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// Chapter 1 
// Story: That One Anarchy Chaos Story Thing...? 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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A warm breeze billowed over the rolling hills of grass. This was no normal breeze though, this was a breeze accompanied by the distant howls in the drifting wind from beyond the horizon. The howls weren’t normal either, these were the howls of angry windigos. Not to be confused with wendigos which are not from the magical land of friendship and happiness. A trail of hoofprints marked flattened spots of grass, leading to who-knows-where.

“Hello?” Cried a voice in the distance, “Hello?”

No response came in return. The voice silenced for a moment, almost hesitant to repeat.

“H-hello? Is anyone there?” Cried the voice yet again.

Again, no response. The voice at this point was trembling from fear, almost ready to collapse. The howling grew closer by the second as the breeze turned frigid. Slowly but surely the breeze got colder and colder, cold enough to even freeze the grass into ice due to the fact that just a few hours ago it was raining.

“Hello?” the voice came one last time, “I-I’m scared… what’s going on?”

A second, more distant voice finally responded from beyond the wind.

“Come to us, child, and embrace the wind.”

“The… wind?”

“Yes, child!” the wind hissed, “Embrace us! Join the wind!”

“But what if i don't want to join the wind? I just want to go home,” the voice cried, now identified as a child.

“The wind will take you home.”

Of course, the child knew the wind was lying since the wind was heading North, and his home was South-West of here. Also, his mommy said to never follow strangers to strange places.

“Are… are you sure about that?” the child whimpered, “You aren’t going where my home is…”

“Of course child, I only have the best interests for you at heart,” the wind lied again

“How do you know where my interests lie against where your interests lie?” the child asked suspiciously.

The wind was surprised by this question, for it has never encountered a pony who saw through its tricks. It quickly tried to think of a way to salvage this, but could not think of one fast enough before the child seemingly lost interest in the conversation and began walking home. Normally it would have just taken the child by force since they refused to follow it, but the wind decided to just follow the child and see where they would go and what they would do.

“Of course child, I suppose I wouldn't know where your interests lie if I had never met you before.”

“But… why would you try to make me come with you if you never met me before?”

The wind paused for a moment, and all the snow and all the clouds halted with it.

“I-I suppose i'm not too sure myself… I suppose that I have done it for so long that I forgot why I even started doing it in the first place.” 

“Do what? What have you been doing for so long?” The child asked, confused.

“I don’t even remember that, strangely…” the wind mused, “I-I think my mind must be slipping… oh my…”

"So you've been doing the same thing for so long that you somehow forgot what it is that you've been doing? How does that happen?!" The child asked incredulously.

"I-I'm afraid I don't know…"

"Well either way, I'm home now, so you can go back to whatever it was that you were doing before this whole conversation started."

When the child entered the house, the wind began thinking to itself; what had it been doing, why is it taking so much interest in that child, and how is that child so smart? As the wind continued pondering these questions it came to a sudden realization; what even is it? It knows it's alive, but it doesn't know how it could talk since as far as it remembers, wind shouldn't be alive or be able to talk. When the wind came to realize that, it tried to remember what it is if it's not the wind, but all it could remember was feelings of resentment and hate, it doesn't remember a single moment it was happy or sad or even loving. And with that realization, the wind decided to follow the child and see what would happen… who knows maybe it will remember some things.

And thus began the journey of Wind and Child.