Being an ancient being of chaos trapped in the prison of a stone statue sucked. Being an ancient being of chaos trapped in stone while delicious, hilarious strife was happening not far away was suction to the billionth degree. Discord seethed as he sensed the battle raging in Canterlot Castle between the changelings and his "beloved" ponies-cum-favorite targets. Oh, how he wished he could join into the fun. Queen Chrysalis and her ilk would have been perfect allies--well, until he had them eaten by marshmallow parakeets--to teach Celestia a lesson about doing this to him. Instead, he had to stay in this calcified form on the sidelines. It wasn't fair! Wait. The magical barrier around Canterlot was weakened. He couldn't do anything impressive. It wouldn't be focused. But Discord was not the only being that truly terrified a nigh-immortal avatar of the sun for no reason. Subtle mischief would do when fancier tricks failed. He had just enough power-- --to SHOW THEM ALL! +++++ Chaos writhed and slipped through the cracks in the fabric of reality. Not quite sentient, the impulse of a trickster abomination obeyed the dictates of its creator: SHOW THEM ALL. It flitted through thousands of different realities in nanoseconds. In a direction not comprehensible to most beings limited to three-dimensions, it found the agent of chaos that would fulfill its creator's wishes. "Alright do it! And get back!" Such madness! Such potential! And that was the HEROIC personality dominant at the moment. The one suppressed within her mind was even better! "Got it!" The spell sensed the wonderful evil come free of its shackles. It reached out and-- Discord's spell was imperfect. It activated just on the cusp of transition. The wrong personality was copied into its structure and sent back to Equestria. Well. Perhaps not. Certainly Agatha Heterodyne would serve to create more than enough chaos by herself... Deep in the mountains northwest of a small town in Equestria, a small form shimmered into being. Green eyes opened. "Ow." ++++ Agatha's mind whirled with confusion. One minute, she had been strapped down into the Si Vales rig whle Violetta tore away the locket. The idea was for her less-than-beloved mother to take the psychic stress and agony of the hideous resurrection procedure; Agatha's own psyche would have been safe from the shock of untold amounts of current blasting her. Well, that was the intent. It would have worked. Probably it did. But she certainly wasn't in the Great Movement chamber of the Castle. Glasses, glasses, where were her glasses? Ah! Good. Agatha fumbled with her hooves to hook her glasses behind her ears. The world came into focus. How in Europa had she ended up here? "Here" being a steep-sided mountain valley barren of trees save for a few conifers. The Castle and the town itself were nowhere in sight. Had there been an explosion? No! Gil! Tarvek! The others! After all that she had gone through, only for them to-- Er. Agatha held up her arms. Correction: her forelegs, at the end of which were aforementioned hooves. She had the only reasonable reaction under such circumstances. "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" ++++ And thus begins a new life for one Agatha Heterodyne-- MARE GENIUS!