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// Audience 
// Story: The Drifter 
// by GrouchoMarxDisciple 
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It's been a great day, so far at least.

Discord strolled down the halls of Canterlot Castle, a huge grin on his crooked face. All is going precisely according to plan. As he slowly made his way to the stairs, the guards parted and let him through. They didn't bow or show their disgust, but Discord could feel their mistrust. Not that I haven't earned it, he snickered to himself. Oh, but they'll come around eventually.

Normally, Discord wouldn't have bothered with the stairs (he felt that menial tasks such as 'walking' were only for when he had some form of company, like his dear friend Fluttershy), but today was special. He wanted to savor every moment of his victory. His plan was bulletproof, at least he thought so, and it would forever take care of his one true fear.

The dungeon of the castle, despite the rumors to the contrary, is actually fairly clean and well-furnished. It is intended as a holding chamber for anypony who acts in a disorderly fashion in and around the castle, and as such rarely has somepony occupied a cell for longer than a day. Many times it is a precautionary thing, and as such every attempt is made to comfort the occupants.

This was not helping one particular prisoner, however. He was in the cell at the end of the hall, screaming half in Equish and half in some unpronounceable tongue. Discord could sense it, his quarry was close.

"Guards, I would like to request a simple moment to speak to this poor, drunk prisoner." Discord said, embellishing his voice as much as he could. "Perhaps I could aid you in geting rid of him, or at least pinpointing his point of origin." The Royal Guard is a very diligent organization, but they didn't really have a protocol for a Draconequus requesting to speak to a drunk. "I promise I won't bring any sort of harm to the gentlecolt, and you can even watch me if you'd like." Discord allowed his eyes to become ridiculously huge, creating a fake cuteness that caused more gags than sighs.

Hesitantly, the door guard removed the key from his armor and slowly opened the door, locking it behind Discord, as he was trained. "Thank you, fine sir. I'll be just a moment." Discord said, in his brightest voice. He then turned around, and smiled malevolently. "Me and the Drifter won't take up too much of your time, I promise."

"D̑r͕͇̤͕͌i̘̦̯̮͍̲̗͛̈́̿ͩͪ̑f̜̣̘̥ͬͥ̽͐́̇̎t̉͛̈̏eͣ͐̍ͪ̈́r͕̩̗͍ͤ̆,͔̙̣̫͇̙͖̂ͮ̋ ̳̗̇̌͌̉̅̇I̳̪͕ͧ̃͊ ̤͉̥̺̬̱͇ͮ̒̌p͌ͮͩ͊ͥ͌r̞͈͈͈ͨ̅ͮͯ̃ͦe̦̹̥̰̘̓̌͂ͪ͂̑s͇̮̖ͫṳ̙̟̩̯̍ͨ̌ͤm̻͇̳͙̖̯͈̊ͯe̫̙͔̼̥̞̅̎͛ͯͨͩ.̲̭̲͈͐ͩ̓̈́̉ ̥͓̏͊̋A̋̂̽̆͒̔̉ͅ ̭̤͈̦͗̋́p̞ͮͬ̓̈́ͯ͛͌l͈ͦ̉ͦ̓́̂e̬̺͇͍͇̟̐̀a̭ͭͭ͒̃̓̒s͕͓̺͍̰̪ͣͯ̽ͅú̲ͧͫ̽ͤ̔͂r̝̙͊̔e̺͓̝̺̮̬̼͗̚ ͣ̉t̠̟̯͍̜̮̑̈͒ͅó͖̝͂ͬ͛ ̤ͪ́͊m̠͗ͬͧ̎̈́͂a̎ͣ̍̎̾̚k̖̠̗̳̲̱ͩ̎e͋̅͋́͌ ̬̎̉͌yͧ̇͌͐͐o̙̬u̯̜̫̺ͥ̒͊̇̍r̝̝̰͖̘ ͐a͖̦̻̜͉̔̔͒ͅͅc͕̮̳ͨ̋ͣ̎̽q͖̱̙̗̩͎̃́̃̆̀u̟a͇̞̤̻̋ͮị̠̝͍́ͅn̻̠͕̗̹̜̄́t̗̣̻͋a̫̺n̜͇͈̠͕̄c̯͆̒e̠̭̥̜̜̣͉̍ͩͭ͆.̠̜̪̺̜̅́̈͗͂" To those around, Discord's speech sounded like gibberish, but with a dark, menacing tone. It sounded like a thousand voices spoke every time he uttered a syllable, many of them screaming and crying. Those outside the room felt the temperature drop, and the guards instantly began trying to open the door.

