Age of Chaos

Chapter 2

Discord’s Reign

Psychamine had every idea at what she had been doing. She had saw all the death she had caused, all the things she had done for Discord for his own personal gain. It made her sick. She shook her magenta hair out of her face, the metal inside her eye clicking quietly. It was cold in her left eye, but it had always been, after all, it was the last thing she felt when she put the metal into her eye. It was always warm around the metal, but the wind blew through the cracks of the knives and it made her shiver from time to time. She kept looking away from Silver Gleam as he grudgingly carried her up to Cloudsdale. She asked why she couldn’t just take the Cliff, and he said he wanted her alive when Commander Hurricane IV saw her. She rolled her eyes as they landed, and she jumped off Silver Gleam’s back and looked at him.

“Thanks for the ride.” She said, looking away from him with a bored expression. Silver Gleam nodded and they walked away into the camp. Psychamine was glancing around like she expected someone to jump out and kill her. Silver Gleam rolled his eyes, clearly, this pony wasn’t even sane anymore. But then again, not very many of them were...after all, Discord was the one calling the shots now.

As they reached the entrance of the camp surrounded by several big, rusty plates of metal and a few buildings that have been modified into watchtowers, they were stopped by two guards.

“Identification.” The Guard on the right said in a firm voice.

“Silver Gleam, Captain of Squad Three and nephew of The Commander.” replied Silver Gleam, “This was an intel mission and she is to describe what she experienced to the commander himself. Then she is to become a rebel warrior.”

“WHAT?!?” Psychamine exclaimed. “I never-”

“I’ve seen you fight first hand.” Silver Gleam interrupted, “We need any skilled fighter we can get, and you are the most skilled pony I’ve ever encountered”

“Fine. Let’s go in, I’m getting a little cold up here.” Psychamine replied.

As they walked through the camp everypony looked upon Psychamine with confusion. She was the oddest pony they’ve ever seen before, she had no scars, no bruises, no wounds, and no cuts on her body, yet she wore an eyepatch, though it was mostly covered up by her magenta hair. They also noticed something about her expression, she was kind of smiling. Since Discord took over they have they seen anypony even remotely happy.

“Come on, let’s hurry up. They’re staring at us.” whispered Psychamine.

They entered the commaneder’s (commaneder is an unintentional pun) tent and took a place around the map of Equestria. The commander greeted them and sat down in an office chair that he recovered from a nearby building.

“So, Silver Gleam. Who is this you have brought me here?” asked Commander Hurricane.

“Sir, this is Psychamine. She has witnessed Discord’s power first hand, she knows what was going on at that castle, and she is a great fighter. I believe she can help us. Sir.” Silver Gleam replied.

“Hi...” Psychamine said nervously, in fear that Hurricane would find out what she did at the castle.

“OK,  so what do you know about the thing that has been killing my soldiers?” asked Hurricane.

“Well,” she began, “It was about six months ago. There was something calling me there, I couldn’t resist I had to go in. In the main hall there was a strange pony sitting there staring  at me. How would you like to be a very wealthy pony? she asked. Me being not able to resist money, I agreed. Then everything went fuzzy.  I took the pony’s place, and then other ponies from your group came to talk to me. But I killed them all...and I knew everything I was doing too, and I just kept killing and killing. Next thing I know, I was lying on the ground with Silver Gleam staring at me.” Psychamine looked down at the ground with a small frown on her face. “I guess that’d be me who’d been killing your ponies.”

“I see. And Silver Gleam defeated you, I presume?” Commander Hurricane said. Psychamine just kept her head down, and Silver Gleam looked at her and then at the Commander, and spoke up,

“She had no intention of hurting us. Like she said, it wasn’t her fault.” Silver Gleam said, staring right back into his Uncle’s strong, unwavering eyes. After a brief stare as Psychamine glanced at the two nervously, he nodded.

“Since you feel so strongly on your opinion, you shall be training her. Is that clear?” The Commander said. Silver Gleam nodded curtly and led Psychamine out of the tent and out into the now bustling camp. Some fillies and colts ran about, playing and laughing while other ponies tried to fix things and prepare for combat. A few Pegasi flew above, circling the ruins for anything suspicious. Psychamine looked at the display, her magenta hair slowly flowing in the breeze as she looked on at the content, safe ponies that filled the camp. She smiled softly, staring at the scene that had unfolded before her. Silver Gleam ushered her over to his tent, where he sat her down on a chair before gathering up the things for cocoa. With a grunt, he tripped, and all the items started to fall to the floor. Psychamine gasped and her horn glowed a light golden. The cups slowly and surely floating in the air, followed by mix, flavoring, and water before setting them down on the counter and starting the water. She giggled.

“I can help you, you know. We don’t all have thumbs.”

“Nopony has thumbs.”

Psychamine just laughed and made the cocoa, setting down the steaming cups on the table before sitting down across from Silver Gleam.

“Hey Silver Gleam, why did you save me instead of leaving me there to die?”

Silver Gleam hesitated...