CHAPTER SIX: CALL THE ALICORNS

IT was 2 o clock in the afternoon that Thursday evening. I was sitting in my bedroom when I heard sirens and the screams of Twinkle. I glanced out of my window only to see my mother lying on a hospital bed.
She looked restless, her open eyes staring at nothing in absolute terror as she predicted her fate. She didn't look peaceful as so many naturally dead do. I almost felt a tear drop down my cheek as the nurses closed her eyelids and covered her face with a cloth. Perhaps I would have sobbed if I had still been sane.

I walked down the stairs to see my father, holding Twinkle in his lap. As she had gotten older, she had turned a light purple. He sat on the sofa watching the fire place sizzle and gleam.
"Father" I said as I stood a safe distance behind him. There was no reply for a while until he uttered the fatal words.
"This is your fault, Discord."
I was taken aback. Even through the cruel ways of my father, I had not expected words so vile, so tasteless.
"What did you say?" I felt myself anger, I knew something bad was going to happen, as it always did when I became angry.
"If you had been normal, having Twinkle wouldn't have killed Flighty."
Even Twinkle had closed her eyes and turned her head away from me. Silence fell over the room.

But then the walls started closing in. My father jumped, and turned towards me in one snapped movement.
"DISCORD, WHAT IS THIS?"
"You brought this on yourself father-" The words tasted bitter in my mouth. "-You could have been there for me. You wouldn't have needed Twinkle…"
"YOU'RE A MONSTER."
The fire place blazed strongly and fire spat on to the rug. In only a split second, the fire caught to the curtains, and the room was set alight.
I towered over my father. I felt a glorious power over him, his fearful eyes trembling as he looked terrified in to mine. He looked so vulnerable, and I felt so alive.
"It wasn't my fault mother died… IT WAS YOURS!"
As I shouted the words, father grasped his chest, and fell to the floor. I took Twinkle in to my arms as I left the room. I walked out of the door and the walls had closed completely.

My home in Canterlot was no more.

Fire followed me every step I took. The ponies started to run in all directions, screaming their little manes off. Strangers, old classmates, unicorns, pegasi, all the ponies. I felt an endearing glory and happiness and smiled as I saw their horrified faces. They screamed.

"SOMEBODY CALL THE ALICORNS! SOMEBODY CALL THE ALICORNS!"

-x-

And then there they were.
An army of white pegasi and princess Celestia, in the flesh.
Her beauty was not apparent in my eyes anymore. The darkness of the world had dimmed my view on anything beautiful, even the goddess that was her.
"Princess Celestia, what a pleasure!" I cackled, curtsying mockingly. Twinkle began to scream and cry in my arms. I had grown much taller than Celestia, and I enjoyed looming over her and casting shadows.
I clicked my fingers and the floor started to rotate. Ponies all around were falling over and screaming, and Celestia looked shocked and scared. Oh, how it made me laugh!
"This… this doesn't make sense." Celestia gasped, her legs shaking as she tried her best to balance as we spun faster and faster. Twinkle continued to scream louder.
"What's the fun in making sense, Celestia?" I laughed at her.
"Discord- listen to me! What happened to you? What happened that night?" She glared at me.
"Dear Celestia, I have no idea what you are talking about!" I laughed, feeling no pain inside.

Chaos had completely covered every inch of me.

I watched as Celestia's eyes began to tire. Her legs were quivering hard, and with a great dramatic fall, she was on the ground, bowing down... to me!
"Oh, what a strange 'turn' of events!" I laughed. I winked my left eye and the world stopped spinning around. Celestia was too weak to rise.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of many colours. One by one, four alicorns landed beside Celestia, wearing jewels on golden necklaces.
"What is this?"
And then, behind me, she stood.
"Discord." I heard a familiar voice, only it was different. It was louder, it had no joy. It was my precious Luna.