"S̟̬͔̹̣̩͎̽̓ͪ̃ͬ̐̓ḧ̰ͪ̑́ͦakͪe͚͐ͤr̦̣͗ͯ͒̽ͩ͑̚.̮̬̭̿̓̽̂̇ͧ͂ ̫̲̜̹̗̊̿̎͆̄ͫ́W̞̱̦̯̜̳͕͋̅͑͒̊ͦͧh̭̫̺͈̮̿̿ͫ̐͑͑a̪̟̯̪̝͉̯̍̑̌ͥ̚ť̮͎͓͈̀ͪ̆ ̠̖h̪̜ͤͪͨa̺̻͒̉ͫv̦͈̭͊e̫̰ͧ ̰̪͂ͮ͗ͦ̎̓̚ý̻̟͙̪͉̝͓͛̉̆ͪ̆o̫͔̙͉̗̥ͦ͒̉uͪ͒̌̿̍͆ͅ ̜͓d̦̼͙͐͒ͬ͐́ͦô̺̚n̯̜͇̺ͮͩ̈́̿̆ͣe̘͙͖̺̯̟ͭ̉ͮͣ̌ ͉͙̗̰͕͉͉͋̈́ͣͨ̌ͣt̩̎͊ͮͧ͂o̓ ̝̰̥̲̲̩̗̌ͩ̈̇̚m̘̤ẻ͖͔̝?̬̩̙ ͓̩͔ͬW̪̝̱͇̟̆ͬ̔h͍̮͙͕̽ͦ̉ͅy̾ͧ ̠͐͛̂c̟̰̼͇͚ͫ͗̈́͂̓a͑͑ͮn͓̮̩̹̍ͮ̅ͅ'͙̙̱̞̬̤̤̉t̟ ͕ͬͨ̄̑̐̆I̦̲ ͈̳̤̥̙̠̒̾̐̌̂̚̚ͅD͊̒͒͊ṟ̤̪̳̖̚ͅi̳̫̼ͪ̒f̯͉̭̙͇̯͋͛̋̓t̗̰͕͓͓?͎̦̈́̀͗̋ͣ̍̚ ̮̻̬͕͈̞̌͆͊̿̓I͇̤̽̀̅̚ ̞͖̣̾̓̇͛s̗̦̱̼̯ͬͪ́͑̂w̫̪̬̉e͇̠̺̙̫ͪã͖͚̦̭̘̄̿ͯr̞͈̬̘͈͇ͫ͊ ͎͓͕̰͉ͩ́̽͂̊b̼̫ͭy̗̜͔̔͊̑ͯ̈́́͐ ̝̜͙̝̦̻̹t͚͍͎̝̝̻̪̃͋̾ͫͨͤh̰̯̐e͕͇̟̣ ͯ͛̿̅̚G̫̘̬̮o̤͔̐̔͗͌̈́͂ď̗̯͎̫͓̜ͪͥ́̽̊̍d̆̋ḙ̳̬͇̲̪ͭ̈́̋͆̔ͮs̩͛̉ͣͥ̋̈́š͙͈̖̗͋ͭ̽̒̾̈́,̼͎͗̚ ̦̰̤͌̔̚ͅi͚͇̪̙͂̈́͐f͉͍̯̃ͩ ͎̮̳̐y̩̟̞͕ͩ͛o̯̺ͅu͚͉̮̘͋ͫ ̩̝̊̽ͤ̋d̖̻͉͆̈͒o̼̼͎̯͔͓̓n̤͍̝̗̖͆̇'̼̝̺̩͖͈̺̌ͪ͋̿t̤̼̳͙͍ ̤̮ͣr͍̋͛ͥ͐ͥeͮ͒ͯ̒̈̀l̄ͭ̀è̯ͤͫͮͮ̐̍a̱̓̃s̟̠̟̪̞̺͒e͎͍̣̣͔͐͆̅͆ͭ ̱̱̠̺̘m̰̣ẽ̖͇̫̣̥̜͎̄-̺̭͙̝̲͇̺ͧ̇ͯ̏ͦ̌̚" The Drifter responded in kind. Unlike Discord, when the Drifter spoke it sounded like a man who speaks a foreign language. The door wouldn't budge, it appeared to be magically locked. The guards began ramming it at full force.

