"Why am I not allowed to call father… father?" I remember asking my mother. She sighed, and smiled at me pathetically. "Because… because you must call him sir silly!" she said, forcing a smile, her upper lip quivering as she ran in to the room my father went in to.

I can't remember what they were arguing about, but there was shouting… A lot of shouting. I only caught a few words;

"We should have given him away when he was born." Shouted father, he was furious. "He's not a pony, of any sort."

I heard the tears of mother, but then a strange giggle that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"No… He's extra special, with sprinkles on top."

Chapter Two: Canterlot

Nothing interesting or different happened at all in the time period that stretched between then and moving to Canterlot.

The new house we had moved to was dark, with shadows looming around every corner. My father walked in happily, and immediately started exploring the rooms, without uttering one word to me or my mother. My mother's bright appearance and personality seemed to dull against the blackness of the house. She looked grey and miserable, but somehow still kept a smile on her face.

"Come along, Discord." She murmured, nudging me forward with her head.

I followed her up the stairs in to a small room which looked like it should be a closet more so than an actual room itself. "This will be your room, Discord." Mother said, stepping aside to let me through the door.

When I went in, there was nothing but a small bed in the corner and a chest of drawers at the side of the room, I was puzzled. "But I don't own clothes." I said, scratching my head with my paw.

I opened the drawers and found that there were pony clothes in them. They were all a midnight-blue colour and looked like they were for a winged pony.

"Don't worry dear, that's just from the alicorns who used to live here." Mother said, putting the clothes back in the drawer and shutting them. "I shall get your father to take out this chest tonight, okay?" she smiled. "Have an adventure around, see all the rooms." She finally said, leaving in to the hall way and shutting the door behind her. As soon as she left, the room turned darker and much more sinister. I lay down on the small bed and curled myself up, and that's when I noticed something I had not seen before.

Beside the chest of drawers was what looked like a framed photograph of an alicorn, probably only a few years older than me.

I went over to the photograph, and picked it up, examining it carefully. The alicorn was beautiful, white, with long pink wavy hair and she wore a crown. Under careful inspection I noticed that there were actually two ponies in the picture. In the background was an alicorn my age, also wearing a crown, but one that was made of yellow paper, she was wearing the dress I had seen in the drawers. I'm not sure how I had not seen her for a while; I think it was because I was too captivated by the beautiful white pony, clearly the eldest of the two.

I remember that every night I had lay in bed, staring at the beautiful alicorn. I even remember the name I gave her- "Belle", the French word for 'Beauty'. I remember wondering how such a beautiful alicorn that radiated light could have been living in a dark house like this.

Two months had passed since I'd moved to my new home, and my parents had still not taken me to my school. Thinking back on it now, they had probably been thinking that I'd be home schooled, because now we had the money, and father didn't want me socialising with any other… well… anyone.

I had been enjoying it for a while, as all young children not having to go to school do, but after those two months, I began to get bored, with nothing to do but watch my mother or sit in my bedroom, and come to think of it, my father still hadn't moved the drawers out of my room.

"Mother, when can I go to school?" I had asked her, I was nearly the same height as her now.

She smiled at me and wiped her eyes with her hoof, she seemed to have a habit of doing that now.

"Oh, well, I suppose I could take you now." She said. Grabbing me and struggled to put me on her back. "But mother, it's 4pm on a Sunday." I'd said.

She twitched her eye and put me back on the floor. "Then I guess you should go… tomorrow." She said, smiling ludicrously.

-

My teacher was called Miss Sunshine. She was a yellow unicorn with a sunflower as her cutie mark. I could see why that was her name, for she was sweet and kind.

I was late to class on my first day of school. When I stepped through the door all the ponies stared at me, although, I hadn't really expected anything else. Miss Sunshine beamed at me and called me to the front of the class.

"Every pony, this is Discord! He's new today, so be kind and treat him well!" she said, pointing me towards an desk at the back corner, next to another empty desk.

"How do you know it's even a him?" remarked one rude pony on the front row. All the ponies laughed with him, but I just sighed and walked to my seat.

Little did I know back then that this rude pony's statement had changed the course of my life forever, for in the next moment a dark purple-blue alicorn that sat next to him stood up and shouted "Hey! Leave him alone!"

Sure, it was a silly little comeback, but that was the first time any pony had stuck up for me. I stared at the back of this alicorns head, feeling as if I had seen her somewhere before.

Next thing I knew, the alicorn turned to face me, grabbed her books, and sat on the desk beside me.

"Welcome to the class Discord, I'm Luna."