If You Came to Conquer

by cleverpun

3. Immutable

Discord smiled. He put on a pair of glasses, and slowly looked across the checklist he had made. The clouds had been easy enough. So had the buildings. The checkerboard sky was proving a little more difficult.

He looked upward. “She really stuck that up there, didn’t she?” The moon still sat near the horizon, moving slowly back and forth. It kept blurring any patterns he put up there, and the sun stubbornly refused to come back no matter how hard he prodded and pulled and poked.

He shrugged and tossed the list aside. The glasses soon followed. “Plenty of time to sort that out later, I suppose.”

He fished around in his pockets for a while, and finally found what he was after. His grin widened, the thin strand of ethereal hair barely visible in between his fingers. “After all, we have all the time in the world.”

He poked the single strand into the ground and summoned a cartoonish, oversized watering can. The liquid that sprinkled out was prismatic and chromatic and translucent all at once. The ground rumbled, and the hair stretched and morphed into a black and blue flower.

Discord took a slurp of coffee. The mug still had a cacographic “#1 Dad” scrawled on the side. “I wonder what little Luna is up to, over there,” he said to himself.

His laugh echoed across the moonlit wasteland.