Discord watched as the setting sun turned the sky pink. The rich evening light reflected off the tip of the pyramid temple, making it sparkle.
His father watched him with worry from the doorway of their home. Which was actually more of an entry way now. Their home had met the same fate as the Village Square. Fortunately, the majority of the home was made of sandstone. Other than the wooden door and a couple of shutters, the house was mostly spared.
“Your mother just finished making supper. She made cucumber sandwitchs, your favorite!” Cranky said, hoping that would cheer him up.
“Not hungry.” Discord mumbled glumly.
Cranky sighed in defeat. He slowly approached him from behind and put a comforting hoof on his shoulder
“You shouldn’t let those things they said get to ya...” Discord moved out of his hold and walked away from him.
“No, Dad they’re right! I am a freak! I’m not a pony,” He looked sadly at his father, “I’m not a donkey...” he sighed and flattened his ears. “I...I don’t know what I am....”
Cranky tried again to comfort his son. Discord...” but once again, he moved out of his hold.
“I know it doesn’t make any sense..” Discord said as he started to walk away. Hoping that a late night stroll will help clear his head and rid him of these troubled thoughts that plaqued his mind.
His father frowned as he watched him go. Thinking that perhaps it was time to tell Discord the truth about where he really came from.
It was well past dark when Discord returned. Cranky and Matilda were waiting for him at the entry way of their home. Matilda had tears shimmering in her eyes as she held her husband's hand in comfort.
Cranky swallowed nervously, "Discord, there's something your mother and I uh... have been... meaning to...to tell ya..."
"But if you found me, where did I come from? Why was I left here?"
Those were just a few of the questions reeling through Discord's head after his parents explained everything. He always knew he was adopted, for obvious reasons, but he had no idea he had been abandoned and left out in the middle of nowhere.
His mother unwrapped a handkerchief that was folded neatly on her lap and revealed a shining gold medallion. She gave it to Discord. "This was around your neck when we found you. It's the symbol of the Gods."
Discord stared at it in awe as he delicately traced his eagle claw across the majestically stretched sun, the cloth had done wonders in preserving the shine of the metal. Just by looking at it one could never tell it was fifteen years old. It looked brand new, like it was forged from a blacksmith the day before.
All of a sudden, Discord’s head turned into a literal lightbulb as an idea struck him. “This is it!” he said as he held up the medal, “They might have the answer! I’ll go to the Temple of Celestia and...” he noticed his parents looking sadly at him. His mother smiled at him with tears coming down her cheeks.
“Mom, Dad; you’re the greatest parents anyone could have but...I have to know.”