//------------------------------// // A Decision Made and Some Magic Learned // Story: Chaos of the Moon // by Chaos of Canterlot //------------------------------// Chaos of the Moon Chapter 2 A special thanks goes out to Dragonz Wrath as my editor. You helped me a lot. I do not own My Little Pony but I do own Chaos. He’s my OC. Sorry for taking so long. I write them in school on paper, then transfer them to the computer. Took me 4 hours on and off to type this one up. Anyways, how ya enjoy it. Now back to some awesome chaos *flies away on a kiwi* ‘This is thought’ “This is speech” Chaos awoke the next day with the morning warmth of the sun enveloping his form. He sat up and stretched out, flapping his awkward wings a little and cracking a few joints. He yawned and looked around lazily, looking for a water source. He eyed a small river and moved toward it slowly, still very groggy. He bent down and drank some of the water. ‘Cold, very fresh too. Excellent.’ Chaos thought to himself. Although he was a wanderer, he had picked up a rather helpful habit from his travels: hygiene. Hygiene was what had partially helped him stay in certain places, that is, until they ran him out of town. He washed quickly in the cold water. He shivered a little, but was happy he was clean. Chaos could have snapped a towel into existence but he had never learned how to do magic. ‘All that time with my mother, and she could do magic. Why didn’t I learn magic then?’ He shook off and walked upright through the forest, trying to figure out the surroundings of his new abode. His paw and claw were tucked behind his back, folded as though in an art museum. As he walked along, his hoof struck against something hard and more solid than the soil and grass. He looked down see a cobblestone and dirt road cutting through the forest. He wondered where it led so he followed it a bit to the top of a small hill. As he got closer to the hill, much of the vegetation and forest thinned out, leveling out into grassy rolling hills. When he observed over the hill all that was around he spotted a highly technicolored town, with what looked like a number of ponies moving about. He contemplated the idea of the town. ‘That must be Ponyville. Hmmm….do I wanna stay here, walking around, bored as Tartarus, or go into town and look around. Hmmmm…’ He thought long and hard, sitting down on the hill, weighing out the pros and cons of his possibilities. “Might as well,” he said and with that, he walked off and toward Ponyville. As Chaos continued down the road, observing everything around. He slowly walked into town. He never kept his eyes fixed one on thing. Slowly, everypony had scurried into their homes, fearing him he supposed. He huffed slightly, hanging his head. This is what he had feared; their fear of him. He walked past Sugarcube Corner and smelled delicious baked goods. He had to fight and resist the urge to go inside and eat everything. He continued walking until he reached the library. He had read a few articles in the newspapers in Manehattan about the mares of Ponyville defeating the Queen of the Changelings. Chaos hoped that the main mare, Twilight Sparkle would help him. He waked to the door and knocked on it softly. “Hold on! Just a minute,” said a sweet voice from inside. He heard a few thuds and a bit of shuffling around until the door opened to reveal a purple unicorn in front of him. She had a purple mane, but with a purple and a pink streak in it. She looked happy at first but after she eyed him, she looked shocked. She quickly looked him up and down and her disposition became nervous and cautious. “Can I help you?” she asked him warily. “Yeah, umm…I was wondering if you were Twilight Sparkle.” Chaos asked normally, staying calm and trying not to be depressed and all. “Yes, I am Twilight. Oh, where are my manners? Please come on in,” she said, stepping aside and opening the door more to accompany his frame. He ducked down and walked into the treehouse/library. The scent was interesting to his nose. It smelled like good parchment, beeswax candles, and something interesting from the kitchen. He ignored the smells, but for the most part, the place was cozy and quaint, enough for a pony or two to live in. Although still younger than Twilight, Chaos stood about eye level to Twilight on all fours. Twilight’s horn made her a little taller though. “So what brings somepony like you to Ponyville of all places?” She asks as Chaos walked slowly around the room, eyeing the plethora of books, reading some of the titles. Twilight could tell the resemblance between Discord and this somepony….thing. She was worried, afraid that this was Discord, that he had escaped and is now back in Ponyville to take his revenge upon the Elements. “Hmm…what’d you say? Ah yes, why I’m here. Well first off my name is Chaos. Sorry, I’m usually better at my introductions. I am a big traveler, and I ended up here in Ponyville,” Chaos said, lying to try and conceal most of his real life story. “I had read an article about you and five other ponies defeating…oh what’s that pony’s name…Cr…Can…Chr-“ “Chrysalis?” Twilight asked, hoping to finish his question correctly. “Yes, her. I’ve recently had a bad streak of luck in my travels and I was hoping if I could occupy a room or something for a little while, until I can get back on top, so to speak,” Chaos asked hopefully. “Of course. Nothing wrong with somepony’s help every now and then. Well, feel free to browse through the books. Just please put them back when you’re done reading them. I’ve got to go for a minute and talk to a friend of mine about a few things,” Twilight said happily before leaving. She was still cautious about him. She didn’t know if she should drop her cautiousness or raise it. She departed, leaving Chaos to his own future within the library. Chaos breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy he wasn’t rejected for once. Glad that somepony actually wanted him around. The only other somepony who wanted him was his mother, but if she had really wanted him, she would have kept him. He looked down sadly at his own predicament. ‘Come on. Let’s read and see what Twilight’s got.’ Chaos eyed book after book, reading the first few titles or sentences of books before replacing them. Chaos was about to go and do something else when a title caught her eye. “Beginner Unicorn’s Guide to Magic.” Chaos quickly grabbed the book and coiled his lengthy body on a pillow, surrounding the book. ‘Finally!!! I can learn what I was supposed to in Canterlot. I wonder why Mom never taught me magic.’ He read through the book page by page, trying to grasp everything he read and processed. He looked over to a vase with a few violets in it on a table near him. He concentrated and his snaggletooth glowed a soft amber color. It was a simple levitation spell and it worked. The vase floated, and Chaos worked more and more with his newfound power. As he worked, he noticed that if a fleeting thought of the color green flashed in his mind as he was using his magic, that the whole vase and flowers would turn green. It was weird how that would happen. ‘I’m doing everything exactly as the book says. Why is this being so chaotic?’ Then it clicked. His magic was chaotic! It was his very name! Chaos practiced for a little while longer on his levitation and teleportation of the vase and let out a stressed breath. He had learned what he called a “snapdragon” technique where he could snap his claws to use the magic easier. “Man, magic is tiring,” Chaos said, rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck with his claws. “It does when you start out, but after time it becomes easier and less tiring, until you start using really advanced spells,” Twilight said, leaning against the front door’s door jam. Chaos let out a high pitched, girly shriek. He poof’d himself on top of the stair’s balcony railing in fright. “Oh my Luna, Twilight. Please don’t scare me so badly. How long have you been there?” He asks, his heart thumping in his chest. “I just got here a few minutes ago,” she says with a nervous tone. Chaos wiped his brow and flew back down to the ground floor, landing at the book. “So what were you doing?” Twilight asked, walking past him. “I was…uhh…reading one of your books. Very good reading.” He said, quickly covering the cover as he moved back to the shelves. He replaced the book on the shelf and walked back to Twilight who was near the kitchen. “Remember the other ponies you spoke of? Well I told them about your arrival and any minute no-” Before Twilight could finish her sentence, a bright neon pink blur shot through the door, coming to a bouncing rest in front of Chaos’ face. “Hi!Ohmygosh!Howareyou?Whoareyou?Youlookfamiliarforsomereason.I’mgonnamakeyoua’WelcometoPonyville’partyandit’sgonnabeubersuperduperwuperawesome.Bye,” and with that the blur vanished back through the door, probably faster than when she arrived. Chaos stood there, wide-eyed and very confused. He turned to Twilight, questioningly looking at her and pointing a questioning finger towards the door. “Oh that’s just Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie,” Twilight said brushing it off as commonplace. The sun set and the moon rose in the setting sky. Chaos smiled at its beauty and thought immediately of his mother. He unwittingly shed a tear. Twilight watched the tear run down his snout and she gave him a comforting hoof on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” She asked him. Her touch got his attention and he looked at her with wonder. He refocused to reality to feel the tear now. He wiped the tear away with a sniffle. “Yes yes…just thinking of my mother. She was amazing. She always loved the night, how the stars seemed to be very randomly placed, but inside of that randomness, we had constellations that formed out of them. She loves her nights,” Chaos was happy, remembering snuggling up to Luna as she put the night into action. She had taught him about the night and its beauty, and how it all flowed from discord into harmony. Yet the night was misunderstood. Instead of being seen as beautiful it was seen as dangerous, a place for ponies who wish ill will towards other ponies. “Well,” said Chaos, dropping out of his memories and back to Equestria. “Good night Twilight. And thank you so much again for allowing me to stay.” She nodded back to him and led him to a room on the bottom floor. It had a simple bed and a dresser but that’s about it. He thanked her once again and laid on the bed. He fell asleep quickly with a light snore. Twilight watched and was amazed at how Chaos acted. ‘Discord definitely doesn’t act this way…at all. And what did he mean by her nights? I think Princess Celestia needs to hear about this.’ She looked around the library, wondering where Spike was. “Spike?! Spike!!” She yelled in a whisper. The front door opened and Spike walked into the library. He was a small purple scaled baby dragon. His underbelly and the spines on his head and back where a bright green. He was hatched at the School for Gifted Ponies by Twilight herself, and had been raised as her best friend and as her helper. They had come to Ponyville together and his main two jobs were to help clean up the treehouse and also to send letters to Celestia. “Sorry, Twi. I was at Rari-” His mouth was covered by Twilight’s hoof as she silenced the little dragon. “You need to be quieter; we’ve got a guest who’s sleeping. Anyway, I’m gonna need you to send another letter to the Princess,” she said whispering. Spike simply nodded and sat down on a nearby pillow. Twilight walked over to a podium near her. She levitated the quill and dipped it in the ink and began to write. Dear Princess Celestia, Today while in the library, a strange somepony showed up, asking for help. He said he’d been traveling for the last few years, and ended up here in Ponyville. I don’t know if you know he has escaped but Discord is sleeping in the library. Just a little worried. He seems quite docile. Maybe he’s had a change of heart. None the less, I didn’t know if you were notified of his escape. Also we found out what happened to Trixie. After she was run out of Ponyville, she traveled for a while. She got to Appaloosa and turned back around. She now lives next to Vinyl Scratch and Octavia. She’s still arrogant and flaunts a lot, but she’s been accepted in town. I will send you my report on Friendship in a few days. Rarity is going through something with Sweetie Belle, so maybe that’s part of it. Your faithful student, Twilight Twilight gave the letter to Spike, who rolled it up into a scroll and blew green fire on it. It burst into flames and became a shining ash and cloud of mote, and it flew towards Canterlot. And with that chaos erupted from harmony.