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Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 3: Different

There was no doubt about it. Screwball proved to be a difficult baby. A unicorn or a pegasus filly would have been easier, despite their magical surges and eagerness to fly. The daughter of pure chaos had that and more.

While her magic satisfied her hunger with a great many things she should not possibly be able to eat, the baby did not fully understand the capability of her powers. A single thought from her infantile mind would cause something extraordinary to happen. One day, Fluttershy had the misfortune to come into the nursery and find her child gnawing on the bars of her crib, which had been turned to licorice.

Discord would never forget the night he made the most shocking discovery. A month after bringing their filly home, the couple woke in the middle of the night hearing her wails.

"Your turn," Fluttershy said wearily.

With a sleepy kiss on her forehead, Discord teleported to the nursery and gasped when he saw the crib empty.

"Screwy?!" he called desperately, "Screwy, where…?"

A sinister laugh echoed through his lobes, descendimg upon his now shaking form. Discord looked up to see Screwball hovering above his head, a cracked smile evolving from her little face, almost too big to fit on her cheeks.

"aw hell." he mumbled.

He should have guessed this would happen. He jumped up and swung his arms at her, oh, but she was as stubborn as her father and easily dodged him.

"Get down here, young lady!" he demanded.

Then he jumped so high that his head crashed into the ceiling, his antler and horn leaving him stuck. Screwball snickered, but gasped when she saw the aggravated look on her father's face. She took that as her cue to flee.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play it, huh? Come back here!"

He flapped his wings furiously and panicked as he chased her around the room. For an infant, she was quite fast and sneaky. She flew beneath the crib and he collided into its side, thanks to his horn and antler, once again. He chose to go around and finally got a grip on her.

"Gotcha, you little scamper!" Discord shouted triumphantly.

The filly tried to struggle out of his grasp, but her father's hands were too strong. At last, she gave up with a pout. He laughed as he stood and held her up.

"Now to get you back to bed so your Daddy and Mommy can get some sleep," he cooed.

Then he took a sniff of the air and cringed. Screwball snickered again.

"But first, some pony needs a change." He sighed.

He snapped his fingers and the filly's dirty diaper disappeared, a clean diaper replacing it.

"Who knew raising a foal would be so much work?"

He did, of course. He grunted as he set her down into her crib. She crossed her hooves and glared at him with her spiral eyes. He began to wonder if she had inherited her mother's Stare.

"Don't give me that look, little missy!" he ordered, pointing his finger at her. "You may have chaotic power at your disposal, but I'm your dad and we make the rules around here, got it? Playtime is Daytime, Now get to sleep princess."

The filly suddenly broke into tears.

Discord froze in his tracks. "Please, please don't cry!"

She opened her mouth and wailed at full volume. Discord wanted to be active in every part of raising Screwball, when it came to her crying, he was helpless. He did not have the ability to calm down any living creature like Fluttershy. So far, she had been the only one to handle situations like this.

"Please!" he begged. "You'll wake your mother!"

He had to get her to quiet down and go to sleep, and he couldn't possibly ask Fluttershy. She had been working harder than ever this past month, taking care of the baby along with her pets.

Discord decided he at least had to try to calm his daughter down. First, he considered what was making her cry. He had already changed her diaper and she clearly was not hungry, because she could handle that herself. He considered getting a laugh instead of a cry.

"Hey, Screwy!" he exclaimed. "Watch this!"

In a flash, he was on top a unicycle juggling a pie, a boot and an anvil. Screwball stopped crying and watched this act with curiosity. The objects then slipped out of her father's hands and landed on his head: first the boot, then the pie, then the anvil.

"Ta-da!"

She blinked for a moment and then cried again.

"Tough crowd," he muttered. He knelt to her bedside. "For goodness sake, what do you want from me, kid?"

What would Fluttershy do in this predicament? In the time that he had known her, he still had trouble being gentle with other creatures. He thought the problem was that others were too absorbed with his appearance to give him a chance, but then he realized that the problem might be him not giving them a chance, or rather kindness a chance.

Maybe he should give it a chance now. He thought about what Fluttershy would use to calm the baby down and then snapped his fingers.

"A lullaby! Is that what you want?"

The filly seemed to understand him for she stopped wailing for a bit and held out her hooves with a whimper, indicating that she wanted him to hold her as well. He carefully scooped her in his arms. She was so tiny and soft. He would not be surprised if she grew up to be as beautiful as her mother. Thank the heavens she had inherited that part of her.

He cradled her gently and attempted to sing the lullaby Fluttershy would always use:

"Hush now, quiet now It's time to lay your…"

He trailed off as she began crying again. He rolled his eyes.

"Everyone's a critic."

Unfortunately, he was not as gifted in singing as his wife was, mostly because he had not had much practice. Besides, the song was not in his key. Maybe he should try another song, but he did not know that many. Perhaps he should make one up. The first line he sung came straight from his thoughts:

"Please do not cry, my dear

Your papa is so very here…"

She paused a moment to listen to the haunting tune. Discord glanced down and saw that his cheesy song was working, so he continued:

"And if any pony

Causes you any harm or fear…"

He thought about what he would do if anything happened to his daughter.

"Then I will cast them out from here,

'Cause I…am your papa, Discord.

And you…are a piece of me."

The filly giggled in delight, clearly enjoying the song. She clapped her tiny hooves for more. Discord smiled down at her.

"Oh simple spawn of mine

Without you, I would be so lost

I will stick by your side

No matter what the tragic cost

Our crazed imagined thoughts

Are what give you and me our strength

'Cause you…are my daughter, Screwball

And you're…gonna sleep right now."

