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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
Son of Chaos Chapter 5: A monster, am I?
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
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: Prologue
This tale I am going to tell began a long time ago, longer than what you could ever imagine. Before anything existed, even before this remote space we call universe, there were two entities, two siblings who spanned all trace of existence. Their names were Chaos and Harmony. They inhabited the limbo, a realm which did not know the significance of time and space, with each other as their only company. At first mistrustful, both divinities maintained the distance. But after millenniums of continuous silence, life was created, and that same instant was when they accepted their mutual presence, as for them it was understood that they were dependent on the other. Their union had been responsible for something marvelous, and that is why they concluded that they needed each other to survive, in fact, for their work to survive. This idea was not born even as a thought, but a mere instinct, an impulse neither of them could comprehend. And then, once combined the forces of order and chaos the un
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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