• Published 5th Jan 2013
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King of Chaos - ProfCharles



When Discord defeated the Alicorn sisters during the War of Chaos, he declared himself King of All Equestria. Now, 3000 years later, he rules with the help of his Royal Mage, Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie, his Jester.

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Chapter 1

“Twilight! Wakey-wakey!” a voice yelled into the purple Unicorn’s ear, waking her up with a fright. Jumping up, her legs became tangled with her bedsheets, causing her to tumble to the floor.

“Ow.” Twilight nursed her head, turning to glare at the fiend that had disturbed her sleep. “Pinkie, why did you have to be so loud?”

Pinkie giggled, her royal jester hat jingling as the bells bobbed up and down. “It's time for Royal court, silly! And I could have just carried you there whilst you slept, but the last time I did that you got so angry, I thought you were going to banish me to the moon or something! Hah, I wonder what it's like to live on the moon, I bet we could have lots of adventures!” She pulled out a map from under her hat, folded it into another hat and placed it on her head, before grabbing Twilight around the shoulders with one foreleg and pointing the other at some far flung location only she could see. “Think of it! We could be Pinkie and Twilight—adventurers on the moon!”

“Thats nice Pinkie,” Twilight said, not paying attention as she pulled herself out of Pinkie’s grasp and gathered her mages robes. “But it can’t be time for court, it's only—” she glanced at the clock against the wall, only to flinch as the travesty against physics came into view. “—quarter past watermelon. You know court doesn't start for another fifteen ducks.”

“Yeah, but Dissy thought it would be funny if we held court early today.” Pinkie said, edging towards the door. “And you don’t want to be late again, do you?”

Twilight froze, an expression of horror coming over her face. “...So much Gak...” she whispered, lost in some horrible memory. Pinkie Pie, seeing her friend frozen, bounced over to her and waved a hoof in her face. When this elected no reaction from the Unicorn mare, Pinkie decided to bring out the big guns. Rooting around in her pink mane with a hoof, she pulled out an air horn, however before she got to use it Twilight snapped out of her daydream and disarmed the Earth pony with a flash of magic. “Pinkie! No, bad jester!” Twilight levitated the air horn onto a high shelf, where Pinkie should be unable to reach, although she held little hope of this. Stranger things have happened, after all. “And anyway, you shouldn’t call him... that, his name is, ahem, ‘His Grand Majestic Highness King Discord the First and Last’.”

Pinkie giggled at the grandiose name their King had chosen for himself, putting the air horn back away in her mane. “I know, but Dissy sounds so much funner.” She edged closer to the door. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready. Let us go meet our King,” Twilight said irritably, leaving her room and stepping into the maelstrom that was the Castle of Chaos. Fixtures and furniture hung from the walls and ceilings in all the wrong places, the laws of gravity were applied erratically at best and absent at worst, incompressible, swirling designs lined the floors and the walls moved and shifted, creating a new labyrinthian layout every 3.14 minutes (except on Tuesdays. You don’t want to know what happens on Tuesdays).

Home sweet home, in other words.

“Right then,” Pinkie said, concentrating, “we need to go this way.” She pointed her hoof at a blank wall moments before a door materialised in it. The two mares swiftly walked through the portal and down another corridor of twisted architecture. Twilight shook her head, partly in wonder, partly in confusion. Even after knowing the strange mare for several years, she had never quite figured out how she was able navigate the maze that was their home. Even Discord had gotten lost once, although he vehemently denied it. After walking down many corridors, past servants, spots of warped reality, abominations of nature and many other such things, they made it to King Discords throne room. Placing their hooves against the grandiose, golden doors at the same time, they pushed them open revealing a perfectly empty room, devoid of both the King and his many nobles.

“Huh,” Pinkie said, frowning in thought. “I could have sworn court was supposed to have started early today.”

“Pinkie...” Twilight growled menacingly.

“I mean, really,” the pink pony carried on chatting obviously, “when I woke up, I had a floppy knee, and that means that court is going to start early. Well, that or a friend is going to be annoyed with me, but I don’t think thats the case, right Twilight?” She shot her friend a smile, which faded upon seeing her friends glare. “Oh hey, Twilight, you look annoyed at something.”

“You don’t say...”

Pinkie gulped and gave a nervous laugh. “Say Twilight, that wouldn’t be because I woke you up early because I thought my Pinkie Sense was telling me court was going to start early, causing me to wake you up early, when in fact it was telling me that you were going to be annoyed with me because I woke you up early because I thought that my Pinkie Sense meant that court was going to start early?” Pinkie backed away as Twilight’s eye began to twitch and her horn glowed with arcane powers. “OhwouldyoulookatthetimeI’vegotthingstodososeeyoulater!” Pinkie ran out the door almost as fast as she spoke, leaving Twilight in the throne room by herself. She made to follow, but hesitated, knowing full well that if she stepped into the corridors without a guide, she could easily become lost. The last time she had gotten lost, it was days before anypony had found her. Which, incidentally, was how she met Pinkie Pie.

