Meanwhile...

Kaldr Dauði watched the land known as Equestria go through its daily routine. It was dull, unbelievably so! It was no mystery why Discord had been driven to such extremes. This land was of great imbalance, as if every attempt had been made to remove all death and disaster. It was a unnatural monstrosity, cuddly and softer then most, but still a unnatural thing. Even worse was the apparent attempt social stagnation. Kaldr hated social stagnation with a passion. On the other claw it was a great feat of imagination and wisdom. Wisdom was often silly and misleading, but imagination was everything.  The imagination it took to run such a place had to be staggering, but it appeared to have been running out as of late. The signs were obvious, there had been recent innovations and social changes.

" it is strange that the fall of one's imagination brings the accession of others..."

admittedly his perspective had a great bias. He had served the lord of innovation imagination and insanity for over two hundred years, and he had loved every moment of it. Before he had entered the service of his lord, it had been several millennium since anything had been new or amazing. Serving his lord had provided that by the hour. Everything the lord did was new and wonderful. The four years he had served his god before the great slumber was beyond belief, and had been just enough to tide him over the millennium of waiting after.

Odd it was to keep thinking of the god as a lord, the god of imagination innovation and (positive) insanity had been female more often then not. Still that had only been stories. The lord had slept the last millenium or so, and Kladr had served him for a few years before that. Less then a fortieth of the gods life had known Kladr!

It was harder still to imagine what his lord had been like before discord took the darker part of his powers.  The kind benevolent... eccentric young god could barely harm a fly now, but before that... Kaldr shuddered greatly in fear.

" Strange, my mind appears to be somewhat less linear in this point in time, it must be the reawakening of my lord."

Of all things Kaldr felt right now. The greatest was guilt. He had forgotten the name of his lord and god. Kaldr could never forgive that.

All other feelings fell away as Kalder landed. Every single fiber of his being came under assault at once pain, confusion, and fear ripped into his mind.

This went on for hours before the change was complete. There in the crater was a small serpent like dragon hatchling. It was not the bastard species of greed based dragon now inhabiting the world. It was ancient, impossible, and purely magic. It breathed magic, ate magic, and lived magic. tasting the air with the flick of its tongue. It leaped into the sky and flew for the best magic it could taste. The magic of imagination.