The world was a mishmash of things. The ground was made up of purple and black tiles. Houses floated above the ground. Animals' features were twisted and elongated. Cotton candy clouds filled the sky, raining down chocolate milk.

It was, simply put, chaos. And at the centre of this chaos, was the God of Chaos himself: Discord.

Lounging on his throne, the Draconequus tapped his chin, arms crossed. He'd been reigning for the last few years, messing with the little ponies however he wished. Yet after all this time... he was bored.

Dreadfully, embarrassingly, bored. And maybe just a bit lonely too but that really was of no consequence–

Ahem. Anyway, the Spirit of Disharmony was bored. He'd faced no opposition nor had he had anypony to enjoy his wonderful chaos with. He had exhausted every idea he had so far, and was rather dissatisfied with himself.

And then something interesting happened. He felt extremely powerful magic of unknown origin.

Finally! He thought, teleporting to where it came from. And what he found was...

"Well, well, well..." Circling you, Discord hmm'd and haa'd, twisting his head to look at you from every possible angle. "Where'd you come from, little pony? That was quite the powerful spell there. I'd almost say you're from... the future!" He intoned dramatically, making lightning strike behind him.