Chaos of the Moon Chapter 10
A special thanks goes out to Dragonz Wrath and bradwi0593 as my editors. You helped me a lot. I do not own My Little Pony but I do own Chaos. He’s my OC. Enjoy my friends

“Big Mac, watch that bookcase, please. Those books are very valuable and I really don’t want them to be jeopardized.” Big Mac simply nodded to the unicorn mare, moving the large beam of wood around the bookcase and up the stairs. Twilight Sparkle watched anxiously as the stallion moved up the stairs. He ascended to the top, looking at the recently repaired second floor wall, hallway, railing, and floor. The aged oak wood was contrasted with the new, lighter brown pine repair wood. It had been made, along with the wall, by construction ponies and unicorns that specialized in magical damages. The crew had come by earlier yesterday after the Princess had left. They had come and measured everything; asking only where to find the damages. The returned earlier that day and repaired most of the damage. The fit a wedge into the space from the floor creating a flawless seam that paralleled the floor. The unicorns refinished the blackened portion surrounding the holes, returning them to their normal aged brown color.

Big Mac stood next to the railing that was missing a large section. Twilight focused on the beam and levitated the beam from the earth stallions back. She slowly moved it over to the railing and set it onto the rail posts. The railing looked normal, save for the new section and three new posts. The beam was unfinished, but the construction workers would come back later, to both put an all-in-one stain and lacquer on the repairs and also to route out the rail to match the original.

“Thank you so much, Big Mac. You’re a big help,” she said, giggling at her pun. Big Mac smiled to her and let out a small chuckle as he descended the stairs.

“Hey, hold on; let me give you a few bits for your troubles.” Twilight flash teleporting her pouch of bits to herself. She opened the small pouch telekinetically when Big Mac spoke up.

“Nnnope,” he said, shaking his head side to side. Twilight looked to the stallion, feeling dejected.

“Nnnope,” he said again. Though he was a stallion of few and simple words, when he spoke, it spoke volumes. Twilights ears flattened and she closed her pouch up.

“Nope that’s all I needed Big Mac. Thanks for your help.” She smiled to him appreciatively and he nodded in return.

"Eeyup,” he said before exiting the library. Twilight turned back to the repairs and sighed. She turned around and moved over to a nearby cushion and laying on it. She began to run her forehead with her hoof, trying to calm down and think clearly. She began to replay what had happened yesterday in her mind.

‘Why did she go off so badly? She called him Chaos too, not Discord. However, I specifically remember in my letter I said Discord. So the only logical reason that she called him Chaos is because…’ Twilight gasped in revelation.

“She knew him already.” Twilight looked around for a parchment, quill, and ink. She needed to write a letter to Princess Luna. She couldn’t go to her mentor, seeing as Celestia was unstable and uncontrollable. She levitated them from a nearby podium to herself.

“Spike!” She yelled out before realizing he was at the Carousel Bouquet, helping Rarity. She groaned and picked up the quill with her magic and began to write.

Princess Luna,
I’m sorry if this letter seems unprofessional and all but this is urgent. Yesterday, Princess Celestia came by to see the creature I wrote about. When she saw him, she….changed. She used magic akin to King Sombra’s. She chased him out of the library yelling his name “Chaos.” I don’t know wha-

The landing of a chariot could be hear outside the library, taking Twilight’s attention away from the letter. She dropped the quill and ran to the window across the Library. She noticed the dark cloaked stallions with black armor pulling a dark chariot.

“The Night Guard?” Twilight said, confused. “The only somepony that uses or even relates to the Night Guard is" The front door of the library was thrown open by the Princess of the Night as she came in.

“Princess Luna!” Twilight said falling onto her back in surprise. Princess Luna blushed softly, embarrassed. She smiled to Twilight softly.

“Forgive me. We, I mean I, am working on how to speak with our subjects in a normal manner. I wanted to get out of the castle today and visit somepony. And I decided to visit you,” Luna said, walking forward. Twilight shifted and rocked back onto her barrel and stood back up, smiling to the rarely ever seen Princess.

“Please, no formalities, just Luna. You know me well enough. Very well. We are especially happy because I had a good dream last night. And you, Twilight?” Luna said noticing the staircase and the repair work. She wondered what in Tartarus caused it. It looked to her like a definite magical blast.

“Stressed.” Luna looked at Twilight very softly. She knew that the librarian unicorn would be stressed. Twilight continued.

