In the blackened crater beneath the destroyed mountain where the city of Canterlot used to be, rubble stirred, bits of small rocks slide down from a huge pile. There was no way of telling what kind of rocks these were as they had all been smoldered and burnt. Surely nothing could survive such a blast. Yet here it was, the groans of life steaming through the rocks as more fell down onto the cavern floor. A ponies wing shot out from under the rocks suddenly, too dark to tell what color but it was feathered and long like an Alicorns.

"I am still kicking am I? My voice sounds strange, but I am most certainly alive." A hoarse voice groaned from the rubble, more rocks fell and slowly a figure was standing out alone in the pit beneath a mountain. Some unnamed revine below where any civilization had ever been. Droplets of water splashed down onto the rocks and the figure, who stretched and laughed.

"Not the kind of prison I am used to." The voice said, then laughed again. "Although pretty darn close." The figure moved forward, rock dust falling from its hair and body. The echo of hoofprints sounded up toward the sunlight.

"Sun? Nononono NO!" The voice boomed. "We will not let that happen." The voice paused. "Chaos is and always will be the way forward. So let's bring it back. Ponies will think I am dead, so let's have a little fun." The voice, slowly became normal again, and its owner was now clear.

"How does it go? Discord, I'm howling at the moon, and sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon." Discord, God of Chaos, sang...