Sighing, Twilight turned away from the door, resigned spending the rest of the day in the throne room. It wouldn’t be too bad, since as Court Mage she had her own purple pillow at the foot of Discord’s throne, next to a matching pink one for the Royal Jester. Heh, maybe I’ll be able to get some sleep.

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For the second time that day (or night, it’s hard to tell which is which when the sun and moon swap places every few minutes), Twilight found herself being rudely awakened. This time, however, the perpetrator had chosen to poke her in the side with a stick.

“Pinkie, leave me alone,” Twilight said groggily, brushing the stick away with a hoof. Still half asleep, she frowned. That’s no stick, it feels like a claw...

“Is that any way to speak to your King?” a very powerful and very mischievous voice asked. Twilight’s eyes snapped open, revealing the tall, regally dressed draconequus before her.

“My Lor-Ow!” Twilight yelled as she jumped up, only to collide with a frying pan suspended above her. She fell back to the floor, clutching her head as Discord and the rest the court laughed at her misfortune. “My Lord, that really hurt,” she said, glaring upwards into a pair of mismatched eyes, her own filling with tears from the pain.

“If it hurts so much, then just say the words, my dear,” Discord taunted as he sat in his throne. Twilight glared at him, but her aching noggin and the fact that she was up against an omnipotent spirit of chaos caused her to back down.

“Daddy, I got a boo-boo,” Twilight said, glancing away, allowing herself to be humiliated before the court. Discord bent down and kissed on the top of her head, banishing the pain, but it did little to alleviate her humiliation as the nobles once again laughed at her. Twilight lay down on her pillow, wishing she could sink into it and disappear, when she saw Pinkie trying to attract her attention. Glancing at her friend, she saw the strange Earth pony pull a series of amusing faces, until Twilight had no choice but to giggle. Pinkie’s always got my back, she thought to herself as the first wave of supplicants charged into the room.

“Right then!” Discord said with practised ease, clapping his forelimbs together. “Lets do this nice and chaotically now, two at a time please. You, in the waistcoat, and you with the stupid hat, lay it on me.”

“Appaloosa is making too much food and it's going to waste!”
“Trottingham doesn't have enough food and its people are going hungry!”

“Hum, two problems to do with food,” Discord said to himself, stroking his goatee. “What do you think, Magnus Sparkle?”

“Me, my Lord?” Twilight asked jumping up, wary of any more frying pans. At Discord’s nod, she began to speak. “Well, this is clearly a problem of resource distribution. I think that by constructing a trade route between the two towns, maybe a road, or better yet a railway line, we could export the excess produce from Appleoosa and send it to Trottingham, satisfying everypony!” Twilight finished with flourish, a proud and beaming smile on her face. There was a moment of silence, before everypony began laughing at her, Discord laughing the loudest.

“Oh Twilight, thats brilliant!” he boomed. “I haven't heard anything that hilarious in weeks! Are you sure you’re not the Court Jester?” Discord wiped a tear from his eye as the laughter died down. Twilight sank back down into her pillow, looking at the ground. “Heh. Okay, but seriously now, anyone got a proper suggestion? Jester Pie?”

“Oh, I know!” Pinkie said enthusiastically. “Why don’t we teleport all the hungry people from Trottingham to Appleoosa? Then they can eat to their hearts content!”

“Excellent idea, my dear! I love it!” He clicked his talons together. “There, done. Next!” The rest of the session continued in this manner with Twilight putting forth well reasoned and intelligent answers, whilst Discord laughed at her and choose Pinkie’s sillier, but more efficient ideas. It was only Pinkie’s presence and her determination to keep Twilight smiling that kept the Unicorn from becoming completely depressed.

As the session came to a close, only a handful of ponies remained, standing around nervously as they waited for Discord to choose them. He glanced this way that and that, trying to choose, but seemed to be unable to come to a decision.

“Jester Pie,” he said, looking at the mare in question, “would you be so kind as to choose one last supplicant before I close this session of court?” The ponies groaned, realising that Discord probably wouldn’t get to hear their grievances today.

Pinkie looked at those remaining, before pointing to a dark green stallion. “Him, I think he has something important to say.”

“Very well.” Discord indicated to the chosen stallion. “Speak.”

He stepped forwards nervously. “My Lord Discord, I bear heavy news. One of my neighbours has broken the law.”

