Chapter 3: Discord
Later that day in a cave, a field mouse with blue eyes and a red cape named Mrs. Brisby ran in, looking for food. Suddenly, she froze, sniffed the air, gasped, and ran away, only for an eagle claw to swoop down and grab her. The claw lifted the mouse up to reveal the owner of the claw. It was a draconequus with red eyes. His name was Discord.
"Life's not fair, is it?" Discord asked Mrs. Brisby as she squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. "You see, I—well, I shall never be king." He allowed Brisby to run on his claw and she tried to jump away, before he grabbed her and said, "And you shall never see the light of another day or your brood again." He snickered evilly before he said, "Adieu."
He opened his mouth and was about to place Brisby on his extended tongue when someone interrupted him, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?"
He turned and saw Bartok and Angel glaring at him with Angel tapping his foot.
Discord sighed and put his claw down with Brisby still trapped in it, as he asked Bartok and Angel, "What do you two want?"
"We're here to announce that King Night Light is on his way," Bartok said, before he added sternly, "So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning."
Brisby squirmed free and ran off, much to Discord's annoyance as he said, "Oh now, look, Bartok. You made me lose my lunch."
Angel made a paw punching gesture as Bartok said, "You'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He's madder than a Windigo with hernia!"
"Ooh, I quiver with fear," Discord said sarcastically, before he suddenly grinned sinisterly at both Bartok and Angel, making them nervous.
"N-Now, Discord," Bartok said nervously, as he and Angel began to back away, "d-don't look at us that way." They both tried to run away as Bartok screamed, "HELP!"
Discord grabbed them both with his lion paw while lifting his eagle claw to attack them both.
Suddenly Night Light appeared and said, "Discord!" Discord turned. "Let them go," he ordered them.
"Perfect timing, your majesty!" Bartok piped up.
Discord scowled as he let them go, before saying to Night Light, "Why if it isn't my adopted brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners."
"Velvet and I didn't see you at the presentation of Shining today," Night Light said.
"Oh, that was today?" Discord said, sounding fake surprised. "Oh, I feel simply awful!" On 'awful,' he scraped his eagle claw on the wall like nails scraping chalkboard, causing Angel to cringe and Bartok to briefly go deaf, before he cleaned both his ears. "Must have slipped my mind," Discord said with a smirk.
"Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is," Bartok snapped at Discord, "as the king's adopted brother, you should have been first in line!"
Angel nodded once angrily, only to flinch when Discord clicked his teeth at both him and Bartok, before the two hid behind Night Light's legs, as Discord bent down to speak to both of them.
"I was first in line until that little brat was born," Discord seethed.
"That 'little brat' is my son," Night Light said, lowering his head to meet Discord face-to-face. "And your future king."
"Oh, excuse me while I go and practice my curtsy," Discord said sarcastically, before he turned to leave.
Night Light was starting to get angry, as he said, "Don't turn your back on me, Discord!"
Discord looked back and said, "Oh no, on the contrary, Night Light. Maybe you shouldn't turn your back on me."
He turned to leave again and Night Light neighed angrily, as he ran over and blocked Discord's path.
"Is that a challenge?" asked Night Light, threateningly.
"Temper, temper," Discord said. "I wouldn't dream of challenging you."
"Pity," Bartok said, coming out from behind Night Light's leg. "Why not?"
"Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share," Discord told Bartok. "But when it comes to brute strength—" here, he looked at Night Light, before he added, "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool."
With that, he left.
Bartok sighed, before he said, "There's one in every family, sire. Two in mine and dozens in Angel's actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions."
"What am I going to do with him?" Night Light said with a sigh.
"He'd make a very handsome throw rug," Bartok offered and Angel nodded in agreement.
"Bartok," Night Light said.
"And just think," said Bartok, as he, Night Light, and Angel walked/flew off. "Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him!"
The three laughed.
That night, a storm was brewing. In one of the baobab trees lived Lovelace, who was busy chanting in another language and creating a painting of a unicorn foal. He smiled as he looked at it. It was a painting of Shining Armor. He chuckled before he completed the ceremonial crown in the painting and said, "Shining Armor."