Authors Note: This will probably take a while to update sometimes, since I'm really not supposed to be on the computer. Plus, I can be ridiculously slow at typing. Anyway, I'm sorry the chapters are so damn short. ._.
2. Chaos
Chaos was what he was, what he breathed, what his whole existence was for. It defined him, and it was ridiculously easy to see at first glance; his being was a hectic mishmash of things. Perhaps once upon a time, he could have been just a dragon, just on simple and orderly thing. If so, those were long past and to far back to think about. All that mattered was what he was today, everything and nothing anyone could classify.
Discord couldn't fit into the order of things, but he wasn't an evil, wretched being- just the a bit cruel and sadistic at times. He wanted the ponies to understand that, and maybe even have someone see it the way he did. No, that was far too simple- he wanted them to hearfeelsense it like he does.
Most days, he knew it was a pointless hope, and he might have been the slightest bit masochistic for wishing it. But he was just another creature that had dreams- and yes, even his own set of a heart and soul. None of that seemed to matter, because he was undoubtedly a monster too and that overshadowed everything else about him.
Ponies were afraid of change, and he was the very embodiment of change, even rebellion and free will, but no one ever seemed to remember that. With the way the universe was set, he doubted anyone ever would. Nobody ever wanted to think of the things that didn't fit into their own little picture of reality.
He was tired of being the evil to Celestia's good because he didn't fit into her cookie-cutter model of a "good" person. It wasn't that set into stone, not to him. To him, the world was never exactly the same and patterns were nearly non-existent.
It was beautifully, vibrantly chaotic- not violent, the way everyone assumed, but he supposed his view on the world had always been a little bit twisted.