Earth #: 4031
Codename: “Discord the Meek”
Discord slowly pattered through the pristine marble hallway. He held a substantial stack of books in his claw/paw and even more hovered behind him, suspended by a levitation spell. The Royal Library had received a recent edition of encyclopedias and he had volunteered to carry them from the front entrance hall, all they way to the shelves themselves in the library.
This was normal of his day to day actions. Any odd job that was involved with Canterlot’s wide assortment of information was definitely his responsibility. He was the active librarian, book assistant, check-out manager, check-in manager, and page restorer for over a thousand years. He saw it as his duty to deal with anything involving his domain, even when it technically wasn’t.
Reaching the wide double doors to the Hall of Shelves, he attempted to push his way through the spacious opening. No luck. The stacks he was carrying were too high to fit over the door top. Trying again, he still could not squeeze the stacks through. Pushing one last time, the books both in his grasp and hovering behind him, exploded in a flurry of book bindings and pages as each codex tumbled to the ground.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Discord mumbled to himself, quickly getting on his knees to pick up and push all the fallen books through the doorway. Halfway through his work, he heard hoofsteps at the end of the hall followed by snickers and muffled whispers.
Panicking, Discord pushed the last clutter of texts through the doors and promptly shut them behind him. He was safe now.
Lifting all the books with his magic, he levitated them over to his processing table and neatly placed them alphabetically across it. Planning to get to work later, he plopped himself down on the nearest bench and put his claw to his forehead.
Anger seethed from his cheeks as his jaw tightened in pure hatred at the guards. “They always do this!” he thought to himself, “They never stop! What did I do to them!?”
Although he hadn’t seen their faces, he knew all to well the sources of those passing insults. Stonewall and Blitzkrieg was their names, a pair of guards that were regularly posted around the library and the connecting chambers. Ever since they had appeared awhile back, his peaceful world had been shattered to bits. Whether it was a passing sarcastic compliment or giggling at his clumsy antics, those two never seemed to be satisfied with bothering him.
But what made it worse about it all, was his whimpyness in responding to them. He never did anything about it, always enduring through the days and hoping that they might get bored with him.
“I’m almost twelve-hundred years old, I shouldn’t take this from a couple of punks!” he continued to himself. “I should…I should do something bad to them! Like make them slip on the floor or maybe spray water on them! Yeah, that’ll teach them a lesson!”
But the little voice in his head spoke straight through these emotional responses and told him the right thing to do. “Just report them to the Princess, she will understand. Bullying should never be tolerated in the workplace.”
Discord sighed and stood back up. He had a lot of inventory to take and he needed to get down to business before lunch. Walking back over to his processing table, he was about to sit down, when a knock came from the double doors.
Sighing once more, Discord walked over to the doors and pulled both open. Realizing who it was, Discord jumped back in surprise. “Princess Celestia!” he shockingly exclaimed, jumping backwards and quickly recovering with a bow onto his knee.
The stoic monarch smiled and slowly trotted into the library, her bright rainbow hair slowly fluttering behind her. “Good morning Discord” regally greeted Celestia, “How are you doing today?”
Pausing a moment in recoil, Discord responded. “F-Fine, everything’s f-fine. I got the books over from the front hall all the w-way here, just like I said.”
The Princess nodded in approval and glanced over at the neat stack of texts on the table. She smiled once more at Discord. “It’s good to see that your position as Book Master is still a perfect fit for you, Discord.” The Princess slowly walked over to a nearby shelf and pulled a book from it. “I came over just to borrow a read on superheroes and such. A friend in Ponyville recommended it to me.”
She levitated a black book with a large yellow smiley face and drop of blood on the cover away from its resting place. Walking back to the doors, she said her farewell. “It was very nice seeing you today Discord, keep up the good work.”
Discord shakily grinned at the compliment and then realized he was about to miss out on his opportunity. “Excuse me, Princess!” he called to her as she was halfway through the door.
“Yes?” she called back, not a hint of agitation in her voice.
“I wanted to report something to you, something that’s been bothering me.” Discord could feel his nerves tightening. He really didn’t want to tattle to the Princess of Equestria, but he knew it was the only way. “A couple of guards around here have been picking on me. Stonewall and Blitzkrieg I think are their names. Could you please make them stop?”
The Princess’s expression changed to one of light thought at the news of this. “Hmmm, thank you for telling me this Discord. I shall go talk with them, and I promise this will never happen again.”
Discord beamed in triumph. “Thank you, Princess!”
“You are very most welcome. I will go and see them now.” Gently closing the door, the Princess left the room just as quickly as she’d entered.
Doing a hop and a skip, Discord did a little victory dance for himself. “Disaster averted!” he quietly said, “Now to get to work in peace.”