Hercules/Discord AU

by fluttercordlover232


Chapter 8

Discord landed on the small island he was told by the Celestia statue was the home of Spikeartecuus, the Dragonlands. That only meant one thing, that the Trainer Of Heroes was none other than a dragon. The Dragonlands being called an island was an understatement, it was more like a barren wasteland of nothing but rocks and volcanoes.

As expected, the land of dragons was full of...well...dragons. Dragons of different sizes, shapes, and colors. Some were tall and lean, others were short and fat. There were purples, blues, yellows, reds, and greens; any color one could imagine.

As Discord looked around, he suddenly felt very overwhelmed. How was he supposed to know which one was Spikeartecuus? The Celestia statue didn’t mention any physical features the Trainer Of Heroes might have had that would’ve identified him from other dragons.

“Look out!”


Discord looked up just in time to see a purple and green blur crash into him and knock him to the ground. When he looked down to see what had crashed into him, he saw a small dragon laying on his stomach. He had green and purple scales covering his body . He had green spikes on the top of his head, going down the length of his spine and ending at the tip of his tail.

The little dragon got off of Discord. “ Sorry about that. New wings,” he spread a pair of leathery purple and green wings on his back for the draconequus to see, “I’m still trying to get the hang of them.”

“That’s alright, no harm done,” he said as he stood up. “I’m looking for a dragon named Spikeartecuus, do you know where I might be able to find him?”

“You’re lookin at him!” He pointed at himself, “and call me Spike.”

Discord held out his paw. “It’s so great to meet you, Spike! I’m Discord.” The young dragon grabbed his paw to shake it. But as soon as he touched it, he felt a ripple of electricity course through his whole body, shocking him.

“Hahaha!! You fell for the oldest trick in the book! You should’ve seen your face!”

Spike didn’t look amused.

“Spike, I really need your help. I want to become a hero, a true hero.”

The young drake raised an eyebrow. “You...you want to become...a hero?” He barely managed to hold in his laughter. “You’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Discord said with his arms crossed.

Spike looked him up and down, taking in all of the different animal parts on his body. “Yes, actually. Your whole appearance is a joke. What even are you anyway?”

Discord growled softly, “A God, actually.”

This time, Spike didn’t even bother to try to hold in his laughter. “You? A God?! Yeah, right! Then why aren’t you on Mt. Aris? Oh, great and powerful one!” He was rolling on the ground in a laughing fit, tears streaming down his face.

“I’ll prove it to you!”

With a quick snap of his fingers, Spike's wings vanished off his back!

The dragon quickly took notice when he felt a sudden lightless on his back. He turned around to look.

“Hey! My wings! I just got those! Give them back!” His eyes narrowed angrily at the draconequus, but slowly, they started to widen in shocking realization at what he just did. “How...how did you do that? The only beings that possess a magic that powerful would be-“

“A God?” Discord smirked at him, “Exactly.”

Spike’s mouth was agape, “BBBut....” He managed to stutter. Discord walked up to him and placed a claw under his purple chin to push his mouth closed. “Now will you help me?”

A worried look spread across the dragon’s face. “How will I know you won’t turn out like the others?”

“Others?”

Spike nodded, “Tirek, Nightmare Moon, Daybreaker, and Queen Chrysalis. Who do you think trained them to harness and control their powers? I trained all those would-be heroes that are now villains locked away in Tartarus, and what do they do, they betray me by using their gifts for the downfall of Equestria instead of the benefit. The only heroes they are now, are heroes of destruction. I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t train anybody again. A dragon can only take so much disappointment.” He sighed.

Discord was stunned speechless, Spike was the one who trained the Titans to what they are now? But wait, didn’t he say that the Titans turned their backs on heroism?

“I’m not like the Titans, Spike. I want to do good for Equestria.” He said with a hint of desperation.

Spike looked at him skeptically, an eyebrow raised in question, “Fine, I’ll help you on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Give me my wings back.”