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Son of Chaos Chapter 4: A last ray of hope
Two years. That was all the time Draco had needed to become an animal.
The forest was now his home: the only secure place for him. But even there it seemed that its inhabitants knew his past. Even within the monsters, he was rejected. In a sense, it served as his prison- like his house, but different. All the forest was his. Draco knew every last spot, every rock, every tree, where best places to hunt were, and where the best fruits grew.
Now there was nopony to talk to. In two years, he hadn´t spoken to anyone. In the rare occasion that words came from his mouth, he simply threw them to the air- just for the pleasure of hearing something other than an angry roar. Draco could only roar at his savage neighbors. After all, he had to look strong in order to show them who was the ruler. But even he, who was a considerably sanguinary beast, didn´t dare approach the limits of the forest which connected with the resplendent city of Canterlot.
From time to time, when Draco lay in t
Son of Chaos Interlude: Whispered Promises
Here I stand, alone. Not as though this is anything new. Sad but true, isn’t it? But time mitigates the feeling, although a small part of it refuses to die. It´s like a burning wound—a bitter taste on your tongue that chooses to remain. I admit it, fighting it had always been futile; however, that did not dissuade my attempts. Such efforts would only ever meet failure, again and again, in a similar fashion to the disappointing conclusion of a book that, no matter how many times you read it, does not change. The ensuing despair corroded my soul just as rust devours even the purest metals. Because I remember—I was once pure. I am sure of it. An innocent infant in a cruel world, with but a single being to stop his fall… Until she disappeared. It´s curious, because since I returned from, well, wherever I’ve been, it’s become harder to remember. The features of her visage are now obscured, her voice is now distorted, and I can hardly reca
Son of Chaos Chapter 2: Happy Birthday Draco
After 15 years, things had changed considerably. For example, the prediction had continued to progress, and a second alicorn had born ten years after the first one. She was named Luna.
After ponies of the village went to Sun Pride´s home to learn if his son had been born, Sun Pride told them that the baby had born the previous night. And as it was predicted, he was a monster, so he decided to drown him. He also explained that the death of the baby had unsettled Grey Weather´s mind, and she had left home. That explanation fit very well with Grey Weather´s behavior. She was hardly ever seen by the village anymore. The few times they could see her were when she went to the market to buy food. Thus, the fame of her insanity continued to grow.
However, her unusual behavior was the result of another thing entirely. Grey Weather was spending all her time at the abandoned house taking care of Draco. He had grown up a lot; although he was only fifteen, he was already taller th
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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