That doesn’t seem right. Perhaps I overslept.
Discord awoke from his month-long nap in a bit of a haze. He got up, stretched, and checked off another page on his wall-hung calendar floating next to his hammock, clearly without the actual wall to be holding it up. After having been drained of all his magic by Tirek, he figured some long overdue rest would help rejuvenate him. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to do the trick.
Something felt wrong. It wasn’t his magic—he’d regained that once Twilight and her friends finally beat the double-crossing villain. Getting his magic back didn’t seem to have restored him completely. His powers worked—he could cause all the chaos he wanted. Still, chaos was a fickle thing and things didn’t feel right when there was no obvious reason it should be that way. He wondered what else could possibly be wrong.
Perhaps I should pay a visit to my favorite pony friends. Maybe they can help get me back in my groove.
He paced the floor caught up worry. The nagging feeling that finally woke him from his unrestful slumber was still there. He sat back down on the edge of the hammock and pondered a while. He had lost his magic completely, and then it was restored, so it couldn’t be that. He wondered if he had lost his mojo somehow. A terrible thought for any lesser creature—for the Lord of Chaos, the consequences could be dire.
He snapped his claws and the sky turned purple. He snapped again and some fish flew by. He snapped a third time and the sky went back to blue, but the fish turned purple and started dancing. The magic felt the same; the chaos, however, still didn’t feel right.
Maybe this is something else. Perhaps I need to have a talk with the Tree of Harmony.