Discord's thoughts when he is returned via stone imprisonment to the worst villain that Equestria has ever known.

He lives in a peaceful garden. His friends uphold the strong, the victorious, the orderly. He absorbs and radiates warmth as Celestia's afternoon sun shows him the brighter things in life. Never any trouble. Never any chaos. There is none more wicked than Mr. Pedestal.

NOTES

1. Clipped style represents internal thought and the fact the Discord's mind isn't all that orderly. xD

2. Not a fic to be taken seriously.