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// Anarchy in the EQ, or Wind of Change 
// Story: Freedom Incarnate, or the Redemption of Chaos 
// by Spirit Wind 
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My eyes opened, and I stared directly at my object of affection. Her shock was plain to see.

“D…daddy?” She had asked, noticing my eyes had taken on the same look as Discord’s, along with a very strong chaotic aura in his likeness. She said that she could tell something was wrong right then, but not exactly what. I had laughed and turned towards the boring stuck-up town of Manehattan.

“Ahh, what a bore, let’s liven this place up!” I had said, before teleporting to the middle of town, “Now, let’s start this party!” Very familiar glasses had perched themselves on my nose. Before they knew it, Manehattenites on the sidewalks had been propelled forward on new breakneck-paced moving walkways. Easy stuff, like the soap roads and dancing buffalo appeared next.

My next target had been a little home owned bakery known as “Basket’s Fine Bakery”. I had gently floated over the neck-snap sidewalks and perched myself on the counter. “How about a renovation?” I mocked. Each nicely packaged loaf of bread had become a full-fledged pony made out of springs; and each of them had begun to tear at the shelves and walls of the little store. The owners were scared as one of the spring-ponies began to chew through the register. As a final touch, I turned their windows into rubber. All of my cackling had worn out my throat and I had decided that Manehattan needed nicer weather.

I flew out of the shop and into the skies, where I spun some clouds into cotton candy. One jump and Manehattan was sucked into a typhoon of chocolate milk. Quenching my thirst, I had noticed the local guard had suited up and started coming after me. I snorted in contempt, one by one they had charged at me, each in turn being defeated in a ridiculous way. My first enemy was a chicken, the second had his magic suddenly reflect back, and the last one I had bothered to deal with actually managed to damage my wing before being flung into a building-turned-bounce-house. 

Getting bored of the antics of the guard, I went after some of the local residents. Seeing as there wasn’t enough actual damage, I decided to ‘plug in’ a couple elephants. Two families were permanently shape shifted from that.  Sirens started going off stating the emergency of me. Without stopping my cackling, I approached the offending speakers and changed the channel. My background music now established, I wanted to change the way the world worked.

First of all, I wanted to see everypony fly; as such, gravity disappeared for Manehattan. Many ponies were shrieking in terror and agony, I drowned it out with my music. Soon I wanted to see some other ways ponies could act, so I approached a resistant few and proceeded to warp their minds, ‘Discord them’ would be a good term. Even without my direct influence, a brawl had started down the street. Many ponies enjoyed the scene going on, safe above the cotton cloud line. My solution to their enjoyment was to remove their wings, simple enough; they fell into the sticky clouds themselves at my will.

Bored with the monotony of no gravity, I decided to turn it on and off at a random pattern. I focused on that giant ugly statue sitting in the plain ocean that I hadn’t dealt with yet. Without looking, I threw summoned darts to determine where to change things. Those darts hit EVERYWHERE; so I changed everything. Instead of being the four hooved alicorn lighting up the sky, I shifted it to a dancing sculpture of Discord himself.

Now all that was left was that pesky ocean, bluing up the whole ocean. In my exact words, 

“Let there be spectra!” I had screamed.

Shortly, entire gallons of the rainbow stuff started pooling into the ocean, making it seem as if the rainbow factory dumped their entire supply into the ocean, making a multi-colored mess, especially where the colors mixed badly. It should be known, fish can’t really breathe spectra; the stuff also stains your coat very badly.

Just as I thought Manehattan was perfectly chaotic, I noticed Screwball attempting to hide, watching what I was causing. With one swift click, Screwball was in my hooves. I grinned manically. Even out of my own mind, I could sense her fear.
“Hello beautiful.” I had said, “Enjoying my chaos?”

“Anarchy is this, chaos isn’t this! Ponies hurt doesn’t dad my! No…No!” She shrieked.

“Same thing, my love.” I had responded before… forcefully kissing her.

She later told me that it was good, but not truly me, that was when she noticed that I wasn’t in control at all, she could sense the full taint of chaos. It goes without saying; she struggled, and smashed me right in the throat, causing me to drop her into the spectrum ocean. I didn’t care, as I had already gotten what I’d wanted.

If anyone tells you that the blast from the Elements of Harmony is harmless or feels good, smack them. I didn’t notice it until too late, but the six elements had already appeared and began their magic build up by the time I was aware they were there. When the rainbow of light started to wash over me, I felt a very hot sensation, as if I was being dipped in hot tar. Soon I felt the overpowering dark chaos retreat back into my body, turning back into the core. Not only was I freed, but any energy I had left over was also drained from me as the rainbow of light faded.

I fell into the now-clean ocean, where my mind cleared, allowing me to think properly again. Without a clear memory of what happened, all I could do at that time was paddle up to the shore and approach the elements, who were exhausted but still standing. My only words that I could say at the time were,

“Thank you” before I completely collapsed into unconsciousness.