Discordian Revelations

by LemonDrizzle

Of Stone And Sadness

Of Stone And Sadness

It was cold. So very, very cold. Not even the sun's rays could penetrate the layers of icy oblivion that seemed to swirl around his frozen body. His limbs were locked, displaying his stone-clasped, mismatched body in the terrified, petrified, horrified state that he had inevitably turned to in his last moments of “life”. Cold granite gripped his form tightly, like a snake that was slowly smothering and choking its future meal. He longed to move, to stretch, to talk. Oh, how he missed talking. How he missed the ability to turn pony against pony with just a soft whisper, a gentle caress and shove in the right direction. How he missed to listen to his own soft, humorous, serpentine voice that seemed to snake through the minds of those he bestowed his beloved voice upon. Nations had crumbled, cities had been razed and battles had been fought over his voice. That was seemingly the worse part for the lonely Draconequus. His voice, his pride and joy, his top-trump, his ace in the hole, the trick up his sleeve had been bound forever in cold, hard stone. And it was torture.

Twice now, twice he had been trumped. He, the spirit of chaos, of bedlam and mayhem, had been imprisoned by those foolish ponies and their silly little Elements. It made him so very, very angry. If his blood had not been petrified in his veins at that point, it would have been boiling and had his throat and voice not been bound in granite he would have cursed the heavens, Celestia and Harmony. As it was, he was quite content to simply retreat to the refined mind he had developed and curse and scream and holler there. And just when he thought he was done with his anger and his contempt and just when he thought he had gotten it out of his system, a singular bird would delve out of the sky and do it's...business on the statue of chaos. And so the circle would repeat, except instead of cursing Celestia and Harmony, Discord would simply yell at this bird whom he had now named as the enemy of his life, his darkest and most cunning foe and the bird would just tweet and fly away.

Over his previous millennia entrapment in the stone asylum, Discord had grown to take in everything and every finite detail of any area. Oh, his eyes were frozen but he was far from blind. He could hear and he could reach out, perhaps only for a moment, with his magic to investigate his new abode. Once his short exploration finished, he merely created a picture of his home in his mind and from there he could keep looking, keep expanding as each new day heralded a new inch, a new nanometre to be jotted down and created in his ever-growing world that resided in his mind. He could see around him, every blade of grass, every bug or beetle hiding in the brush and every statue that lay around him.

On some days he would be overjoyed to hear the soft, simple flapping of butterfly wings, though to admit it would be heresy to his beautiful chaos. He loved the un-tampered sounds of nature around him, his stone prison serving its purpose to rob him of his powers but also creating a whole new ability. The ability to allow Discord to see things as they should be seen without the forceful influence of chaos to alter them. That did not mean that Discord did not miss his chaotic gift, nor did it mean that if he were to ever break out again that he would simply not use his powers. Oh no, it merely allowed Discord to enjoy the simple pleasures of nature without being interrupted by the screaming, pounding voice of his deranged powers telling him to warp and twist the creations around him. Rainfall was yet another one of his hidden, unknown joys. The sounds that could range from a soft pitter patter on his immobile body to the thunderous, heavy downpour that made the heavens themselves scream. He always had an affinity for rain, creating the idea of cotton candy clouds with chocolate rain had been a great day for him. Fusing his favourite foods along with his favourite, subconscious sound had brought oodles of joy to the mismatched beast.

Days where ponies gathered and played and talked were his favourite days. They saw him as cruel, cold, evil and monstrous but he couldn't blame them. Along the path of protection he had been twisted, turned vile and repugnant. Discord understood alright but that didn't stop the pain in his heart when he felt the ponies look at him with horror. He understood but it didn't stop hurting when the bile would rise in the throats of those who looked at him. He understood that what had happened was for the best but it didn't stop the aching in his chest or the soft voice in his head that kept telling him to simply break out and make them bow before him. He despised the conversations that these fickle ponies would have but he loved the ponies themselves too much. He had cared for them, in the beginning. No one remembered the days of Discord's first rule, merely his second tyrannical rule. He wasn't always the monster that people saw but time and judgement had changed him. He felt such hatred towards these creatures, creatures who shunned him for his humour and his appearance and yet he couldn't help but love them, like a mother would continue loving her son even if he did something terrible. The ponies were still protected from him, he never raised a hand against them, never harmed them and he most certainly never turned them to stone.