Discord snorted. “Laws were made to be broken. Your point?”

“My Lord, you misunderstand me.” The nobles gasped. No one told Discord he was wrong. The King in question, however, merely leaned forwards, a frown on his face. “My neighbour broke The Law. He owns...” his voice dropped to a whisper, “...a mirror.”

The silence was deafening. Twilight and Pinkie looked at each other with fear and apprehension in their eyes. Mirrors were outlawed—the only unbreakable rule. This wasn’t because Discord hated his chimeric appearance—quite the contrary, he was rather proud of countenance. No, it was because of who lived in the mirror. Her. She was Discord’s ancestral enemy, his greatest foe; she had led a rebellion against him millennia ago and lost, banished to the Mirrorworld and forced to watch the world from the other side of the looking glass. Discord’s equal and opposite; The Mare in the Mirror—Celestia Dawnbringer.

“Guards,” Discord growled, his voice low and menacing, eyes dancing with anger. A squad of Giffin guards leapt from their hiding places around the room. “Find this ‘Harmony Lover’. Find him, and kill him. No mercy.” The griffins saluted, remaining long enough to acquire the relevant details from the green stallion, before departing. “Court is dismissed.” Discord vanished, his absence startling. As their shock at the preceding events dissipated, the nobles got up and began to depart themselves, until just Twilight and Pinkie were left.

“Well,” said Pinkie, blowing out a long breath. “I had no idea that was going to happen. I mean, where do ponies even get mirrors from anyway?”

“I have no idea, Pinkie,” Twilight said as she stood up and stretched her limbs, popping sounds coming from her joints. “Ah! That feels good. Come on, I want to head back to my room. I need to freshen up, maybe have a nap.”

“Ohh, that sounds nice. I might have to join you.” Twilight glanced at Pinkie, but if she noticed anything weird with her words, she didn’t give any sign of it. The two mares left the room and made their way through the twisted corridors of the castle, making it back to Twilight’s room in record time.

As soon as Twilight opened the door and stepped in, she was assaulted by a purple and green blur that attached itself to her leg.

“Twilight! You’re back!” It cried. “When I woke up this morning and saw that you were missing I was so worried!”

“I’m so sorry, Spike,” Twilight said as she bent down to return the baby dragon’s hug. “Somepony woke me up early this morning, and I must have forgotten to leave a note.” She glared at Pinkie.

“Whoopsies!” The jester blushed with embarrassment. “How about I make it up to you Spike? Lets say you and me take a trip down to the kitchens and get some ice cream, huh?”

Spikes eyes widened. “Really? Can I, Twi? Please?” Twilight tried to keep a straight face and say no, but under the brutal assault of the cutest puppy eyes in all of Equestria she relented.

“Yes, fine, go on then. I want to have a quick nap before dinner anyway. Just don’t ruin your appetite.”

“Yes! Thank you Twi!” Spike gave Twilight a quick hug, before jumping onto Pinkie’s back. “Away, noble steed! I hear there are bandits in the kitchens!” Twilight laughed as the pair ran down the corridor and around a corner that swiftly changed into a portrait of Discord. Turning back into her room and shutting the door, she leapt onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow, sighing. Three pencils later, as her clock counted time, she lifted her head up and closed the curtains, blocking out the moonlight—no, sunlight, no wait the moon is back—and began to reach underneath the pillow for something. Looking around one last time to make sure she was truly alone, she pulled out a small, blue hoof mirror.

Looking into it, she frowned as her frazzled, tired appearance looked back at her. However, as her reflection began to fade, replaced by the visage of a serene, white pony with a mane like the dawn, she smiled.

“Hello, Twilight,” The Mare in the Mirror said.

“Hello... Celestia.”

Author's Note:

Don't you just love it when you sit down to continue writing a story, only to spend the rest of the evening writing a completely new story? You can probably tell I wrote this in one sitting. The second half of which I was drunk for.

When I first imagined this story (sometime this morning, I believe) I intended it to be a light hearted Slice of Life comedy about the worlds biggest stick in the mud living in a world of chaos.

Then I actually wrote it.

It came out a lot darker than I intended it to be (dat frying pan scene), and I've had to scrap not only a lot of the SoL stuff (since the story now has a very adventure feel to it), but also a potential Discolight ship. Don't worry, I give it even odds of there being a TwiPie ship, but since I have no idea where this story is going I have left off the romance tag for now. I'm not entirely sure it still deserves its comedy tag. What do you guys think? I'll try to keep the comedy in it, but Discord (paradoxically) kills a lot of the comedy by being a douche. Maybe keep it to the non-discord parts as breathing space?

Also, you have no idea how hard it is to find a picture of Discord wearing a crown.