"D̲̣̲̹̲̄o͚̼̾͑̋n̠̫͉̣̖̹͂̈́̅̓̃͑̚ͅ'̓́t̻̥̼̿ ̝͎̗̺̥͍͖̎̆̉l̼͈̪̘̚̚ǒ͖̳̜̜͙̂ͤ̽̑o̼͚ͣ̏ͯ͋k̲̹̜̯̣̖̩̊ ̫͔̟͖ạͦ̄͂̾̚̚t͎̟̖̜͓͓̙ͩ́͌ͪͨ ̤͋̏m͚̱͇̗̹̲͒̉̑̑̿̇̀ȇ̱͌̇ͭ̍̇,̤̮̱̯̻̩̦̇̀̍̇̈̚ ̱̥͎̉̇͋̉ͯͥ͂ͅD͚͍̹͊̍ṙ͓̫̱̳ͨ̋i̳̣̘̺̊f̿̎ͩͭ̿̂͑.̙̟͓͈̳̖̹̑ ̣͇̿̀̈́̄Ì̝͔̜̯ͯ̓ ̍ca̹̝̣̼n͈̥͚̭ ͔͕͙̬͍͕̭ͩͨc̺ͨͦ̊͐̐̂̿ͅà͊ͥ͗̈́ͭ̃ḷ̹̰͍̰̞́͒͌̑̔̈́̄l̝̤̙̣͖ͬ̈́ͬͯ̓ ̊y̱͉͚̣̲ͦͨͬ͊̑o̾ͩ̂͑ͥ̐u̳̬̿̈́̑̿ͥͥ ̑͋D̹͕̩̼̦̮̠r̫̗̭̯ͯ͛i̬͕̦̪̻͖̓͌̍f̮ͭͤͪ̋,̱̩͕̥̠ͥ̉̅ ̟͔̥̺̥̝̞ͧͪ̍̑c̳̬̲̜͚̦̲ͦa̰̣͕͖͉̳̣͒͛̏̃̓̈̈́n̖̾̌ͦ͆ͨ̔̔'̖̯t̘͔ͮͬ ̯̳̫̠̩͎ͭͯͅI?̰̹͓͚͉͖̹̌̔̓̆ͧ̚ ̭̼̬̬̓ͨI̗̹̻̐̊̏̀ ̯̠̟̋̓̀ͧͅc̺̦̦̣͇̾ͩ͌a̙͔̖͗n̫̘̙͖ͥͦ̇ͦ̚ ̟̱̉ͯ͌p͕ͫ̋̐r̤̫͓̝̳̉̆͛̉̂͐ͨó̻̞̋̈ͩ́͋͂m͚̰͙̩͉ͮ̂̽̄i̠̗̊̿̏s͇͖̲̳̘͂ͮ̏̐̆ẹ̥̞̬͖̥̹ ͊ͪ̄̓ͧ̚y̖͉̲͓̜̩̪ͧ͒̓ͯo͚̠͍̩̜̲̥ŭ̠̻̫̲̤̼ͩ̽̿̈ͦ ̭̭͓͔̤͙͇̈́̃̃̇ͨ̋ͫÍ͉̘̎ ̩̰̭̱͂̓̈̃a̙̔ͨ͐̚m̫̲͉̦̪͉͒̄̑̏ ̘̩̬̮̺̥̂̆̌ͣͅh̗̳̜͆̉ͪ̌͆͗͒ẹ̞͎r̲̬͚͈̱͕͖e̬͕̻͛͋ͤͧͬ ̥͔̋̐̿̓̄͛̈́t̠̭ͩͣ̅ͤͤ͌ọ͔̭͍̇̓͌ ̙͚͎̜̱͕̺͗̍ͩ̇̈́̏̚h̙̖̹̦̠̗̊͛̅̑ẽ̊ͥ̈́l̞̣̪̬͋͌ͯp̬̹ͯ͌ͯ̄̎̍̆ ̤̤̝̉ỷ̯̱͗͌͂̈̃̈́ö̠͔́̎̏ͫu̩ͣ͐,͕͓̖̝̥̓̇̔ͣ̚ ̝̰̈̃̉D̦̪̟͈̘̪̿͒̽rͨi͖̜̫͎ͫ̇f͖̭.̯͋͂̍̿͂ͣ̚ ̔̓͆A̿ͥ͋ͣͤͧ̎n̥͉̫͙ͮͬ̒ͥͅḓ̭̯̩͓̜̬ͦ̃̂̋ͮ̉̇ ͈͓̱̙̝̪́t̹̥̟̤͙̬ͣ̽̌͑̐r̯̎̂̓̏u͙̘̜̳͙̻̰s͕̼͒ͣͮ̓̍ͣ̉t̥̔̇ͅ ̪̭̙̙m̆̒̓͌e͐̌̃ͬ͋̋ͩ, ̰̗̦͉̫ͫÿ̞̥̙͚̤͛͌ͩ͛́ō̲͙̮̋̇ͅū̪̮̰̺ͯ̀̑ ͋̀͌̊̑͊w̥͍̄̌ͦ̽͒͆̚ẳ̗͕̿̊n͍͌̊̏̐̅̔t̾̇̌̐ ͙̺̋̀ͨ̈̄̇m͈͔̲͉̣ͫ͊͆̐y̗̟̥ ͓̖̲͉ͯ̊ͮ̒̿h̪͓̲ͮ͆̒͋e̒͐ͫ͌́l̫̝̬͓̂̅ͅp͕.͍̼̪̙̻̖̝ͬ" Discord laughed. "B̼̬͕̭̂͂̄̃ͭe̯͓̪̥ͬ̌̉͊̅̈s̠̼͇͍͍̞ͣ̋ͦͫͥ̃ͥͅi̬̰͈̻ͥ̿ͅd͓̣̍̍͂̄ḛ̼͉̣͖ͪ͆ͣͅs͍͎̻͉̋̈́̔ͦͧͅ,̻̹̖̘̗͚̳̊̉́ͧ̒̚̚ ͕̻͎ͬͤ͗͋t̯̘̠̠̟̳̲͊ͤ͗h̻̮͓͕͖e͙̬̗͂̂̊ͅr͙̠͈͔͔̭̞e̞̲̲̯̯̮̗ͬ ͎͎̭͓̙̑ͨ̓i̬̣͖̲̿͌̔͒̾͛͛s͓͎̮̜̭̯̅̓̓͂̔̀n͍̝ͯͥ'̰̰͈͙t̯̏ ̥ͭ̾ͣ̏̀̉̓m̻͎̼̓̅̈́͋̉̓u͛c͓̪̥̏͌̌̓͌̅ͫh̥̳̤̺ͦ̉̋͆͂̓ ͍͑͐y̙̪ͯ̂̀͑̋o̓͛̌̒̒ͬu̼̠̤͓͍ͨͥ͊͛͊ͨ ̤̥̼̈̂̅ͯ͊ͭc̗̙̱̟̻̭̝a̤̪͊ͯͮͯ̽n̩̳̦̘̦͉̽̾̅̾ͥ ̘̥̐do̱̞̣̪̪̬ͤͅ ̎̏̄̿̑b̲͙̜͇͔ͦ́ͮ͂ͨ͂y̟̥̬̖ͪ ͓͖ͯͬ͛ẏ͈̖͔̟̦͕̖o̟̻̬̣͆͛̓̾u͓͙̰ͬ̿̋̍r̰̦̹͙̜̬̥͋̐ͪs̩͑̓̾̃ͅe̊ͬ́l͔̟͆͊̀̅͒̔f͙̬̗̱͍̖̦ͣͦͮ ̖̘̩͖͚̒͗̿n̙̖̮̪͍͒̄̅́̿̓̐ó͎̝͔͙͔̓͆̆w̟̬̙̱̫͉͙ ̱͓̦͙̩̽̋͐ͧá̮ͣ̓̂̾n̪̻̹͚͈͒ͧ̇yͫͤͫw̟͇ͧͅă͚ȳ̠̳͓͍̞̐̓̓̾̉ͯ.̲ͭ̏̄͊ͦ̑̓"

