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// Goal 
// Story: Discord's Final Wish 
// by BaleonRosen 
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It wasn't long after his self-proclaimed 'defeat' of the two sisters, that Discord started getting bored. He had been even more bored while he was imprisoned, but something about this situation wasn't as fun as he'd imagined. Without the looming threat of being turned to stone, there was nothing to drive him to cause chaos. He almost missed the danger of causing chaos.

Discord stood up again and decided to fix the wall of his cave.
“I have nothing better to do, so I may as well fix it,” he said to himself.
Discord pulled down the curtain and stared out at the land below him, bathed in moonlight. He waved his claw in the air and the rock wall started shifting, melding sections of the wall that were broken. It wasn't long before the wall looked as it had before, with no signs of ever being gone.

He lazily dropped back onto his throne, not even bothering to sit in it correctly. He hadn't used any magic in a while, so he had forgotten how much effort doing simple tasks could be.
“How do they do it?” pondered Discord, thinking about Celestia and Luna, “They have been able to move freely for far longer than I have, but they never seem to be bored. Even Luna isn’t bored, and she spent a couple of years in the moon.”
Because they have a goal, he thought.

He pulled himself upwards so he was sitting more comfortably.
“They have a goal,” he said, “so they don't get bored.”
The revelation hit him like a cart. He needed a goal to keep from being bored.
Closing his eyes, he focused on finding a goal for himself.
“What could I do?” he asked no-one in particular, “What could I do that would keep me entertained and cause chaos at the same time?”

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He opened his eyes, feeling groggy.
I must have fallen asleep, he thought as he rubbed his eyes lazily.
“I almost had it. I almost had the perfect idea.”
He sighed heavily.
“It'll come back to me one day.”

Straightening himself on his throne, Discord couldn't help but feel slightly claustrophobic. That was unusual, because the cave he lived in was quite large. Angrily he stood up and stomped towards his newly fixed wall, and with all his might, he kicked it with his left leg. The wall cracked and parts of it scattered along the ground. Not quite satisfied, he continued to kick the wall until he made a hole in it, just big enough for him to crawl through if he so chose. 

Feeling less cramped he started to stroll around his cave. As Discord was walking, he made a mental check-list of things that were different about him lately, in an attempt to find a goal.
He was bored. Very Bored.
He was angry at little things.
He envied the two Princesses of Equestria.
He wanted to be like them.
He wanted a goal for his life.

Having circled the cave several times while thinking, he stopped in front of the hole he had recently made. He decided to go and talk to Princess Celestia. Or Luna. It didn't matter, as neither of them could harm him anyway.
Discord crawled through the opening he had made for himself and winced as the sunlight shone on him. Even though it was setting, he had been in that cave for countless years, and his eyes were not adjusted to being in the sun. After a few minutes the sun had completely set and he opened his eyes completely. It was still a bit bright for his liking, but he would get over it.

He didn't feel like flying himself to Canterlot, so he chose to fly on the back of a familiar creature. With some adjustments of course. Reaching back into his memory, he found what he was looking for. He altered it's image slightly in his mind, and then summoned it. Before him was a large cake with one eye, four evenly spaced bat wings, a small beak, and a pair of stubby zebra legs.

“Drop me, or fly into any obstacle and I will feed you to a pack of toothless blind rats. Am I clear?”
Discord glared at the cake, and the creature cowered in fear.
“Yes,” it squeaked, nervously.
Discord learned the hard way that mindless drones were useless, so he made sure this one could think properly.
“Off then, Cake,” Discord demanded, jumping lithely onto it's back, “to Canterlot!”
“Uh, I,” started a scared Cake, “I don't actually know where it is. Or how to fly.”
“Why did I think this would be a good idea?” Discord sighed.
"I don't know, did you actually think about it first?" asked Cake.
Discord glared at him. Maybe this one thought too well.
"I will eat you."