The lullaby took its effect as Screwball let out a yawn and closed her eyes. He gazed in awe as she innocently sucked her hoof. He would have given her a pacifier, but it might deform her teeth, (or so he told himself since she ate the last three.) So he laid her in her crib, careful not to wake her. He picked up her stuffed dragon king Lionheart and slid it under her free foreleg. He then gently tugged the quilt over her small body.

Smiling, he leaned forward and lightly kissed the filly on the forehead.

When he teleported back into bed, he announced to his wife, "Our baby can fly."

Despite the complications, Discord and Fluttershy loved their newborn filly. She had a contagious laugh that was a combination of joy and sneakiness, much like her father's. Her powers, while making her difficult to deal with, were actually quite entertaining. Once she had learned to teleport, she and Discord took the game of peek-a-boo to new heights. She would often get restless, but Fluttershy was able to calm her down with her tenderness. When that did not work, she would use the Stare on her. Discord was grateful that the filly had not inherited his immunity.

Fluttershy sighed, still half asleep. "Of course, she can."

The biggest issue was finding a babysitter. While Pinkie was the most eager, not even she could handle the filly's unpredictability. Rainbow Dash could do it when she wasn't working with the other wonder bolts,(or slacking off,) Rarity was great with the filly, because she was like a sweeter, sillier version of her own cat, Opal. Applejack seemed to be a natural with her. Still, every pony had their turn helping with the baby.

Sometimes Derpy and her daughter, Dinky could come over. She would amuse her playmate with her powers, making their toys levitate and circle in the air. Dinky would clap her hooves in pleasure. The only magical surges the unicorn had had were when her pacifier, the same one Screwball had given her when they met in the hospital, was out of reach.

When Autumn Glory, Rarity, Rainbow, and Applejack's daughter came over, Screwball was given a four year old mentor.

The young filly took interest in her friend's horn. Screwball was a little over a year old when she discovered that it wasn't normal to use magic without a horn. She was able to fly at their age too, but she noticed that she did not have wings. She also realized that their eyes looked in the same direction, but she already knew that Dinky's eyes were unique.

Some point at this age, she met a pony she had never seen before and jumped back at the sight of her. Her short curly mane was purple with streaks of white, her coat was a light pink, but it was her eyes that interested Screwball the most. They were different. They were nothing like Dinky's. She seemed to have no blackness in her eye, only a purple swirl.

Screwball reached out to touch the filly and at the same time, the filly reached out to touch her. Their hooves met and Screwball flinched at the smooth texture she was feeling. It was not a hoof, it was glass. Her parents had already observed that Screwball seemed quite intelligent and understanding for a foal her age and it did not take long for her to conclude that the strange filly was indeed her.

That was when she knew.

Fluttershy found her daughter sitting in front of the full-length mirror and flew down to her.

"So there you are," she said, reaching her hooves out to her. "I've been looking…"

Her hoof then tapped at the reflection of her eyes.

Ah yes, her dad. Of course screwball knew how different he was from the other ponies: his size, his shape, his appearance, his behavior. whenever her mother or one of the other ponies was next to him it stuck out.

As Screwball grew older and developed better speech, she began noticing other things that were different about her. Her diet was the first indicator. Her friends always stared at her when she drank her sip cup instead of the milk inside it. Her playmates, their mothers and her own mother did not do the things she did. Objects did not appear out of nowhere on their command, nor did they just come to them from afar.

When she was six, she finally approached her parents about this. It was after they read her a bedtime story that she asked.

"Mommy, Daddy?"

"Yes, dear?" her mother responded softly.

"Why am I different?"

Discord and Fluttershy paused, their smiles squishing into nervous silent words as they shared a look.

"You're the same in ways that matter," Discord insisted.

"Like your friend Dinky," Fluttershy added.

"She doesn't have magic like mine mommy." Screwball said. "Not like mine. Pegasus and earth ponies don't do what I do, and I'm not a unicorn."

Her mother glanced to the side. "Sweetie…"

The filly pointed to Discord. "I'm more like daddy."

He winced. "Screwy, I think you…"

"Why?"

The couple looked at each other again, sighed, and smiled simultaneously.

"Yes, my love," Fluttershy said. "You and Papa are both a draconequus."

Screwball tilted her head. "Like Uncle Spike?"

Her mother laughed. "No, princess, you and Papa are the only two draconequi that have ever existed."

Discord put his paw over his heart. "My dear, you flatter me! Yet your flattery is an understatement. I am the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony! It is my duty to make the world less boring with my little…quirks. After all, what would this world be without a box of starving crazed weasels in every donut sho?"

Screwball squealed and kicked her hooves happily in agreement.

Fluttershy continued, "you and your papa are special and your differences from other ponies make you special, they almost define you. Almost. You are also made of your similarities to ponies you care about. You are what you make of yourself."

"how eloquent, my queen," Discord cooed, leaning forward to brush his daughter's hair. "you are special, because you are a product of two species, two creatures who love each other very much despite their differences."

He smirked as he wrapped his tail around Fluttershy and pulled her closer. She was startled at first but then laughed and kissed him on the snout.

"Your father's right," she said to the filly.

"Well, duh!" Discord huffed. "Of course I am! I only repeated what you said!" She nudged him playfully in the ribs with her elbow.

She meant something to ponies that love her, and she means something to herself.

The filly smiled, assuring them that their words had helped. After her parents had kissed her goodnight and turned out the lights, Screwball closed her eyes and sighed contently.

"nopony means more to us than you, screwy."

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