"T̝̟ͤ̓̽ͬͨ̂͑ḧ͙̱̤̤͔͈̹̅̍̚e̖ͭ͊̒̍ͫ̎̚y̮̗͓̱̙̞͂̔ͮ ̬̗͎̙̲̉̆̏͂ͯ̂c͚̙̖͇͕̻̔͋̀ͩͭ̓ͪa̰̮̖̋̌̿lͦͥͧͮ̾̽̚l͕̙̗̂́͑ͫ ͉̟͖̹͑̂̓̂ͧ̆ͪy̬̺͔͙͓͉̍oͤ̅̔ü̥̱̤̏͆ͅ ͍̘̝̻̯̤ͫ́̔̓D̰̦̭̟̹̃̒i̗͔ͣ̋̈́̔s͈̰̭̻̒̏c̫̳̓͗ͫ͛͑̄̄or̼̮̖̬͙͂̋͌͒dͯ̄ͥ,̳͍͎̣̖̂̽͗ͭ͊ͅ ͥd̰ͅo̹̙͉ͨ̍͗ͫ͂n͍̫̲̤͓̟͆̅̓͆̍͒ͦ'̬̳̱̠̅̊͆ͪt͎͚̅̿̾̅͊ͭ ̤͚͙̩̪ͧͪͧͦt͇̉̅̋ͧ̈́̇h͍̰̪̙̮̤ͮ̊̐ȅ͚̬̫̘̼̼ͅy̑͂?͚̺̪͌ ͍̫̤͙̻̾Ḥ̪̣̝͕̣͔ͬ̑̃͑̒̇͌a̖̓ͯ̀̌v̞̠̯̣̂ͤë̫̞̻͙́̈̄̇̉̈ ͋ͫ̆ÿ͓̭̞ͅo͎̠͎̹͈̰͎ͣ͑̾ͩͮ̉̏u̙̪͖ͧ͌ ͚͉̭̦̦̑̄e͕͓̥͖̿̉̈́̏̒̾ṋ̇ͨ̾ͫ͗ͯs̟̙͖̗̮l̖͖̄͑͌ͧ̅͊ͭå̯͓̘͖̖̩̭v͖͖̫̺͇e̞͇̽ͫ̔̔̉̾d̲̺̘ͬ͆ ̥͚̖̰̿ͧ̐ͯͫ̿t̳̙͙̟̏͂́ͥ͊h̝̠̫̹̏̓̔i̭͛s̤̟̭̼̿͂͒͗ ́ͥw̳͖̌ͧͅoͪ͐͐̏͗͌ͬr͍͎̲̰̜̒̀ͦlḓ͇̩̞̭̰͐̋̿ͥ̈́ ͉͇̙̻̗͔͈̂͗̎̈́̇ͥä̱̮͇̝̦͎̟́ͪͭl̺͗́̿r̟͚͔̘̠̘̅̓̉ͪ̈́e͎͖a͈̩͓̩̻͎̺̽̇͑͒̈́̓d͖͕͔͖͙͔̯y̭̘̘͉͙̮̹͐ͬͬ͗̾̇̚?̳̱̙ͭ͗̌ͧ͋ ̓̅ͦ͛̚A̖̤̾̿ͨ̑͌̇r̭̮͒e̗̤͉ͤ͒̋͑͒ ͚̩͇͔̭͉̱̋̽̽y̫͂ͫo̯̥͎̰ͤ́̊͗u ̖̝̲̄a̟̪̼̳͕ͬ̆͗l̬̪̯̭̭̜͖͐̈́ͥͩͩ̃r͕͚͍̎̎̇͋̍̀e̟͓͔͎̥̣͔̋ͤa̼̝̥͈ͨ̐d͚̫̦̋̿̚y̯ ̹̮͔̻̰̩̅͗ͩ̓ͨͯp̜͓̦̼̳̫̥̀̏͋̂̈̚l͓a̬͓̘̥͇̜̞̓̾͒̔ͨ͑ṇ͈̤̩̘̱͙n̦̾i̙̙̝̥͙̟ͦ̔ͅn͚̐ͤ̈́̓̆g͎ ̮̯̜̰̝̗̺̂̊͆̈́t͉̿͐̔͛ͧͅhͯ͂ͥe̘ͤ ̖̰͓̼̜͉͊̔d͔̣͙e̻̺͇̰̻ͧ̈ͪ̂̊ś̗̼͔̭̱ṭ̩r͌̎ͪͥ͑u̫͔͔̒ċ͙̦̭͔̏t̥̗̬̟̱̮ͥ͗͗̑̍̅͂ḯ̼̒̓̌͗̄̐ͅo͕̩̤̅͐ͥ̈̅ͅn͌ͬ̈ͧ͑ͫ ̥̻̪ͮͮͅo͓̻̭̣͉̦͛ͭ̏͋͒̍͊f̲̥̱̲̖̫̎ͧ͆̽ͅ ̰̇̅͊ͯt͇͔͕͎͙͇̙ͥ̆͛̌h͓iͬs̗̮̭͈͚͓ͧ͂ ̠̞̝̦̣̳̂̌̈ͫ̚ṷ̹̾ͫ͑̊̓̚n̹̖͒ͧ̌͗́ͯǐ̫͎̳͙̺̭̜ͣ̆ͭv̦̗͒e̍ͧ́̆r̖͍s̗͈̖̦̘͉̓̔̄͐̚ḙ͔̹ͨ?̟̹̠̮̲̠̝ͨ͗ͭ" The Drifter's eyes radiated malice. "H͔͖͔̥̀̑̒̉ȯ̭̠͖̞̲̞ͬͅw̼͍͇͛ͨ̿ͤ͒͆̆ ̹̲̖ͩ͌d̯̗̊͌͐̔̇̚î͋ͤd͔ ̝̬͒̾ͩ̎̑́̌y̒ͨ̊o̗̦̝͙͖ṵ̖̝̟̼͈̊͂ͮ̾̎͑ ̻͓̝̇h͙̿ͫͅỉ̝̝͉ͅdͦ̍ͭ̀ͭ͒e̘͗ͣ̇ͣ ̲̙͙̔̋͒͗͋̍f̣̰̱͓͔̥̀̃ͦ̿r̼̖̟̄ͨ͐̇o̤̯̅m̱̲̤̩̣ͨ͑ͩ̐ͣͬ̈́ ̦̞͖͙͓ͯ͊̍̋ͅḿ̝͉ͧͬ̎͆̌ͅe̗̦̻ͨͮ̒̎ ͎̀̋͐ͩ͑ͤf̦͈͉̹͂͊ͯͩ̾o͈ͣ͛ͬ͗͗̊r̘̙̳̱̺̞̃̆͆́ͮ̅ ̼̲̲͉͇ͅŝ̪̫͎̝̾͒o̭̜̮͓̮͑̎ͧͦ̂͆̍ ̰̜͙̏̇͑̄̎l̖ỏ͔͍ͦ̄ͧ͋n̖͖͚̉̃ͣ̈̎g̘̥̥͂͊̍̿̔?̘̞̲͉̮̀̇͛"

