"Discord

I am proud to call many 'friends'. But you, I call that and something more.

A mirror.

Since Twilight forgave my past and was generous enough to accept me as a student, I had many, many doubts. I did not know if I deserved it, or if I was up to the responsibilities.

It was then you became Accord.

I watched in horror as pony after pony fell under your spells, and worse, I listened to your arguments for a society of ultimate order and peace. Arguments similar to mine, the same goal I entertained for so long. Seeing Accord as to see myself, ten times more powerful and more successful. Would history be different if instead of a small village, I chose Canterlot to have my army of equal signs ponies? I was afraid to even think about it. Then Accord enslaved the whole city. The guards. The princesses. By everything that is Holy, Discord, you had the princesses under your control. Once it was my dream. You made me see the Starlight I could have been.

And I surely-"

"'And I, Shirley'? I thought your name was Starlight."

"Aaaagh!"

Starlight jumped as Discord appeared on her room, stretching his long neck to read over her shoulders. The quill, no longer held by magic, felt on the floor. As she tried to calm herself, the composite creature was looking at the huge pile of letters already finished just waiting to be sent.

"Discord! What are you doing?"

He was now wearing a turban and looking at a crystal ball. "Why, my dear Starlight, I sensed someone talking about me and I had to appear. Why, do you think eavesdropping around Twilight Castle is part of my routine?"

"That would be… classic Draconequus."

"Please, you hurt me. You just wrote we are friends. That we had… similar way of thinking?"

"I am not particularly proud of it."

"Why not, my dear Starlight?" Discord produced a derby hat, monocle and cane "Thanks to it, you defeated the menacing Accord."

"What do you mean?"

"You knew the flaws of forced harmony, because you once entertained the idea, and learned why it would not work. Fighting Accord, you fought your old self, …" Discord appeared wearing a boxer short with red and white stripes, with several punch marks on his face, drenched in sweat and let his mouth half-open "…and won. STARLIGHT!" screamed him, half-crying. He then turned to you, the reader "Adrian who?"

"Maybe, but there's less damaging ways to do it. I almost ruined the life of several ponies. One wrong word, and Chrysalis would have won, Accord would have won, Celestia could become Daybreaker, I… I don't know if I will be so lucky next time."

"Ah." He produced a handkerchief, showed it to the unicorn "What do you see here, Starlight?"

"A handkerchief with a dirty spot."

"Yes, that's the problem. We focus on the small dirty spot on our lives and forgot to look the whole picture. And it's worst for our own conscience. We know everything we did and should have done, our dark ideas, while the others just see what we did. So, we tend to imagine our dirty spots ay bigger than the others see. Fluttershy showed me that. She was the only one who saw me as a clean draconequus" Discord split himself in two. The shorter one was about to say something, closed his mouth and shrugged. The taller and chubbier version donned some slick, black hair and beard, glasses and, oddly enough, just one claw painted red. The taller version continued: "She was the first one to see the possibilities of my handkerchief." The shorter one showed front and verse of the cloth, made a move, extracting from it two doves and, surprisingly, Angel Bunny. The pet looked dizzy and tried to run away as fast ashe could.

Suddenly, Starlight was wearing some glasses and having a notepad in front of hair, while Discord was reclining on a psychiatrist day-bed.

"Now, Starlight, why do you think I tried to coach Twilight to let you live with me?"

"Huh…"

"Exactly. We could watch each other, motivate each other, improve each other. I believe you know how many mazes one mind can create alone" Discord raised his scalp to somehow reveal a screen with pac-man playing "So, we need each other support."

Starlight eyes watered, and she hugged the draconequus. Everypony has issues, it seems. Wht matters is how you deal with them.

Starlight chuckled. "Thank you, Discord. I guess."

The creature was now dressed as an Equestrian mail deliverer.

"Don't mention it. Now, what about all these letters?"

"There's something I need to do, Discord. See…"


Thanks Danparker and everybody else for the support for this story. One pony to go, and you pretty much can guess who she is.