Flashback: The Return of Harmony
In 1969, somewhere in the heart of San Francisco, a man named Hagbard Celine founded a pagan sect that worshiped Eris, the Greek god of discord. He did so by writing the principia discordia. His exploits went down in infamy in the Illuminatus trilogy, where he toured the universe in a golden submarine.
For what it's worth, this has absolutely nothing to do with this story, except that Hagbard Celine's golden submarine briefly appeared over the discombobulated landscape of Ponyville for a split second and then phased out of existence again.
Yes, the spirit of disharmony reigned supreme in Ponyville, for the short amount of time Discord was in power.
He had such fun taking apart the landscape and "refreshing it" in new and conflicting ways. The streets became ice and soap, chocolate milk rained from the sky, and the world became weird and fun. At least, fun to Discord.
Somewhere deep in his jellies, he knew that this wouldn't last. He knew deep down, that there was always a chance someone would reunite the elements of harmony, and give him the Han Solo treatment.
Discord needed some kind of backup plan, for if that ever happened. The literal gears, in his head, turned in question of the puzzle. He needed something that could act independently from himself, or maybe... somepony. Oh that would be perfect!
In modern times, it was frowned on for gods to create life from nothing, but as a creature of chaos, of change and creation, it was a specialty of Discord's.
After all, the primordial soup from which all life evolved, was rooted in the Chaos of chemicals randomly blending. And yet, here life stands, having sprung from the chaos billions of years ago. That's the power of chaos; it's that air of creativity from which beautiful things flow. All you need is that spark.
The last time he had created life, was when he created the Draconequus, but they wanted nothing to do with him now. Yet, maybe this time, things would go differently. Discord was definitely a fan of the "let's give it a try" concept and giggled with delight at the possibilities.
He snapped his fingers and a pedestal appeared in front of him, with a block of clay sitting on it, ready and waiting. He whacked the block with his paw and began to shape it as it spun.
It quickly took the image of a child, an Earth Pony filly no older than 6. A plain and ordinary looking girl, to blend into pony culture. Still it needed a bit of a kick, so he could recognize her as his. He drew spirals in its eyes instead of pupils. There much better! He doubted the ponies would notice that. After all, mortals could be such dull creatures.
He summoned a cotton candy cloud, and had it rain chocolate milk on the wet clay. He sucked in a breath and blew on the sculpture. A white gas seeping from his mouth and into the statue. A piece of his very soul, filling the clay.
The chocolate milk began to wash away the clay. Revealing something of flesh and blood. She had a coat of light purple fur, while her mane was a darker shade, with white spirals in the curls. He did love how wavy hair had the occasional random curl.
The world is a chaotic place of weirdness and amazement. The universe is naught but a dust of chemicals floating in an endless space. We are stardust; we are golden.
All of this flooded into the filly's mind for a split second, as life shot into every part of her body. The beauty of that big bang, and getting to watch it as it unfurled in the sky. The filly quietly opened her eyes and took her first breath. By Chaos, it's good to be alive!
The cloud above her shot lightning bolts. This was not Discord's handiwork though, and he grinned happily as the filly flexed her powers for the first time. Her clothes changed to a mad scientist outfit and she took the voice of Frankenstein. Screaming, "It's alive! It's alive!"
"Oh I'm going to like you," Discord chuckled.
"I should hope so, daddy." The filly grinned giving him an unexpected hug as her outfit vanished. Discord's eyes shot wide, not knowing what to do. The concept of fatherhood wasn't really crossing his mind when he created her. That random concept did seem charming for one reason or another. "Happy Birthday," she muttered to herself as she hugged him.
"Birthday..." Discord rolled the word over his tongue, literally chewing the letters a bit before swallowing them. "Right, birthday! You need a present!"
He pulled her off him, and held out his paw. In a flash of white light, appeared a little propeller hat. "Happy birthday, my little abomination!" There was surprisingly more affection then he intended.
"Wow, cool daddy! Can I fly with it!?"
"What kind of propeller can't fly?" Discord stated with a smile.
She put it on her head, and spun the blade. Strangely her butt rose into the air, allowing her to float. She giggled with delight at the oddity. "Thanks daddy!"
"Don't mention it sweetie. Now why don't you go, and enjoy the rest of your birthday. Go find some ponies to play with?"
"REALLY!? Thank you so much daddy!" She was so excited! Wanting to explore the world around her? Cool! So she spun her propeller and out the window she went.
Discord walked to the window, that was suddenly just floating outside with him (again not his doing) and watched her go.
Fatherhood. He rather liked that concept! It's a shame it wasn't going to last very long. He couldn't possibly guess what her behavior was going to be like. The concept of creating a backup plan, probably wasn't going to go how he intended it, but such is life!
Discord turned back to his work, fixing all the pesky order in Ponyville as his filly went to begin her life.