Discord laughed as the guards sent somepony to alert the Princess. "Yo̲͈͈ͮ̽̎͛͋ͥu̯̥̜̼̫̓ͬͪ̋̍̽ͅ ̝̠ͯs̻̤ͫͨͣ̅t̻̥͙͓̦͓͊̆̿͑ḯ̱ĺ̥̳̳̯͍͓l̾ͬ͋̊ͨ ̲̉̄͊ͮ̃ḏ̲̬̩̎̔ͨ̆̀o͙͇͙̪̮̠̼̎̈͒n̤̣͚̰͔͖̪'ͦͩ̒̍ͪ́͛t̬̄ͧ̈̄ͣ ͙̱͕̩̬̯̇ͮ̏ͣ̎ͪͅs̠ͧe͖̒ͯͧ̎̂e̞͍̩̣ͬ ̪͊̅͛̈̽̋̋ĩ͇͖͔̰͈̇́ṱ̦̼̙͍͍̭̀̎ͤ͑ͫ̄,̪̯͇̜̹̏̑̓̋ͭ͛ ̼̋͗̾͆̎d̯̪̞̿ͤô͉̼̌̊̎ ͎̘̖͍̖͎̝͋͗y̞̟̳̑͂ͭ͊o͇ͮ̋͌̽ṳ̬͓͇̦̓̒̓?̾̈́̎̎ͬ̇ ͉͇͔̗ͬ̀̽́̓W̬̮̪̦̝̞̓̋ï͈̳̻ͧͫ̒tḫ̮̽̀͑̂͐ ̭̩̯̝̱͉ͣa̲͕̬͔̔ͦl̳͕̩͐́ͥ̂ͫl͎͗ͪ ̺̈̔̄̈̅y̖̍͂̏ͩͮŏ̦͓͕̙̟ͫ̆ṵ͇̼͈͊ͤ̊͋̎͋̐r̘̄ ̪̩w͕̤̩̹̘͛́͑̈ͅi̮̞̻̬̼s̬̪̦̒̎͐ͪ̑̿ͬd̪̩̻̬̈́͊ͮo̰̣̹̘͑̉̅ͦͭͭm͙̦͙͚͍͛͑͒ͅ ̞̮͕̹͚̘̄̈f̯͚̗̰͛̐̎͒ͬ͊͌r͛́͌o͕̳͈̊͌̓͗ͫm̤̼̗̬͎̖͕͊̄ͫͦͭ̉͒ ̯͐w̦͒ͣ̏̅ͪ̏a͍̯̬̤̽ͣ̂ͅẗ̺̙̲̐̓ͨ͂̈́ch̗̼̠i͇͖̘̰͍n̖̊ͪg̺̮͔̏ͤͯ̆ ͣ͐͒ͪâ̺̻̣̬̪̰̮̒͌ḷ̪͚͙ľ͓̝͍̞̚ ̺͙͖͙̭̗̞́ͧ̽̿̅̊Ċ͙͑͋̓͐̎ͮo͎̜͉͇̜̣̒ͫ͒̑̊ͧ͂m͕̳̫̿̄ͮͨs̝͙͇͖͕o͉̺̹ͅ ̲͍̜̞̠̦̓̌ͩ̈ͩͪf̠͙̙̜͈ͧ̔ỏ̤̜̹̯̪̊ͥ̀̄ͨȓ̬̬̽̏ ̤̰̦̟̟̺̠a͕̯͇͉ͧ̐͆̃̑l̩̥̝̜̐͑̆͐͛l̮̺̳͛͂̓ ̰͓̘̹͚͋ͤ͌͑͛̌̓t̫͉̆̈̇̌͂ͬi̠̥̖̩̭͚ͩ̿ṃ̝͎̗e̜̱̰͕̜͒,ͬ͛͂ ̲̘̖̆ͬͣ̽̾ͭȳ̮̜̙͈̫̪͖ͪ͋̒ỏ̱͎̜̙ͫͯu̗̗̖̺̺̞͓͌̆͗̆ͨ̚ ̜̰̦͊ͮͨ̓̊̐d̝̞͍͍̠͒͐ͮ̎̍ͅo̻̯̘̖̱͚̘̐͛̍n͔̺̓͐̎̑̏͐ͨ'̝̲̤̺̜̰ͬ̈́ͩ̈ͯ̚t̺̻̱̳͚̯͉͊̌̒̾̐ ͔̝ͫͯ̋͐̎̈u͔̞ͪ̓n̮͔̭̩̼̺̠̈d͑̍ͨͭ̋͋ẽ̱̜͚̽ͧ̎ͅͅr̜̥̳͔͓̱̚s͗t̩͍̼̘̲͖̭̎ͧ̈́͆̍̐a̳̦̱̜̬̫̺n̥̊̐̆̄ͤ̾d̙̦͉̱̟̘̾̽ͅ,̜̣̘͑̑̔̚ ̭͎̞̲̝͐̓̍ͪ̏ͦd͌o͎̼̹̞̊͌̈́̇̊̚ ̟̟̹͔̞̖̂̊̍ͪͬ̄y͈̣̓̀͗o͙̝͖̬ͫͪ͌u̱̣?