Dragons blood; of the things capable of countering the effects of total lithiasis, Discord would say that was his second favorite. So powerful was the binding cast on him from Celestia's damned minions, bearing the Elements, he was once again encased in the form of a statue. That was nearly thirty years ago to the day, and it didn't feel as though this weaving of magical stone would grow any weaker in the next thousand years. Oh, he had tried to commune telepathically with the apprentices pet dragon, to tempt a sacrificial offering on the base of his stony feet, but with no such luck. No, the only thing he could do in his stone hellish prison, the only thing that kept the sanity that he had left preserved, was watch. He watched, oh yes he watched. He watched Celestia and her daily routine, he watched Luna in her dark kingdom, he even watched whatever creatures would be bold enough to wander into his little enclave. He watched all the castlegoing ponies go about their business, not even looking twice at him in his stone form unless to scowl in disgust. So he waited, and waited,longing for the day he, Discord, God of chaos, would be freed. And so, being immortal, he sat dormant for these thirty years waiting for his moment to come. For years he starved, but could not die, lay thirsty, but unable to dry out. Being immortal wasn’t always good, but it had its advantages. One of them being that he saw it: the glorious overthrow of the mighty Celestia and valiant Luna. He watched with intent vigilance, as the greatest defenses in Equestria fell to this… this … thing, this beautiful, powerful, evil thing. The changelings were swift, and the battle was quick, leaving nopony alive save the two princesses. No he kept them alive, but his army ran rampant through the streets, killing every last stalllion, mare, and foal in sight. The slaughter was merciless, and in Discord’s eyes, beautiful. Ultimately the rear grounds of the castle were decimated, and all the animals killed for sport. It was glorious, just as he had pictured the downfall of Celestia, only without himself in it. Now that there was a new ruler, he could be freed, but alas, he was not. Not until now at least, and by the cursed apprentice's son, no less. It was just too perfect. The only thing bothered him though, was the absence of Princess Cadence. The idolized ruler of love and compassion was nowhere to be seen. But what worried him worst however, was the lack of her daughter. She had no idea what she was, a super being. He, being millennia’s old, had seen it happen only once, and that was with the ruler of the crystal empire, Sombra the cursed unicorn king. Celestia saw the signs as well, and now she was gone. This was very bad news for this new ruler, because if she realized her full potential, then he would be the relative equivalent to moss on a rock. But, the chances of that were under a landslide at best. Now, as tendrils of light like veins covered the stone prison he was in, he could hear it cracking. He could for the first time in three decades smell the air feel it on his face and hands, and he spoke. He nearly had forgotten how after all those years, but no. as his arms began to crack, he moved his shoulders and stretched. This was the first time he was able to move his arms in thirty years and boy did it KILL. He was sore, but he cared little for this inconvenience. He took in a deep breath and his lungs filled with air and began to pump once more. We wiggled his toes and shook his tail free of any pebbles still stuck to it. Just to check his magical ability, he summoned up a glass of chocolate milk, promptly chugging the glass and throwing the milk aside. He looked around the canterlot gardens, which were now a bloodsoaked red maze, and finally, for the first time in decades, saw what was behind him. It was a tree. Just a single lone tree, which contained a bird’s nest and two baby birds with their mother. They were happy. Discord snarled at this display of happiness, snapping his fingers. The tree burst into flames, and as the mother desperately tried to save her young from the fire she was hit by a falling branch.The blaze illuminated the clearing, the hapless mother bird lying dead at the base of her doomed home. Discord turned and walked away, whistling along with the symphony of dying baby birds.
He chuckled. “Let’s go make some chaos” and walked away towards the maze.