Of Chaos and Tyranny

Chapter -0: Narrator

It was a typical day in Equestria; many ponies were bustling, some exchanging goods at the market as the golden orb knows as Celestia's Sun shone upon the town of Ponyville.

But, it is not this place for which the beginning of this tale shall take hold, but rather the majestic Canterlot Gardens. This is where the upcoming events inside this place shall set motion to an adventure, for this, is where our traverse begins.

Chapter 0 1/2: The Breakout

Inside the Canterlot Gardens, no guards stood watch over the perimiters. The park was closed for the weekend as it was Saturday; therefore it would not yet re-open to the public until Monday came.

Yet, even in the still silence, something stirred;yearning to be set free.

In the very heart of the gardens stood a large statue of great fear and power, looming and towering above the others.

It was the prison of a Draconequus, a creature who's only wish was to see the harmonic, beautiful land of Equestria fall. To fall under his, and only his,rule. For this Draconequus was Discord; the spirit of Chaos and Disharmony.

Looming fiercely over the surrounding area, the fear inducing statue stood at it's base quietly. The area was silent, the park was silent, everything was silent, And this silence hung in the cold air like a mountain; never moving and constantly hushed. However, after many hours of this uneasy feeling lingering in the Canterlot Gardens like fog, the chest of the imprisoned beast resonated with a soft, yet luminous, red glow; one that spoke for itself, like the prison would be shattered any given moment.

And as if fate decided to mock the rest of the world; it did.

Slowly, the stone cocoon began to crack; very sluggish at first glance, almost like the speed of which a snail possessed. But as time passed, it began to crack faster and more rapidly with each waking second. Eventually, the chest area began to glow bright and brighter, until it shone with the light of the sun itself, blinding to any normal pony's gaze. As the front of the prison erupted forth, spraying dust and debris into the air; long, slender, multi coloured tendrils began to worm their way out, pushing and shoving each other violently out of the large hole that revealed a partial view of the Draconequus.

As the strange arms ejected themselves and danced into the cyan sky above, they made each of their ways into the clouds. Normally, these clouds were a white colour, but as the tendrils slid their way forth into them, the whitish puffs became tinted with a soft pink colour. Similar to that of cotton candy.

As these "cotton-candy clouds" began to converge into a brighter pink, small sums of chocolate rain trickled down onto the cage of Discord, splashing loudly upon the monument, softly streaming down  into each crevice and crack from the pervious burst. However, these fudge flavoured raindrops were much more than just mere brown coloured raindrops. These raindrops were formed to entirely dismantle the creature's pen, bound by the prisoner's will. As soon as the chocolate raindrops seeped in, a loud, thunderous, and bellowing cackle erupted from the revealed beast's lips, following the noise of steps.

Soon after this laugh, a cloud of dust and debris tainted the air, making it easy for Discord to slither out of the smoking plume that had formed at the spot where his prison once towered. Clawing his way out, the mis-match limbed  stood up slowly and stretched his limbs, making an audible crack of joints being pulled from the straining wear-and-tear of being trapped inside a statue.

As the spirit of Chaos stood proudly, content with his wondrous escape, something was wrong; very, very wrong. His eyes glowed a deepened red colour, frightening enough to scare Princess Celestia herself to death. The Draconequus' coat was dusty with soot and smoke, but even then, his overall outer-body was darkened, as to have been made to be near invisible during the nightfall. Something had changed him, somewhere in his chaotic, yet fun loving, mind had snapped. He wasn't the old Draconequus once known to Equestria, even though he was still considered a nuisance and plauge; what stood there in place of him was something different. What was there was a monster; a monster bred for pain, tyranny, and destruction.

As a broken Discord began to regather his thoughts, he couldn't help but let a wide ,and somewhat unsettling, grin spread upon his face. Beginning to stroke his goatee dangling from his chin, his thoughts whirred  like gears of a machine as he formed a plan. A devious, cruel plan that would shake the very heart, mind, and soul of anypony.

The plan was perfect; positively perfect. However, before he could set it into full motion, he remembered his daughter; Screwball. As soon as he remembered this, another piece fell into his plan-puzzle. He could use his daughter as a tool; a tool of chaos and destruction ...

Chapter 0 2/2: A "Screwy" Reunion

Screwball sat silently in a field of fresh, green grass, hiding her sadness and longing for her beloved Father.

It had been several years since he was imprisoned for the second time, but she still missed him. She had done everything she could; therapists, mentors, everything. But nothing helped, although she had matured somewhat, both mind and age.

Thinking about her father, depression soon overwhelmed her bringing a grimace over her face.

"Why would he have to go anyways?" she thought, still frowning, "I mean, maybe they didn't like him, but I still do .."

As her sadness began to settle slightly, she began to feel like somepony, or something was watching her from a bush near to her location.

"Is anypony there?" she asked quietly, trying to address to the mysterious shadow. Suddenly, this shadow began to stir, making its way to the curly maned pony.

"Hello?..." Screwball called, out of fear and curiosity.

"Don't be afraid." a familiar sounding voice answered.

"Dad?" Screwball replied.

"Yes, it is me. Discord" it spoke again.

"Are you gonna come out?" Screwball chimed. After several months and years, he finally returned.  Joy quickly washed over her. "While you've been gone, I've been thinking of some plans we could watch baseball like beofre, or prank the Mane Si--" Screwball monolouged cut off as the silouhette slid out other shadows responding abruptly.

"No." Discord retorted, "I have my own plans."

"Dad?" Screwball responded cocking her head in utter confusion.

"Yes?" Discord replied.

Screwball simply sat there, dumbfounded by why her father had suddenly retorted at her suggestions.

"Well, I, just ..." Screwball stuttered out.

"Very sorry. I just ,er, let my own temper get the best of my actions." the Draconequus lied.

"That's ok ..." Screwball replied, "Do you still love me?..."

"Of course, my little bundle of chaos! However, I still need to do something." Discord replied sympathetically, shrouding his true intentions.

"Yes, daddy?" Screwball asked inquisitively; her joy returning to her.

"I need you to go round up six ponies for me; Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle. We're going to have the play a little game! But first my dear Screwball  ..." Discord said cheerily as his right hand began to form a jumbled, mixture of colours glow began to take hold; hurling it towards Screwball.

"Daddy?"

".."

"Time to be evil!"