"Change is inevitable. We may not always see it but it is constant. A constant that only those with ageless eyes can perceive. Chaos is change, so chaos is inevitable. But it can be seen by even the youngest of eyes."
Glass. The material floated before me as if it were as light as a Pegasus feather. Clear but distorted, aimlessly drifting along the road of sweet sugary goodness. Every road was different, each with their own unique theme, that changes with the day.
You could never tell when they would change. Just like you could never tell when the day or night would end.
There are no patterns to follow, no definite routes to choose, no reason, no logic.
This is the world I live in, the world we live in. A world under our great ruler, Discord.
Night and day, they were the only constants. For some inexplicable reason, Discord, despite all His power could not change the cycle of day and night. So He changed their design.
The day would have a purple tint, that reflected throughout the land. The sky, that so many stories of old said was a brilliant blue, was a kaleidoscope of purple. Purple is the colour of chaos, it was a reminder to us all.
The night was like looking through goggles, designed to cast everything in an eerie green sheen. Dark patterns would dot the landscape, akin to the dance of flames. The night sky however, was the one thing that never changed. Discord's reasoning was; why change something that already expresses change. He was right, for even without His power the night sky would always bring something new with it.
We who live in this constant dreamscape have attuned ourselves to the chaotic world in which we all strive in. We do not linger on what was or on what could be, this was our reality. We did not wish to change, what was forever changing. This was our home, our land, our country. This was our Equestria.
Drifting in and out of focus, my vision blurred from the aroma that has been tantalizing my senses. A sweet smell that was quickly giving me a headache. It was the sound of the meowing cat lilies that helped get me through the stupor.
I looked above to the sky to see Equestria's famous winged clouds. Each a different colour, each a different flavour.
Many a pegasi makes a decent living in the hunting and selling of the clouds. Equestria's currency, discs they're called. The currency, like everything else, constantly changes.
I returned my gaze to the road to witness its next change, a metallic stainless steel with a clear surface.
Within the reflective material, I regarded my image. Before me was a unicorn pony, despite it being me, it was rare to look at myself. My schedule was far more bizarre than the average pony.
The colour of my coat was a rust, my mane and tail was ironically a deep purple. One would think, that a pony living in the realm of Discord would be tired. But the pony that was staring back at me, with forest green eyes, had a proud look.
I am, at times, a Secretary for Discord when He needs things done without His presence. An advisor, for when He runs out of ideas. A student, when He wishes to share His chaotic wisdom. I am one of the few ponies who works directly under the Chaos King, and the only one who connects to Him outside of work.
Though He has never admitted it, I am His pupil. He was my teacher in all things, magic, chaos and history.
So I continued my journey to His palace, the center of the chaos capital of the world. His palace just loomed in the distance. It was floating on top of a wave of chocolate milk. A wave of chocolate milk that never crashes down, it would forever continue to flow.
A town was just in front of me. I can hear the busy bustling of the merchants, hollering their wares to ponies that would pass by. A certain merchant gets my attention, his name was Glow Fortress. He was a earth pony that would often run errands for me.
As I pass, he nods his head in respect. Respect in the Mad World is a rarity.
“Hey! Tha’ you Red?”
Two ponies walked towards me. They were siblings, twins. Ones a stallion, the other a mare. Both were some of the greatest vamponies known in the Mad World.
“Looks like ole Red is off to play pet for Him again,”
The female, Rush was her name. She had a dark-pink coat, rose coloured eyes, with a mane of burgundy with violet streaks in it. Her brother was just a couple shades darker, he was often mistaken for a mare, not that he minded. His name was Dream.
“We heard an interesting rumour, and we know you’ll be quite intrigued…” Dream had his velvety wing draped over my back. While he started walking to my left, Rush began walking just in front of me.
This was a game they often played with me. A game that if I were to ever lose, it would mean game over.
“As intriguing as it may be, my duties to Lord Discord must come first,” would be what I always replied.
The Mad World was a harsh place, but we all survive in it. Our ancestors, who had to deal with it in the past, may have seen it as a living nightmare. We all see it as our paradise. It was His paradise.
This was the last stretch of my journey. The door in front of me, the last barrier, I would be standing before Him soon after. The mission that I was on was completed, the task that I set out on for Him.
It was always for Him.
I would never have it any other way.
For He was what beckoned me to new heights.
My name was Red Anarchy, I was a unicorn pony who served under the Chaos King. This was my story, this is my legacy.