Chaos. A perpetual state of endless madness all too often surrounds me. I never did see the appeal of making sense; indeed, such a thing seemed only entertaining when flipped on it's head. I’ve never seen the line between sanity and insanity; between sense and madness. For now though, I rest on the cusp of it. It doesn't seem to matter. Perhaps once there was a time when the balance between chaos and ordered mattered, but it seems so long ago.
Still, I can recall Fluttershy; her kindness, her patience, her resilience. It sticks with me even now. She always saw the best in people; even me. Truly she was something special; something I simply couldn't find in ponykind before her or after she passed on. I had given her the chance, of course; the chance to stay with me forever. But she declined. Now, it all seems to blur together.
I've taken to resting within the mountains of Equestria. Away from both the constant nonsense of my own dimension and the petty squabbles of ponykind, I can take in the innate randomness of nature. The interwoven inconsistences of nature that often passes over the heads of ponies. A randomness that I am more able than most to really appreciate.
I hear the approach of something. Hoofsteps. A pair of ponies it sounds to be. No matter; nothing that would concern me. All too often I hear the rambunctiousness of mortal creatures within these mountains; whether they be the natural animalistic endeavors of the mountain's natural inhabitants or the adventurous exploits of pony visitors. It makes no difference to me more often than not. Just another round in an inconsistent cycle I fancy. Therefore, I pay no attention to my visitors.
I am startled when something attaches to my paw. I rise up to look only for my talons to also be hit with the substance. It’s a strange green goo. It holds me steadfast to the rock and I am unable to wrench free of it. With my claws stuck, I am unable to snap myself out either and I feel a sense of panic as my back legs are also caught in the substance. I realize now that I know this strange substance is somehow familiar. Before I can remember, I’m grabbed around the throat and my head is turned to face a pair of dark, yellow eyes. My mouth is forced open and I soon feel my magic being drained from of me. I have felt this sensation before; a very long time ago. Even before the deed is finished, I know who is draining me of my magic. I fall to the ground, weak and powerless as I stare up at the centaur. I can see his body grow taller and muscular; life and vitality being pulled back into a decrepit body. It is Tirek.
As he takes in a deep breath, I see the second half of the pair come within sight. Chrysalis; the former Changeling Queen; her demeanor ravenous. She glares down at me. "Discord." She hisses my name with venom that would kill a snake.
Tirek takes in his newfound strength and looks to the changeling. "I feel strength and power that I haven't felt in far too long. Do what you wish with this monster; I no longer have any desire for what lies within Equestria." With that, the centaur walks away, leaving me with the Changeling.
She barely seems to acknowledge her companion as she continues glares down at me with glowing, green eyes. "I've waited a very, very long time for this, Discord."
I have no idea how long I have been down here. I lay within the confines of a cavern without light or sense of time. She put me here long ago. She has since bred and sicced her younglings on me time after time. It bares no practical use for her, I know. My love rests within a time long ago. She wishes only to hurt me.
After Tirek took my magic, she dragged me down here and inflicted her accursed magic upon me. At first, she merely enveloped me within her slimy cocoon with which she has subjected many to in the past, but that was not enough. She sought to it that I fused with the formless substance, turning into a misshapen blob for her to enforce her will upon. My limps, my body, my head; all have been long fused into an incomprehensible mass; a slab of meat to be tortured. How she does it varies. Sometimes, she'll leave me to wallow in my wretched existence for extended periods of time before reminding me of whose mercy I am at. Other times, she'll throw torment after torment at me.
I am no fool; I know the source of Chrysalis' rage. A plot I had foolishly endeavored. A fate I had set up and enforced, knowing full well what would entail. She, Tirek, Cozy Glow; they had taken my sentence. Perhaps it is karma that has taken place; a sentence carried out by those I have hurt the most. Oh, if Fluttershy had ever known the truth of what I have done.
I have no mouth, and I must scream.