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Son of Chaos Chapter 1: Auguries -Not edited yet-Twenty years had passed since Equestria’s foundation. In those years, cities started to grow and the population had undertaken a relatively prosperous life; at least better than what they had experienced in their previously nameless home. Pegasi were in charge of the weather, earth ponies cultivated food for everyone who required it, and unicorns had been assigned the most important commitment; the rise and descent of the Sun and the Moon, which sustained the life on the complete planet. Thus, when the time to decide who would govern their land with both care and rigor, the three races representatives reunited, still deeply attached by the bounds which had been born in that cave the unforgettable day in which harmony among the pony kind was brought back to life. After a serene deliberation, the following conclusions were reached. The domain over the land would be executed by the unicorns, with the then Queen Platinum on head. The defense of the kingdom would be assigned to the fi
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Draco continued to watch the scene unfolding before him- with those two angelical mares in his domain. Little Luna was splashing and laughing as, coincidentally, he had done countless times before. Celestia, on the other hand, simply sat and observed her sister.
“Come on, the water´s great! You have to try it!” Luna said, laughing.
“I´ve already told you that if we´re wet when we return home, they’ll realize where we´ve been. And we´ll be in big trouble,” Celestia replied. “I don´t want to be blamed.”
Luna submerged her head in the lake and proceeded to spit the water into the air, imitating a fountain. She then repeated the action, this time spitting toward her sister in a playful manner. Celestia jumped back to avoid Luna’s line of fire and shot her an annoyed glance. Luna answered her gaze with an innocent smile.
“You´re too serious, sister. Why don´t you try to have some fun? At th
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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