“I had an incident yesterday and I’ve been getting the wood repaired,” Twilight said catching the Princess’s gaze. She smiled weakly, before sighing softly.

“Did not our dear sister visit you yesterday?” Luna asked, moving away and looking at the books.

“She did. It was an interesting visit,” Twilight said calmly, rubbing the crest of her neck with a hoof.

“Yes, some tea if you will,” Luna said, settling down on a cushion, a round table in front of it. Twilight went to the kitchen and made the tea. She levitated the teapot, two teacups and saucers, and a few mix-ins. She walked back in, carrying the items, and setting everything on the table in front of Luna. Luna smiled and helped Twilight to spread it all out on the table. Luna set a cup in front of herself and Twilight poured her a cup. Luna nodded softly and Twilight stopped pouring. Luna added in a small bit of honey, and added a few herbs as well, stirring it together as Twilight sat across from her, pouring herself a cup as well, adding a cube of sugar.

“Thank you Twilight,” Luna said, lifting the tea cup to her lips with her hooves and sipping it. She sighed as the sweet drink traveled down her throat. The two mares made small conversation about what had been going on in Ponyville and Canterlot over the last three years since the imprisonment of Discord and a year and a half since the King Sombra and Crystal Empire episode. Twilight’s mind would return to what happened yesterday with Celestia and Luna noticed Twilight becoming distant and uninterested in the conversation.

“Is something wrong, Twilight? You seem to be distracted about something?” Luna said, concerned about the unicorn mare.

“My apologies, Princess. But yes, I am troubled. I just can’t shake the visit yesterday from your sister. I cannot get it out of my mind.” She said, sighing. She rubbed forehead with her hooves, confused and bewildered about how to even begin to comprehend it.

“What happened?” Luna asked, setting down her tea and looking to Twilight with heartfelt concern.

“Well I was talking with her about the visitor when she arrived, the one I wrote about. She seemed…hostile when she waited for him. But what scared me the most was what happened next,” She said looking into her tea, hoping that it would help quell her disturbed mind. Luna was very concerned, both for Twilight and her guest.

“He was taking a shower and when he came out she noticed him. She…changed. She used magic, but not her magic. Dark magic, the type she showed me before my test in the Crystal Kingdom. You remember that right?” Luna nodded softly to her. She rose from her place and carefully moved to the side of the distressed unicorn, draping her wing over her.

“She attacked him with that magic, that’s why the repairs are there.” She said, softly beginning to sob. Luna pulled her tight, allowing the mare to cry as she herself began to feel scared as well. She knew the visitor Twilight wrote about was Chaos. Celestia had never hated anypony other than Discord and Chaos. Twilight cried into the midnight blue fur of the your Lunar Princess. Luna simply nuzzled her own neck against Twilight’s head, being careful of her horn. Twilight coughed a few times before wiping her tears away and continuing her story.

“I have never seen her do that. The only time I’ve seen her angry was when Discord broke free. She contained it though and didn’t attack him. At least to my knowledge.” Luna’s heart leapt at the mention of her disharmonious husband.
“She chased him out, shooting at him. But what got to me is that I think she knew him.” Luna’s eyes widened slightly, in prospective hope and regretful concern.

“In the letter I sent, I said he looked like Discord, but gave no name. But when she saw him and chased him, she called him by his name, the same one he told me.” Twilight said, scared and still confused.

“Chaos.” Luna’s fear came true as Twilight broke into sobs, leaning back into Luna’s chest and neck crying. She wrapped her hooves around her neck, clinging to Luna and letting out her sorrow. Luna hugged her softly, realizing something.

“Twilight?” She asked softly. Twilight slowly looked up to her, her eyes red.

“Do you have feeling for Chaos?” Luna asked with a motherly tone. Twilight blushed hard and looked away shyly as the Princess guessed correctly. Luna softly put her hoof to Twilight’s chin and gently turned her head back. She smiled softly to Twilight, who was still blushing.

“Well it seems I know a secret. It stands to reason that you should know of one secret I have.” Twilight broke from her embarrassment and looked to her confused.

“What do you mean a secret? How could you have a secret? You’re royalty and all.”

“There are many secrets that my sister and I have kept out of the public’s eyes. If you think your secret was bad, this one is worse,” Luna said softly, her happiness evident on her muzzle.

“How could it be worse than yours?” Twilight said disbelievingly, still slightly embarrassed. “I mean, what could it be? You had some secret love foal with a secret somepony or something?” Twilight said, waving her hoof in a circle in the air while rolling her eyes. Luna deadpanned, stunned at her guess.

