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// The Meeting. 
// Story: Adventures with the Son of Chaos and Harmony. 
// by Godmutt 
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She melted away in her mother's arms.. Oh, how long it had been since she'd felt a hug like this, she'd never know.. 

"Don't worry, dear, mommy's here!" Said the sweet voice. Brush felt at home in the phantom's arms. 

*SHINK* 

A titanium object stuck through her mother's stomach, and poked Brush's own gut. Her mother dissolved into shadows and faded away to reveal a new visitor in the cave. Her eyes lit up with a flaming anger and her ears were splayed back against her head. 

"WHAT THE BUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?" She yelled at the pony in front of her. "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER AGAIN?!?"

The pony grinned weakly and said "I'm Soma. And your mom, was actually some shadow beast thingy." 

Brush glared at him for another moment before spinning to get around him, to hit him in the back of the head with her tail, knocking him out. 


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Soma yawned and opened his eyes to see a small pair of glowing eyes in front of him.. He smiled and sat up, only to see the eyes were merely two fireflies.. They flew off down the cavern hallways. "Hey.. Don't leave me behind.." He whispered. He felt  throbbing pain at the back of his head.. As he reached back to feel it, he realized there was blood gushing from a wound at the nape of his neck.. Welp, he brought a handkerchief for a reason..

As he wrapped his neck up, he started observing his surroundings. Faded paintings covered the walls, and they all looked realistic.. Nothing primitive.. He got up and grabbed his bag, which was sitting, empty, in a corner. "Where did that whelp put my stuff?.." He said to himself.

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Brush had never had something this delicious.. Oh boy this little red ball tasted amazing!! Other than the little stem at the top, and the core, of course. And the pony monster had so many of them!  'I wonder if he has more..' She thought to herself. But he wasn't awake yet. At least, he shouldn't be awake yet.

The emerald dragon bit into the red object once more, and lifted her head to look down the hall, to see.. the pony! He was smiling at her. 

Surely he was scared of her! No mortal pony would be unafraid of a dragon! 

But there he was.. Smiling and waving at her, like they were old friends..  She roared at him, but he just roared back louder. Something no sane pony would ever do. 
Something was different about him, and she wanted to know what. She was going to find out why he wasn't scared.