"Thanks Pinkie I have been trying to find someone to turn this into an outfit for me, but Rarity wouldn't touch it, and all the other outfit designers didn't want anything to do with it either." I tell Pinkie as I step out of Sugarcube Corner.

"Well if you need anything else just come on by. Sugarcube Corner is always open for friends." Pinkie says as I make my way down the street back to the edge of Ponyville.

I hang the outfit backup onto the coat hanger as I walk back into my home. I leave it there as I head back outside to open my mailbox to find plenty of orders for advanced tech parts. I forget once more that my front legs are out of commission for about forever since Discord took them to the grave with him so instead of standing straight up as I touch back onto the ground. My face falls into the mailbox as my front legs fall downwards since they are unable to support my entire bodies wait. I flap my wings to get back up off the ground. I use my magic to remove the mailbox from my face, and head over to my forge with all the orders. I bring the costume made out of Discord's skin along so I can wear it to see if it's the right size.

Discord's costume fits just fine, and pinkie also hollowed out his horn so my horn can fit inside the costume, and she also cut some parts off the back for my wings to stick out so I can move freely. I begin my work at the forge making big machines to work in factories, and just as I get the first few pieces of a big project done I head back over to a bench I have been at for a few days working on a weapon that would allow me to shoot small balls of metal.

The design of it was easy but getting it to actually work was the hard part, because I had to figure out how much power I needed to use it, and since gun powder was too dangerous I had to make it run off of unicorn magic.

I put in the finishing touches of this "gun" as I heard some of my customers call it as they came to pick up some parts of the machine they needed. I load the gun with a small plastic case called a mag, and when it's ready to fire. I shoot it at the ground. My magic fizzes wildly, and I shoot one of my front legs instead. I expect to see blood oozing out of the wound, but nothing came out of it except the small metal ball that penetrated my leg. Why did my magic fizz up? Probably just another one of those moments where my magic has trouble doing something, because I have been using it too much.

I put down the gun, and fill up a large pouch full of small metal balls, and mags to put the metal balls in so I can load the gun up multiple times if needed. I get back to work on the rest of the machine my customers needed.

They came just as I finished the rest of it, and the machine was so heavy it took five unicorns to carry it with magic. They pay a hefty price for the machine parts, and leave, and as they leave I feel something seeping into me a dark energy that was way too familiar. A feeling that I thought I had got rid of a long time ago, but I ignored what was supposed to be chaos, and just thought "Oh it's nothing just a bit of magical overload." I thought this, and went on to make another gun, and fill up another pouch full of mags that are filled with small metal balls.

At the end of the day I made a second gun in my spare time, and it was much easier since the design was basically the same as before. Except it was a bit different. I replaced firing power for extremely fast firing. I look at a clock through a window. The hands on the clock read nine-fifty seven pm.

I head back inside ready to turn in for the night until my entire body starts to flow with pain. I fall onto the ground as the pain starts to increase. I am laying, and writhing in pain on the ground with nopony around. I try to flap my wings to get back up, but my wings are paralyzed before I can get more than two flaps out of them. Before I tried to use magic I remember'd once that if I am feeling pain in a certain area of my body that contains most of my magical properties at my magic might explode in my face, and since i'm feeling pain all across my body so much that I can't move I am unable to do a thing except lay there, and to take the pain.

I laid in that same spot the entire night in pain, and somewhere near the evening or basically night during the next day is when I am finally able to get my wings to lift me off the ground. I hover over to the place I usually store Discord's skin costume, but when I try to remove it with magic I feel as if I am trying to rip myself apart. "Why hello Roy. Isn't it nice to hear you again." A voice in my head rings out As I feel another mind brush up against my own.

"Discord! I thought I killed you the last time we met." I speak aloud as if I were talking to myself.

"I was dead until you let all the chaos that was left inside my skin drain into you. So our minds are now bound to each other, and I suppose I have to be nice to you now since we can't separate." Discord's voice rings in my head again.

"No. This can't be happening to me. Not today. I had today scheduled for the iron stallion contest even if it has already passed I still don't want to my mind connected to yours." I say aloud once more.

"Oh too bad. Now you have my skin as a part of you now though. I guess I probably could teach you a few things about the power of chaos, and chaos energy. Couldn't I?" Discord rings out again.

"No you can't, because I am not about to spread chaos all across Equestria for you Discord." I tell him again trying to rip the costume off again with magic.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, because if you are able to rip it off your whole body will be rendered useless without me. Now shall I teach you?" Discord says once more in my head.

"Fine you got me. I guess we can actually use this chaos energy as you call it to help Equestria." I talk to myself in my forge.

"Ok first things first. Imagine what you want for yourself, and then picture it in your paw, but if it's something sharp imagine the non-sharp part of it in your paw." Discord's voice rings in my head giving me instructions on how to use chaos energy.

"Wait my paw? Didn't I lose my front legs to you when I skinned you?" I ask Discord confused.

"Yes you did, but now that we are bound to each other you have my paws, and you can stand on your two back hooves forever, but you can still walk like a pony if you really want to." Discord says disgusted at the thought of walking like a pony. I lower myself from the air onto the ground, and as I place my front, and back hooves onto the ground I stand easily, but I still wobble a bit, because I haven't used my front legs for anything in a few years.

"I can't believe it. I have my front legs back." I say a bit bewildered at the time of joy of finally being able to walk again.

"Yes Roy now get on your back hooves, and try imaging a katana's hilt in your paw." Discord instructs me once more.

I imagine the hilt of the katana, and just as I imagine the hilt coming into contact with my paw I feel my paw close around something. I look down at my paw to find a long, and sharp katana ready to rip, and tear through flesh. "See you already got the hang of it Roy just remember to never imagine more than 5 things at a time if you don't heed my warning now you could end up hurting yourself." Discord tells me being nice for once.

"This feels weird. I have paws instead of hooves, and you are being nice to me." I say a bit stunned at everything that has happened this night.

"Now I suggest you go to bed. There is a lot of things to discuss tomorrow Roy." Discord instructs. Just as he says that I realize how tired I am from staying on the ground in pain for an entire night, and day. I get up into my bed, and turn out all the lights with magic. "One more thing Roy. You can also use chaos energy to handle more powerful kinds of magic." Discord instructs once more.

"Discord could you be quiet I am trying to sleep I have been in pain for an entire day, and night." I tell him closing my eyes. That entire night I hear nothing come from him except a low hum in the back of my head. Next Chapter: Welcome to Equin Estimated time remaining: 8 Minutes