“Actually your right on the hoof,” she said, baffled that she was able to guess that scenario out of a million others.

“Oh,” Twilight said caught off-guard, also baffled at her own impeccable guess.

“You’ve met him already.” Luna said watching the mare under her wing. Twilight sat there, putting a hoof to her chin, deep in thought.

“Well Big Mac is an Apple. Doctor Whooves? Time Turner? Flim? Flam? Pip? Snips? Snails? Doughnut Joe?” After every name, Luna shook her head no. Twilight was stuck, trying to figure out who the stallion could be.

“Well the only stallion I can think of left would be Chaos but he’s not even an alicorn.”

“But he does have alicorn blood,” Luna said smiling, nudging Twilight softly. Twilight looked to Luna surprised, her jaw dropping and her mind being blown. ‘I’ve got the hots for the Princess’s son.’

“And he’s your-” She nodded again. Twilight blushed beet red and looked away. Trying to understand it all hurt her head. Luna simply giggled softly.

“Chaos is my son, and I, his mother. And yes, I do not mind the notion of you and Chaos together. And technically because he’s my son, he’s a Prince.” Twilight blushed and smiled softly. Twilight had just confessed to Chaos’s mother that she loved him.

“Twilight Sparkle,” Luna said, with a loving and slightly exasperated tone. “I would have figured you of all ponies would have easily figured that out.” Twilight began to think again. Luna watched as her eyes widened in disbelief as she realized who. She looked up to Luna in a surprised confusion and Luna smiled and softly giggled.

“So that’s what he meant by ‘a prize to claim’.” Twilight said nonchalantly as Luna blushed.

Luna and Twilight continued to talk for a little while. Luna looked to the window after her third cup of tea and noticed the bottom of the sun beginning to touch the horizon.

“Well Twilight, it was a pleasure to speak with you again. Unfortunately though, the night is near and I must return to Canterlot. Celestia is probably wondering where I am. I actually wonder where she is.”

“Ok, Luna. It was very good to talk to you again. Thank you, by the way, for the comfort. I really needed to get the at off my chest.” Luna smiled to her and hugged her softly.

“Farewell, Twilight. Until we meet again,” Luna said, exiting the library and leaving on the chariot back to Canterlot. Twilight waved good-bye and turned back in. She looked to the repaired wood and sighed.

Everything was pitch black. Chaos stood in the middle of this pitch-black void. He looked around before running, trying to find anything. Chaos paused, a tremor going through his body as a large white explosion went off in his vision in the middle of his sight. It looked like one of Cadence's love explosions had gone off past a clack horizon in the middle of his sight. The white explosion grew in size, approaching him. He blocked his eyes from the intense light with his lion arm. The explosion hit him and he flew back, hitting and rolling across the ground. He blinked his eyes open. White, everything was white. It had a slightly gray hue to it, the kind like if you have a white wall and spray paint into the wind and the paint drifts down ever so small onto the wall. He slowly stood up and looked around. He stood on what looked a white road with a brown hue. He spun around, seeing nothing but the vast white landscape.

“Where the buck am I?” he asked. The sound didn't return. ‘Well at least I’m not contained.’ He warily began walking down the path. It was strange how the road just kept going, zoning out shortly. However, momentarily to him was an hour.

Hours of grieving over her nephew took a blow on Princess Celestia. She had cleaned his corpse and fixed his injuries. She cried heavily as the blood leaked out of him as she washed him, the water tainting red with his blood as it trickled by in the river. She had scrubbed his fur and such, making them clean. She closed up the hole in his chest. She'd laid him on a bed of leaves and grass, putting a small moonflower in his folded claw and paw. His eyes were closed and he looked ready to die. Celestia hadn't washed herself at all. She remained dirty and bloody, deciding to forgo her happiness and constantly remind herself of her actions. Her normally ethereally flowing mane and tail hung limp and flat. She wasn't happy at all. Her hatred had blossomed out of her just as Nightmare moon did with Luna. She looked over the body once more before saying,

“I'm so sorry, nephew. Truly, I am. I was so blinded by hate that I didn't see where or what I was doing.” She turned back and walked to the stream. She had magically reset her ankle, screaming out in pain. It hurt to un-dislocate a joint, but she knew it was broken or cracked. She gingerly clambered into the stream and began to wash herself. It hurt badly, but she could tolerate it. She scrubbed her fur back to white but didn't close up her reddening wounds. She wanted to feel it to remind her. In a few minutes, she was clean. She climbed out with small, light steps, favoring her good from ankle, giving her a limp. She sighed and looked at his body one last time. She let a tear fall before she teleported to her chamber in the castle to weep bitterly.

