Discord sat in his cave in distraught. No matter how hard he tried, his chaos was not turning out how he wanted to. It was too....too...
"Too beautiful," he sighed.
His cotton candy clouds had become like works of art from a Van Gogh or a Rembrandt. The chocolate rain was no longer as chaotic. It came down in sequential patterns, splashing to the ground like a song. Even the chaos he inflicted upon animals was too beautiful.
"Look at me," he said to himself as he gazed inside the mirror.
"I'm a mess. I've fallen for beauty."
He had an idea why; Fluttershy. She was too perfect and too kind. Maybe her reformation of his chaos had infected him with a love for pure beauty.
"But why fight it?" a voice purred.
Discord whirled around in fright.
"In here," the mirror snapped.
He turned back to find his own reflection speaking to him.
"Why fight the urge, my good man?"
"Because it's not me," Discord defended.
The mirror gave a hearty, yet villainous, laugh.
"Of course it is. As a matter of fact, it suits your fancy well."
The mirror snapped its fingers and a fancy suit appeared upon Discord's body.
"It doesn't feel right," Discord exclaimed snapping the suit away and turning from the mirror.
"This isn't who I am. My chaos is ugly."
"Oh, Discord. You amuse me," his reflection chuckled.
"Of course it feels right. It's just missing something."
"Missing something?" Discord asked as he turned back to the mirror in interest.
"Why, of course."
All of a sudden, the reflection's eyes began to swirl in such alluring colors that Discord could not help but stare deep into it.
"Your eyes....." he gasped.
"They're so.....so...."
"Beautiful? Of course. Don't you see? Beauty makes you happy."
Discord's eyes began to swirl as well.
"So....beautiful. So....happy."
"Yes. All that's missing is the beauty of song, youth, and innocence."
"Song? Youth? Innocence?"
"Of course. You can make visual beauty, but pure auditory beauty is not one so easily established. And the beauties of youth and innocence are ones you have not acquired; ones that were stolen from you at birth. You crave these types of beauty and you shall do anything to obtain them."
"Anything," Discord repeated slowly as if savoring the endless taste of the word.
"Good."
The mirror snapped its fingers and Discord came up from his trance in almost a daze.
"So how does beauty sound to you now?"
"I'll know it when I hear it and sense it. Maybe I should go to Fluttershy for all three."
"Don't be silly. You shouldn't bother with that mare. I have someone else in mind."
The mirror faded away to a nearly-teenage unicorn mare playing with some friends of hers. She had a golden-blonde mane and tail, red glasses, and a peach-pale coat. She was laughing and smiling, completely carefree.
"Her?"
"Yes," the mirror purred.
"She has the beauty of song, youth, and innocence. Discord, you know what to do."
Discord gave a sickening grin and, with a foreboding chuckle, swooped around and flew from his cave in search of the mare he desired.