̣ ̦̤͗I̪͓͕͍̱͂ͫ͆ͧ͐̓ ͓̠̝́ͫd͈͍̫ͭ͗ͪ̎i̮͓̠̙͍̯͉ͨͨ̇͑̓ͪḓͪ̍̏̄n̓͛͗̃ͩ̒'͇͙̯̟̿̆̿͂̄ͩ͂t̤̭̺ͫ͋ͧ̓͂͒̋ ͖̭̖̓͑hi̥̅d͉̘̓̎͑ẹ̲̱̣̩̤̾̇ ͙͌ͬͧ͐̚f͚ͯͦr͓̥ͩo̭̓̄ͪ̆̽ͬm͙̠̩̖̲͕͕̾̐ͮ ̜̺̉̑y͈͐̋̄o̭͓̬̪̯̤̖̓u̘͎̳̦ͤͭ͒ͅ. ̯ͣ̾N͈͎̟̼͌͂ŏtͦ̑̎̍́ͧͩ ̪̋̽ͯͥȅ̼̭̠̮̈́͒v͑e̠͇͙̗̙̫nͪ̿͛ ̻͕̮͙̤̗̜͗̊̔̐͂̂Ḯ̩̜͉̱ͣ́̎̏̓ ̟̙̭̪͙̲ͩ̉̇c̬̺̥̖̭̺ͅo̩̹̰̱̘̱ͫ̅̚ű̬̤̞̦̩͗̒̅ͭ͌̽l̮̫̄̇ͭ͑̿̐̚d̫ͨ͌̈ͮ͂̉ ̣͕ͣ̆͛̈́͐h̑ị͇̺̼͙̬́ͥ̌̀ͥ̆̃d̙̲͖͍̭͕̘͆̓̂ͭͨ̄e̞̺̫̪̲̫͊̓̐ͤͧ ̈̾͗o̿̇u̹̫̼̲̳͙̾̒͑t̲̯͍̦ͭ̓͑̾ ̼͚̫͓̥͈͐̏f͔͚̣͙̰̆o̠͈̳̻̼̝̊ͩ̑̄̈̊r͓͓͉̜̜̼̬͋͌͐̓̇ ̠̯̠̭̻ͦ͋̍̅̿̆̓s͍͇͙ͩǒ͓̼̪ͅ l̪͉̱̖̻̦̊ͬͤ͆̀̚̚ȏ͈̦̪̪̩̗̯͗͋͊ͯn̠̥g͚̿̽͆͑̓ͬ.̗͔̣͙̤̳ ͚͂̿Y͕͉̯͎͗ͬ̾ͧͩͪͯò̠͕̼͇͉̹̓̾̌ͣ̒̽u̗̜̬̯̭͚̱͑͌̿͂ ̮̰̜͈̠̖̍̚d̦̆͆̍ͦ̈͑i̜̒d̲͒n̬̪̼̪̟̼͚͑'͇̝͔͇̺̥̺̎̉̌t̳̞̩̜̬̙̓ͯͪ̎̊̓ ̻͖̝͂͋o̱̤v̘̞ͪ̋̑ͮ̅̐̍ͅe͖͇͇͚̗ͪ̊̒ͦ̍̄rͬ̂̉ͮ̒l̖̞̰̮͆ͮo͑́́̚o̩̗̟ͣk̪̀ ̮͉͓̬͚ͬ͛̊̎͂m͌ͯ̓̔̈́͛͒e͉͈̥̺͊̉͑͑,̬̪̔ͭ͒̏̓ ̬͔̍̑͒̍̔͊͌y̦̰̗̙͖̼͓̑͐́ͤ͛ͫo̦̗͈̳̯̺͍ͧu ̐ͯ̔̍ͬ̚o͓͆͑̎ͮ̉̚f̝͇ ̗̺̺̭̜ͅa̯̭͓̝͉̓̀l̘͕̑ľ͇̰͔̯ͩͮ ̻̥̺̹̥̘p̣e̽ͮͫ̆o̤͈̱̺̞͖̻͋͆ͨͫ̿͐͊p̪̞̹͕͈̟̹l͇̘̙̞̲͚̈́̎ͣe͍̯̹͍͍̫͕̽̂ͪ ̣̞͍̖ͣͤ̏͊̑̏ͯͅk̼̗͉̮̜̒̿̍͑̂̒ͤn̠̘̳ͮo̔̾̐̑̔ͭ̆w͚̻̪̍ͪ ̪ÿ͍̻̣̥͔̙́̍̈̊̎ȯ͎̹͈̓u ̺̾̈́̂̊̚å̗͇̠͈r̔̑̎̑̔̚e͖͖ ͖̦̙̰̣͒ͦͯ͂͒̃̚m͍̯̘̞̝͙̔̅̃̂̉o͕r̥̭̈͌ͭẽ̝͚͉̟̰̐̓ͫͥ ͎̖́̊̎̒ͯ̚t̯͖̖͖̮̩̺̄̊́h̞͔ͪ̊̽͊o̹̰̍̋͂͑̽̓̆r̤͍̼̘̠̬͇ͧ͊̎͐ͯ̋̐o̜̺͎̗͎͍̔ͫ͆͛̂̏u͆̿͑ͥͪ̈́g̤͙ͨ̏ͦ̏h̼͓̻̾̾͆̓̉ͅ ̦̩͓̩̮̠̥̎̾͋̈͒̓́t̼ͧ̿͑̒h̠ͣan̤̭͔̻̹͕͚̾̿̓̄ ̻͓̓̈ͣ͌ͅtĥ̜̝̫ȃ̙̼̟͕̱͇t̫̦̳̫̮͛̋.̱̹̓̊͆̀ͅ"

