//------------------------------// // Restrant // Story: Stolen Chaos // by MoeYuseta //------------------------------// Shells of stone and marble fell to the ground as Discord happily broke free with a cry of joy. How long has it been since he breathed real air? Weeks? Months? Maybe a year? He knew it wasn’t as long as his last time, but still, too long. The world was over-due on its dose of chaos. “Oh, free again! What joy!” cried Discord, as he stretched out his joints. Oh, how stiff they were! He couldn't take a moment, not even to take in his surroundings before crashing onto the cool wet grass and sinking his claws into the dirt, infecting it, changing it into his image of nonsensical checkered patterns. But the moment he did so, something, something snapped harshly across back; ensnaring around around his torso. He twists his head around in confusion, expecting the royal guard, but instead see's a rather angry horde of changelings. Unfazed, he takes the vine ropes they threw in some odd attempt to lasso him and, made it so that it was harmless strings of bubblegum taffy. "I don't know why Celestia has changelings in her garden bu-" A pause. "Oh we're not in the garden are we? My mistake..." He does his best to not seem confused, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Why was he in the middle of the Everfree Forest? Where did all these changelings come from, and to address an older question, how did he get free? Not that it all matter really. He rathered if it didn't make sense, what a lovely wake up this was turning into! For the moment he needed to get away from these pests so takes flight into the air, opening his mouth to say something to mock their efforts to capture him, when again, something snags at his body- but this time it was different. He finds his body engulfed in a toxic green aura, and is suddenly pummeled into the dirt once mor- oh. Not dirt. A checked platform, the one he made earlier. Smart. "Oh for the love of scompiglio, what is the meaning of all this?" Discord grumbled, realizing that his escape wasn't going to be as cut and dry as last time. He starts to ward off the magic weighting him down, finding himself increasingly more frustrated. This wasn't the lovely wake up he thought it would be anymore. "You would find it in your best interest if you don't resist," came a soothing mares voice. Discord had no intention of giving up though- why should he, when he had the power to turn everypony in the area into a deranged clown minion? He looks to the speaker, sighing when he makes eye contact with a pair of brilliant green eyes. "My dear I don't know what you're trying to do bu-" Again, the vines lassos around his neck and some lucky foal was able to nab his lions paw. "This again?" he groans. What exactly was the plan here? "You're all wast-" It was the then the hoard surrounded him, more then he could possibly count. At first, he swore there were only a dozen or two, but now it was well over a hundred...thousand? A hundred thousand. Or maybe ten. 'Alright, I think I had enough' Discord thought to himself as powerful ripple of energy came clashing out at the changelings, knocking a good number back into the trees and the murky swamps beyond. "You're more deranged then I if you think you have a chance!" he declared to the still advancing minions of the green eyed mare... The mare. Just as he realized that perhaps he should of kept an eye on the leader of this rat-trap, he felt the stinging pain of teeth sinking into his skin. Howling in more bewilderment then pain, he lashed out at the attacker- finding that not only was it the mare, but that her bite was doing much more then simply causing a boo-boo. Her limbs slithered and locked around the draconequus, wings buzzing with the hum of a angry hive of bee's and those teeth, those teeth... "Get off of me!" Angry now, no denying that. Ripple after ripple of blinding power was exerted, all concentrated to rip the queen off his back, to dislodge her teeth that seemed to be draining him, but surely that was his imagination. "I SAID GET OFF!" But her hold stayed true, even as her children washed back into the darkness, as the clouds above swirled angrily above with perplexing colors that just did not seem natural. If anything, her grip tightened. Discord resorted to collapsing to his fours in desperate spasms, clawing at the leech, snapping his tail even as though it was a whip. The method was as childish as it was fruitless. Hours, minutes, he could not tell. But his limbs grew heavy and the skies above, calm. The checkered ground below retreated back into the soft green blades it was before, if not a bit tussled. His thrashing and flailing became nothing more then pathetic twitching. His vision, dull. Finally, he winced as he felt the teeth slide out of his neck, leaving the fur matted with blood. "Hrhmhaha... Oh dear lord of chaos..." Her voice was sickeningly sweet yet tainted. "I do apologize, I hate doing this just as much as anypony but I was given no choice. If it is at all comforting, it's nothing personal." For once in his life, he wished that things did make sense. Why couldn't he move? Why did she bite him? He wobbled up to his fours, refusing to stay down like some defeated pup. "You...have some nerve, haha..." He tried to pretend that his vision wasn't dulling, that his neck wasn't throbbing, that his body wasn't going to give out at any moment. The queen looked at him, amused. "As I said, nothing personal," she said with a smirk. Her form twisted and morphed into... Into him. Discord stared at what at first seemed like a mirror reflection, but as she turned, the less she resembled herself or Discord. Her form was black, body long, long jolting talons riddled with diseased holes and her wings a decayed pair that glowed as if smeared with lighting bugs thoraxes. A sick hybrid, a monstrosity, something Discord would admire if not for the pounding weight of the creatures front claw on his back, pushing him into the dirt once more in a act of mindless aggression. It was then he realized the awful truth. And his answers. Why he was freed. Why he was here and not in the Canterlot garden. Why he was weak. Why she bit him. "You, pitiful pawn, you have helped me so much!" her voice, when he heard it first, it was almost alluring, but now... Oh, how ugly it was now. "Your mind is so simple and you so do deserve a explanation. I have taken your power Discord, you are but a husk of what you were before. I made you nothing so I may become everything." Oh....buck. He trashed weakly, desperate for some relief, for air. Instead all he could do was cough out a spray of red that tasted disturbingly like copper. "Sleep now spirit of disharmony," she cooed in that gravely voice as she released her claw. She stared, unsympathetic at the twisted shape below. "If you are disillusioned enough to think you could exact revenge, drag your powerless husk away from these parts before sundown. I know you're thinking of that, you are. But know that you have no chance, so sleep. And know my children will not waste your remains." A fighting chance? How cliched. But he realized she was only taunting him. He found it impossible to get back up- what kind of shape was he in now? He didn't even have the strength to make words. There was that and... he had no powers. Somthing in his gut clenched up at the thought- powerless. The taunt was confirmed as he heard her chuckle with a rather disgusting squeak as the voice faded to dark.