The sun dawned bright and early the next morning, shedding glorious golden light upon the joyous inhabitants of Equestria. Within their mountainside cave, our twin heroines awoke at about the same time, Haruka rising as if from the grave, groaning and grumbling like the zombie her sleep addled mind so accurately resembled. Natsumi, on the other hand, sprung up with a sort of energy that only morning people could have.

Haruka found it disgusting, personally. At least Natsumi was quiet about it.

“Haruka, stop doing that stupid zombie impression and help me unblock the cave!” The slightly elder sister commanded, shifting rubble around and occasionally tossing pebbles at her unresponsive corpse of a sister.

“MhhhhfuckoffNatsumelon…. lemme sleep…” Haruka grumbled, but nonetheless complied and rose unsteadily to her feet. The pair were a tad scuffed up from last night’s impromptu getaway, and sleeping in a cave with nothing to eat had only exacerbated their disheveled states.

Natsumi had the least of it- her clothes were always chosen to be the most comfortable and practical clothes she could find, and the outfit she’d had prior to the pair’s unfortunate journey was no different. Even so, her red hoodie was covered in a thin layer of dust, the blouse underneath was rumpled, her jeans were much the same, and her sneakers had definitely seen better days.

Haruka… was a mess. Jacket in disarray, T-shirt rumpled, jeans lightly frayed, combat boots scuffed and worn, and all this topped with a generous heap of dust.

Neither of them had seen their preferred hats in over two thousand years. Natsumi still cried about her missing beanie in her sleep. Haruka always slapped her and told her to stop crying over a cheap piece of fabric that literally only cost five dollars.

Sighing to themselves and futilely attempting to calm their grumbling stomachs with promises of food later, the sisters unblocked the entrance to their little hidey hole and leapt out…

Directly into a horde of guards, headed by a pair of irate pony princesses, one tall and white, the other slightly shorter and blue.

A moment of silence as both twins stared at each other.

“Natsumi?”

“Yeah?”

“How boned are we?”

“If we don’t escape, quite a bit.”

“I see.”

A beat.

Then a twin call of “Henshin!”, two blasts of light that blinded every pony for a split second, and then the twin call of, “Later losers!”

When the irate ponies finally cleared the spots, the two girls were gone, bounding down the mountain at nearly ridiculous speeds, hampered only by the terrain and their own hunger.

Even so, once they reached the base of the mountains, they disappeared into the surrounding forest faster than the eye could track.

“Sister?” Luna twitched, teeth gritted and hackles raised.

“No Luna, you can’t burn the forest down. Besides, Vampire and Ace left without killing or wounding anyone. Maybe something’s happened to them, caused them to change. For now, we must only attempt to capture so that we may learn more of this situation. Even if they were Discord’s favored soldiers… Discord changed, so why couldn’t they?” Celestia turned on her hoof and took back to the air, leading the small regiment of pegasi back up the mountain.

In the forest at the base of Canterlot Mountain, Natsumi and Haruka rested in the shade of a large tree with a hollowed base, munching on berries and hoping desperately that there was a nearby water source- both of them had gone two thousand years without a bath, and their clothes were still dirty from the night prior.

“Ugh… this sucks…” Haruka muttered, fiddling with her belt and card holder. The belt gleamed, brushed steel with a green and red buckle, an attached card holder, and, hidden behind the buckle’s sliding portion, a brilliant ‘A’ shaped ruby, set directly into the belt.

Natsumi continued to pick berries; they’d need more for the future, and neither knew how many sources of food were in the forest after two thousand years of the worst Snoop Dogg impersonation the world had ever seen. “Of course it does, Haruka, but we’re basically stuck like this until we can find some way to not get arrested and/or executed.”

The two continued, unconsciously heading toward a small cave all the way on the opposite end of the country, near a small town known as Appleoosa. Fortunately for the residents of the Wild-West styled town, a different setting would take the brunt of the twins’ chaos for a good long while: Ponyville, chaos central of Equestria.

Discord sneezed as he tended to Fluttershy’s little garden, sending draconequus parts scattering across the whole of the butter yellow pegasus’ back yard.

Perhaps backyard is a bit tame- it was, after all, about as big as a few city blocks, hemmed in only by the Everfree forest.

Back to the chaos lord, he reformed with the clicking of ball joints snapping into place, appearing for a split second to be an abnormally large and well articulated action figure.

“Hmm… someone’s talking about me. Bah! I’m sure it’ll all sort itself out. Now…” He grumbled to himself- Fluttershy had, after all, given him commands detailing that he was not to cause any sort of chaos while he was tending to her flowerbed. Daisies were unfortunately susceptible to changes in their environment, especially those of the chaotic kind.

“Would someone explain why the Lord of Chaos and former ruler of Equestria is weeding a flower bed!?” He cried, startling some of the animals around him.

Angel glared from where he sat on the back porch of Fluttershy’s house. The rabbit never liked Discord- he’d been turned into a long legged jackalope when the chaotic being had first freed himself from imprisonment. Thusly infuriated, he bonked Discord on the back of the head with a carrot (He hated carrots usually) and chittered angrily at the now-irate draconequus.

“Rrgh! Darn rabbit! I don’t know why someone like Fluttershy keeps an annoying little pest like you around!” Discord shouted at Angel, though the lack of dramatic effects showcased the lack of real anger. Angel stared back impassively, as if to say ‘Right back at you’.

The two glared at each other, metaphorical sparks dancing between the two. All of Fluttershy’s animal friends either retreated to safety or made bets.

This was the scene that said timid pegasus came upon as she returned from a cheerful day with friends. As she came around the corner, balancing a grocery basket on her back and humming a cheerful tune, she noticed the pair of headstrong males glaring daggers at the other.

“Oh my! Angel! Discord! What have I told you two about your hostility!?” She shouted, though her natural volume hindered her efforts- neither male heard her, so focused were they on making the other back down.

And then the pair devolved into a brawl, Discord thankfully using enough restraint to not use his abilities on the pugnacious lagomorph.