Leafea Vine:

I walked into the town of Ciciair, a small town that is unbeknown to most of Equestria.  I had a hooded cloak on, so no one would recognize me.  I walked up to a stand selling strawberries.  Behind a stallion with a maroon coat, I gaped at the sight of Discord being rejected of service.  

Discord was an infamous being, even- maybe especially- in Tartarus.  He is a traitor to the evil doers, having been reformed by the Element of Kindness.  He wrecked havoc only once after, a few years after the elements mysteriously disappeared.  Princesses Celestia and Luna had to stop him, but instead of returning him to stone they trapped him in some odd prison made of magic.

    "Get away, you demon!"  The seller said to Discord, who dramatically threw his arms up and said,

"You refuse this customer of service?!  Why!?"

The seller said nothing, but her fear turned into irritation.  She just pointed to a sign that read, "We reserve the right to refuse customers for any reason."

Discord snapped his eagle talons and turned into Princess Luna.

"How about now?"  He asked.  The mare glared at him.

This time he fired up the horn that his disguise granted him.  He turned into Princess Celestia.

"Now?"  He asked.  The mare glared impossibly harder and pointed outside of the town.  He laughed as he turned back into Discord.  With a flourish, he flew out of the town, laughing the whole time. He even stopped to bend over backwards once.  I saw the flicker of pain in his eyes that instant.  Those beautiful eyes.  I stopped the train of thought as quickly as it had come and wondered where it had come from.

The stallion with the maroon coat bought his strawberries without complication.  When I went up to the stand, the seller asked,

"What's with the cloak?"

I couldn't say why, so I merely shrugged.  She returned the gesture as I placed six bits on the table.  She gave me two brown bags made of cotton.

"Here," she said, "have a nice day."

I nodded my head as a thanks and walked away from the stand, putting the bags in my saddlebag with my magic.

        When I got far enough away from the town, I flew in the direction of Forest Everlast, one of Ever Forests.  As I flew over the forest, I spotted a pack of an advanced generation of timberwolves.  These advanced versions looked like regular wolves, but they were made out of light brown wood.  They were circling around a colt, preparing to attack.  As I flew downward to get a better view, three of the wolves launched, and the colt jumped up.  Missing their mark, the wolves landed, each a perfect distance away from each other.  As if following a script, a timberwolf from the group that didn't attack jumped onto the colt, disrupting his path to safety.  Being an earth pony, the colt tussled with the timberwolf, and they rolled back and forth.  After a bit, they went into hoof to paw combat, the colt getting kicks in as the timberwolf got scratches in.  Suddenly, another timberwolf knocked the colt to the ground.  I felt a wave of sadness as I watched, knowing that I couldn't help.  I kept looking as the colt kicked the timberwolf off, but a different one immediately took its place.  He kicked the timberwolf off after a small tussling, and then rolled to dodge another one.  He started running to the town, and spun on his front hooves to kick three timberwolves away.  He kept galloping, but the timberwolves were too fast.  Without thinking, I flew down until I hit the ground.  Glad that no one had noticed me, I used my magic to summon huge tree trunks and threw them at the timberwolves.  As they turned to me I told the colt to run.  The timberwolves and I stared at each other for a moment, their piercing, glowing red eyes glaring into my green eyes.  Then I started to charge at one of them.  With a flurry of magic and hoof to claw combat, I eventually defeated all of them, and they were no more than ashes in the wind.  

There were two reasons for why I flew down to help the colt, despite the risks.  The first was that I couldn't just watch the earth pony die, not when I could have saved him.  I wished that that was the only reason, but it is not.  The second reason is that the demon inside of me wanted to kill the timberwolves, to see them suffer and vanish.  I hope that the demon will die someday, hope that it will vanish when I have learned the values of goodness, but chances are it is here to stay.

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Discord:

My wings went up and down over and over, always in this tedious motion whenever I took flight.  I could use my magic to tell gravity to ignore me, but I decided that since I had wings, I should use them.  I looked into a memory that the original Discord had had.  He was trying to use his wings, but since they were two different kinds he had struggled, taking about a month and a half to master them.  He had thought that he could master it in a week, and when the second one came by he started to curse at every failed attempt.  He still had trouble when he had flown for the first time.  He had stayed up in the sky for about two minutes before he came crashing to the ground.  He had teleported to safety before he hit the solid mass.  As he kept trying, two minutes became ten, then 35, and after that he could fly without the worry of crashing.

When I was flying out of Ciciair, I noticed a pony in a hooded cloak.  There was this weird atmosphere about her, but I can't pinpoint what was so weird about it.  It felt...familiar.

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