(A/N: I gaze up into the boundless skyline! Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine- oh! You're still here! Ah whatever, 2nd of 3 chapters)

Sadness racked.... my mind as I saw what the queen had done. She had sacrificed herself to age away the invaders. But that wasn't the strangest thing I saw, the strangest thing I saw were the stallions still left standing to defend the city. You would have expected to leave as soon as her baptism by age had started but they all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the queen, tears in their eyes.

"ALL HAIL!" They shouted once, I saw their hooves raise in salute as.....they too died. Their skin and bones being peeled away as the sands of time washed over them. But the oddest thing was, they were smiling with pride and joy. Happy to the end.

Why was I shown this...heart breaking madness?

......Is this madness? Is this true misery and pain? Is this what I wrought upon the ponies in my time?

Discord

The voice pulled me from my thoughts as I became the king again, for he was not dead.

Groggily he stood, his once shining golden coat now tattered and ruined, his horn severed and various scars running down his face.

"Gaia?" He asked like a lost child after it's mother. I felt the tears in his eyes as he moved, no, limped to his wife's lifeless body.

"Gaia?" He asked again nudging her. I knew, he knew that she was gone.

"Gaia please don't do this." The tears came hot and fast.

"No, please NO!" He nudged more furiously, this time however, he turned her body till he was staring in her eyes. And within them were two globes of knowledge and peace.

That broke the straw, he wept furiously, sobbing into the bright and  clear day with not a cloud in sight.

His protests became dull as his soul hardened. I could almost see the love and care diminish from his eyes as he began digging a hole with his bare hooves. Without a word, he picked her up with his forelegs, cradling her as he stumbled over to the grave. Placing her in, he pushed the dirt back over and put up a simple gravestone, a stone.

And as a last touch, he placed a crown on the head of the stone.

Why? Why did this strike such a chord within my own heart? Was he one of my ancestors? Was this another scheme by the Princesses to make me repent? If so! I WILL NEVER!

Blast those ponies!

"BLAST THOSE PONIES!"

"BLAST YOU ALL YOU FILTHY MAGGOTS TO THE DEEPEST PITS OF TARTARUS!" He screamed into the sky, his eye red and ripe with tears and his voice raw with sorrow.

I watched as he used magic to set fire to everything with blind rage, not even from his horn did he cast spells, the licking flames seemed to permeate from his body. In his rage I watched him burn down anything that wasn't cobblestone and spit fire at anything that stood, eating it through like acid.

Discord

My view shifted this time, to show him walking through the burned and torn town, his kingly regalia torn even further, it barely clung to him as his sickly thin form trod through the once vibrant streets.

His eyes were hollow and sunken, monuments to his ordeals. I watched as he made his way to the castle and through the halls, to the room where I previously saw his happy moments with his family. It was simple even by royal standards, a plus red carpet, 4 chairs, a table, and two thrones, and a stained glass window depicting the once mighty alicorn standing over his foe, a deathly white skeleton.

And I beheld a powerful moment, I saw the king gaze up at his former glory and I saw the painting cast rays to him. He stood there for a long time before lowering his head and leaving again, back into the wilderness.

Discord

The scene shifted again, this time showing an appalled white unicorn walking through the township, clay and straw houses stood where once imperial marble held dominance. I watched as he made his way to the castle which still stood even after these harsh years in full regalia.

I watched him make his way through the halls and into the throne room, sitting- nay, slouching upon the throne was an overweight unicorn with a dark magenta coat.

"Who be you wanderer?" He asked, his voice thick with the sloughing fat in his throat.

"I am the king, or..was the king." He said lowering his voice.

The new king laughed. "Oh? Lookie here boys! He says he's king? So whaddya want huh? Your old seat back?" Menacing laughter.

"No, I just came to visit." He replied bitterly.

"Oh? Is that so? Tell me? Where is your queen?" The old king was on the verge of crying.

"She is dead."

Raucous laughter.

"HAH! Serves you right! You call yourself a king yet your queen is dead! I bet you watched your whole kingdom die!" The entire courtroom was laughing as lords, ladies, and guards belittled the old one.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Screamed the new king as the guards forcefully hauled the old man out.

And as he sat in a dirty mud puddle, I saw him look down at his own dirty reflection.

And I saw the fire of vengeance burn bright.

Why was this so familiar to me? Why did this town seem so....blastedly familiar?

Thinking back, my earliest memories...no...not memories...feelings.

My earliest feelings were one of sadness, such extreme sadness....and anger?

"Blast these ponies." I heard the king curse as his flames turned sickly black.

Then I saw him grip his head.

My...earliest memories....were one of freedom...seeking it.

I saw something happen to the king as he began levitating in the air.

"MY.....NAME.....IS......DISCORD!"

I felt my being grow cold.

"No! You..will....not...CONTROL ME!" He shouted, a violent flame whirlwind had erupted because of this identity crisis.

This went one with the king in desperate pain.

Yes....I remembered this town......this was the town that I was born in.

Discord

I saw the flames cover him, hiding him from view. I saw the city guards and the old king rush out.

"What the devil is this?!?" Shouted the fat new king staring up at the globe of flame.

Then suddenly it burst with radiance.

......And I stepped out?

DISCORD!

And with that, the memory faded like it was being pulled away. I awoke...in a grassy field.

Was this who I am? A lost king?

...Was that why I always felt the pangs of harmony?

........Is it so wrong to give it a try?

I looked down at the grass and saw a single flower, the same flower the filly had given him-....me.

Picking it up, I walked along the broken cobblestone road.

What if...what If I tried become something I wasn't? Would it kill me? Send me into oblivion?

....Well.....it hast to better than my miserable existence of unwanted chaos.

Really, it makes sense. Of course I couldn't exist in nature.

Discord

I looked up and beheld the grave with the single golden crown upon it.

And with a heavy heart, I leaned down and placed the rose against the stone.

As soon as I did this, I felt woozy, sleepy.

Discord

I fell to both knees and looked at my hands/claws, they were fading fast. I was fading.

I began laughing, so this is how I died? Voluntarily? Well....there was nothing else in the world for me...so be it.

But I looked back upon the grave, and my jaw dropped.

There, standing directly in front of me, was the old queen.

"It's been a long time." She said simply  throwing her hooves around me in a hug.

And I felt that emptiness leave me, the sadness and depression plaguing me for so long left.

"Discord. That was for you." She said simply, smiling.

"You and Harmony are one and the same. Never forget that. I married him knowing full well of you. And I couldn't be happier." She said simply.

I began crying. Why now? At the end of my life? Why now?

As if reading my thoughts she responded. "Because it is through our hardest moments we redeem ourselves." She said simply giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodbye Discord. And may we meet soon." Her voice faded until I was by myself in the rain.

And..for the longest time I couldn't remember how, I smiled. Knowing that I had one last shot at things.

It was time to pay my favorite twins a visit.

And tell them....I'm sorry. Next Chapter: Rise again Estimated time remaining: 3 Minutes