"Princess! Something's going on in the dungeon! Discord and a prisoner. We can't get in."

"Y̦̖̣̖̯̳ͭ͒ͧo͍̲͐̎ͦ̈́̃ŭ̫̲̻̓͌̀͛͆ ̱̉k̰̺̱͐̋n̯̝͕͎͗ͮͥ͊̐o͉͉̝̗͙͉̻̍̅̅w̳ ̬̻̝̖̱̥͇ͬ̿ͬ͊̊w̦̱̦h̗͇͙̥̙̥ͦa͎̳̤͉̦ͬͫͅṯ̮͓̱͕͍̭ͬ̆ͯͦ̋̾ ̝̞̜͎̠ͧ̊̐͑h͍̗ͥ̌ͩ̿̊̇ͅa͓p͉ͩp̭̳͙̗̘̂ͩͥͅẹ̭̠͕͈ͫͣ̉́̑̿n̮͔͓̘̂̂ͬͤͧẽ̟̰d͍̺̹̏ͧ,̲̫̙͇̏͂̎̃̆͊̚ͅ ̮̠͓̳̯͔͕D͚̺̰̥͔͎͚r͇̻̘̯̣̺̳ị̙̫̭̳́ͬ͒ͦ̇ͨ͆fͯ́̿̃̉ͨt̟͚̣̰͚͚̍̑ͥ̎̈͆̓ḛ̻̻̑ͦͣͫr̺͈̠͖̣̬̎̌͒͌͊ͥ̚?̟ͧ͆̔ ̬̲̦̥̺̙͖̏͒̽̚Y̍ͤͦo̗̿͆̽̌̓ͧ̾u̹̙̤̟ ̲̹̼͔̙̺̱̂k̹͉͇ͫͭ̅ͦ̓̽̈n̻͎̘͎̤̟̩̈́̏̾͛͆ọ̻̪̘̇ͫͤͥ͗̈́̿w̼̭͍͔̰̓ͪ͌ͭ ͎̑ͥ͗ͭͨͫw͍͕̩̤̠̬͚ͬh͔͇̼͎ͪ̈́̋̄̋̉̈́y͔̰͌ ̙̠̼̲͊̏ͨyͫ̔õ̙̍u̼̙̐̎͐͒̍̅ͥ ̠̲̥̦ͦ̇c͉̺̱̼͈͍̜̽ͧ͑o̦̰̰̻̱̗͍ͩ͛ͬ̽̀̅ͮu̳̣͕̖̘͇ͭ̂̒ͥ̍̋lͪ̏͊̚d̼͍̰̖̺͚̪̒̆̅ͣͤ͑n̦̺̞̜̬̂'̫̯̤͎t ͮ̑ͮf̼̖̩ͧͧ̓̂ͫ̓͗ï̗̖̗̜͙̯͈̇ṅ̝̚d͍̩̭̪̿̏̍̎̾͆͛ ̬̣͑̇mͦ̍͌́̾͂̚e̅?͕͙̼̐͒ͅ"

