Discordantly Lament

Chapter 1

FOOL

Discord gazed upon the garden infront of him. The garden he had seen for so many years on end. It taunted him. Humiliated. Scolded. But he stared in a trance. "Sometimes, all someone needs is a little peace," he taught himself whilst gazing upon the garden of voracious colours. Red pantherlillies loomed over discreet yellow pansies as they melted together in a colour fit for the summer sky. But the fine details did not matter for Discord. Nothing did, for all he needed was his peace. His tranquility. His view away from the bustle.

Ever since he was 'reformed' he was bothered by every pony that could possibly exist in this putrid, chaosless world. "I suppose if I ever told my younger self I'd be sitting still, he'd probably say I was a changeling." He chuckled to himself.