A lone being, of tragic, dark, and cruel design and fate ruminates on it's existence. That of others it remembers, of it's actions, of the actions of others, of how it came to be in this form, this fate.

It can only ponder, and wait. For what? Not even it knows for sure....

[Oneshot]

Discord has many artifacts, and he decides to give his "Dear Friends" a taste of what his mischief was like back in his heyday. At least, indirectly.

It's not HIS fault ponies are so fun to toy with.