The day had started out as normal as any other. The Pegasus got up, got ready and headed out the door to work. That's when all hell broke loose. The town below him was in ruins. The houses burning, the shops broken into and ransacked, and villagers gutted on the roads, covering the trail in blood and gore.
He began his descent into the city to help but was stopped by the royal guard. "Shit," he said before he folded his wings and plummeted to the ground, spreading his wings right before he hit the ground and flying at top speed out of the town.
He passed through the tree lined and soared expertly though the trees. outmanuvering the patroll and gaining ground. His form broke through the tree line flying across the valley at the edge of the town and congratulating himself on escaping untill something hit his wing, severing it from the rest of his body, bone and all.
He felt nothing after that. He didn't feel the wind rushing past him as he fell into the chasm below. He didn't feel the coldness that covered his entire body as the shadows wrapped around his falling frame. And he didn't feel anything as he was taken from the timeline and moved back into the year 1,012, throwing him onto a soft bed as the blood pumped from the severed wing, staining the bedsheets.
And then the pain hit. It coarsed through his body, making him scream in agony and grip the sheets with his hooves. His mind focused on nothing else but to grind out the fire raging where his wing used to be. But something held him back, made it so he couldn't move.
He struggled at whatever was holding him down untill a voice said, "Shhh, just relax Erican. You're safe now. The guards can't get you."
He stopped moving and winced as the severed wing throbbed and spilled his blood onto the bed, draining him of his energy and making him tired. He began to close his eyes untill he felt something cold cover the wound, making his eyes shoot wide open and stare in disbelief at the shadows converging around the wound.
"Listen to me," the shadow above him said, "I want to help you. I can make you whole again, give you another chance, but you have to say yes. Now, I'll have to change your form for the oncoming battle as well as the rest of your life, but it will be for the better."
Erican was barely aware of anything but the cold and the pain, but the words registered in his mind and he shook his head, signaling that he wanted another chance.
Erican sat on the edge of the bed, his various body parts looking like a monstrosity. A few tears came to his eyes as he realized that he would never be the same, as well as because of a few other revelations he came to. He knew his whole life. He was Discord. He had instantly liked the Dragonequius the minute he had heard the story about how Discord had tried so hard to save the kingdom on that one horrible day. He knew the day he was going to die. It was dangerous enough information, but the fact that he knew his entire life made it even worse. One wrong move and things could go down in flames.
"I'm going to explain a few things to you, ok," the beast said, then added, "it's more than I'm doing for the others in the castle at the current time. I'm an entity of complete darkness. A shadow of what I once was. I'm now the Angel of both Life and Death. I can also travel through time as well as space. I manipulated the time and space around you to bring you here. The year 1,012."
"The year that Me, Nightmare Moon, and Queen Chrysalis fight Celestia," I said.
It simply nodded and continued, "You were always meant to be Discord, I couldn't make another pony take your place as Discord, so it's up to you to fight Celestia along side Nightmare and Chrysalis."
Erican gave it a wierd look and said, "But they didn't fight together, they fought one after the other."
The beast smiled and said, "Well, here's a little tip, that's not a fixed point in time. But I'm sad to inform you that your death is and there is nothing I can do to change it."
Erican smiled and said, "But wait, if I kill Celestia, doesn't that change history?"
The beast gave a sigh and said, "I'm sorry. Even if you kill her, things happen. In one timeline, the castle collapses on you when you're sick and you have no way out. In another, your magic just stops working as you're flying over the castle courtyard. None of the guards were there to catch you."
Erican winced and said, "I will fight the Queen, if only to prevent the timeline I'm from."
And so the three warriors stood in front of the door to the private chamber. One feeling conflicted about what was going to happen, one not able to feel anything, and the third worried not for his safety, but for the ponies whose lives had been lost in the years after the rise of the Queen. But all of them ready to do what was necesary.