The Princess lit her horn and began a teleportation spell.

"I̙̲͙̲̳t̺̰̞̺͈̭̻'̤̤̞ͅs̹͇̻̙̥̙͍ͫ̊̐̈́̄̑̽ ͓͖̠̩̈́ͧb̪͕̘ͥ̑́ͅe̻̙̬̍́͌ͯͤ̊c̙͚̤̻͉͈̪aͫͧ̒͋̽u̦͕͔͆͌ͭ̅̿̾̽s̩͚͖͍̬̱̄͛̓̓̓ͅe̘̮̫ͨ͋̆ͤͪ,̩̬̜̝̯̹̏ͮ̆ ̜͙̮͙̮̌̾͒͐̏t͍̙̺̻̘̝͉́͌̀̅̏ḣ͕̙̱̫̮e͉̘̪yͫ̒̌̓̎ ̤̖̮̲ͯc͙͈͕̗͍̐a͚͙̖̬͎̞ͯͩ̐ͬ͗̔̚ȗ͓͖ͧ̄̍̑͒̾g͖̲̲̟̪͇͉ͯ̈̎ͧͤ̋̏h͍̗̞̫̖͗͋ͫt̳̞̲ͫͤ ̭̦̠̤̬͕m̫̔ͩ̀e̗͕ ̘͔̊ͮ̚f̖̤̩͚̄̽̿ͦ̉ȉr̹͕̠̠͚̦̊s͕͍͙ť͎̱̤̟̜̝̅̔̂.̙̙̂͋̈̌̾"

And with a flash of light, Discord was gone, replaced by the sovereign of Equestria.