On other days though, it would be a living hell. On other days, she would come to visit him. The victorious ruler, the bringer of the sun, the Princess and deity to the ponies would grace him with her “holy” presence. He could always sense her, even if she refused to speak. One does not live the life of an immortal sun goddess without giving off a fair bit of magical power. And Celestia stank of magical power. She would come to him, golden horseshoes resonating a gentle clop-clop-clop as she strolled through the garden. Every month she would visit her beloved statue gardens, for there were more then one statue laying around the castle. If Discord remembered right, there was Thrall the griffin emperor who would have slaughtered hundreds of innocents if Celestia had not stopped him. There was Thr'ashki, the rogue dragon who had gone on a spree of terror in Canterlot itself. The city had burned that day and how Discord had laughed behind his stone prison. There was Rover the Diamond Dog King, Carvirus the hectic crazed zebra chieftain and there was Smite, the buffalo that resembled a furry boulder. There was one statue that even Discord feared though, a creature that was around before Celestia and Luna but not before him. This creature was different, an abomination on a world where killing and violence was such a heinous crime. Discord himself had turned this very creature to obsidian stone, fighting it to the brink of his own death and battling to save the lives of the ponies which viewed him as only a monster. Yet Celestia had no idea. He did not like to ponder his dark path so when Celestia had asked about it he had refused to tell her the tale of how such a creature became stone and she never pestered him about it again, convinced that it was for the best that this particular piece of the past remained buried.

Celestia would stand in front of him and have the gall to lecture him about his past doings, his mistakes and how she “gave him every chance” and she “thought we could be friends”. It made him sick to his stomach, the Princess of the sun mocking him with false truths, promising a friendship that could never happen. Yet he couldn't stop his conflicting, battling emotions as she would talk to him. As far as he could tell she spoke to him and him alone, the other statues remained as unsocial as, well, statues. She would start with the same boring, sickening lecture but then would instead tell him of the happenings of Equestria. He hated the way that she managed to make him grateful and angry at the same time. Grateful that she would tell him of his Equestria, the Equestria that he had worked so hard in protecting, the Equestria that drove him to become a monster and yet he would be so angry because she did his old job too well. She was a fair ruler, she secured safety and peace for her citizens and she was loved. For the first two thousand years he had protected and created more land and more creatures for his precious pony subjects and still they feared him, loathed him even. His idea of fun was perhaps twisted to them but to spit on him after everything he'd done, well it drove him to the brink of insanity, it very nearly tore him at the seams. It drove him to search for some good old fashioned chaotic fun.

So, she would stand there and talk and he would listen. And as he listened he would grow more happy and more sad and more angry.

And when she left the spirit of Chaos, the belittled, treacherous, benevolent ex-ruler of Equestria would curl into the dark corners of his mind and he would cry. He would cry for his treasured ponies, he would cry for his inability to stop the rush of chaos that surrounded and lived in him and he would cry for his own pitiful mistakes.

First fanfiction ever. That doesn't exactly give me the ability to completely disregard all criticism though so if you could be kind but fair that'd be appreciated. I don't want any “This was bad” comments because that gives no indication on how to improve.
Anyway...yeah.

Comments

[Symphony]

...This ...This was A GREAT FIRST FANFICTION. I WANT MORE, MORE GIMME GIMME GIMME MOOOOOOOAAAAR... err.... I mean, this was a really good start to kick it off, it will be interesting to see where this goes. Have a fave and a like!

[LemonDrizzle]

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Thank you so much!
You have no idea how high my heart soared when I found out that the writer of "When the wind changes" actually likes my story
As for the next instalment, expect it to be up by the end of the day. Its quite a long chapter at the moment and still unfinished but I'm getting there.

[Symphony]

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When you write it, don't rush it. Take your time with it and be sure to make it even greater (if possible) than the first chapter. Good luck with it. I eagerly await more.

[Blaze Song]

This type of Discord, I like, the "not really that evil, more of a jerk" what most don't realise is that chaos is needed, change, all that, the way I see it, Discord is the other side of the elements Harmony and Chaos, Yin-yang.. Balance,