Chaos was so bored; he couldn't bring about any disorder. No matter what he did or tried, his magic couldn’t be conjured. He looked around and noticed something down the road. It looked like a figure of some sort. It didn't matter what it was, it was something. He ran, trying to get to it. As he came closer, he noticed it was a winged, two legged beast. Its hands looked weird, his talons longer than normal and covered in a tiny layer of what, to Chaos, looked like pale pink fur. There were five talons on each hand, and it was gripping what looked like a curving blade. In the other hand was a piece of metal. The beast had its legs crossed and was sitting over the metal. In front of him was a toolbox of sorts, with the top of the toolbox open, revealing more tools. The beasts wings were huge and gray, tucked against his back. Chaos slowed down to a walk as he got within 20 feet. He could now make out what the beast was working on. It looked like some kind of pendent. It looked like a very slim dragon with arms or legs, going in a circle, trying to eat his tail with something on top of said dragon.

“This is called the called The Crossroads. The dead come here before going to their judgment. It’s good to see you Chaos,” he said, never looking up from the metal. He carved off the metal as though it was butter. He set the tool in his hand down, picking up another one and started carving again.

“I know more than you think. Have a seat if you want to.” Chaos sat down next to him, curling himself into a small tower. He was beginning to get nervous with slight scrape of metal as the only noise. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Yes, you are dead and my name is Death,” Death said, intercepting his question.

“I'm here to meet the dead and send them their way. I really hate it when ponies die before their times, you being one of them,” Death said, slightly disappointed.

“Well I’m here now,” Chaos said with melancholy excitement, throwing his arms up.

“I can tell you're here now. But the question you speak is different.” Death said, working on the pendant. It gained more and more detail as he went. Chaos watched him work.

“I'm an angel of the most high.” Death said softly finally looking up from the pendant and at Chaos. One of his eyes was pure black leaving a very ominous and fearful air, but his other was a golden brown, almost honey in color. The sclera was white and had a black pupil. It was soothing and comforting, promising peace.

“That's interesting to say the least,” Chaos said as Death looked down again. Death simply nodded.

“No, your real name.” Chaos said, really intrigued. Death stopped working and sat in silence. Chaos watched his eyes dart side to side. Chaos sighed and gave up. He put his head in his paw and claw, looking into the whiteness.

“My name used to be Helios,” Death said working again. Chaos nodded and hummed in surprised interest.

“Why do you hate it when ponies die before their time, Helios?” Chaos asked, going back to a previous comment that had been weighing on his mind.

“Because they should have had more time to live. It's nearly impossible to send ponies back once their dead.”

“So than if it’s not impossible can you send me back if it wasn't my time?” He said, thinking of Twilight. Chaos felt a tug at his heart when he said her name.

“I have a question to ask of you. If you could, who would you rather have not exist, Princess Celestia or your mother?” Helios said, etching in small designs on the pendant again. Chaos stopped and thought. He sat there for a while before answering.

“What?” Death said, stopping his carving. He was caught off-guard by the response, almost messing up the pendant.

“Neither, because if my mom never existed, I wouldn't be born. Nightmare Moon wouldn’t have existed too; nothing would be the same and likewise for Celestia. My friends probably wouldn’t exist, I couldn't take it to see Twilight…not being Twilight. So my answer is neither.”

Death looked up at him. His eyes searching over warily. His face looked odd but it was normal as it could be for an angel.

“You know that's the first time somepony's responded like that. Most choose one of them but what you said is interesting. To answer you previous question, yes there is a way back for your case and others like you that answer correctly, and yes you answered correctly, but at a price and a reward.”

“Life and one question answered.” Chaos thought hard before nodding. “It’s a deal Helios.” He simply smiled to him and said,

“Was I the worst thing in my mother’s life?” Chaos asked without having to decide. Death turned to him and took his claw into his hand, the bottom up. He placed the now finished pendant into his hand. He closed the eagle claw around it and looked him in the eyes.

“Thank you Helios.” Chaos said softly, and for the first time he smiled. Then Chaos vanished into the wind, becoming dust. Death picked up another block of metal and started carving again.

Chaos's vision went black again. He could feel something odd, something tugging at his heart again. Suddenly it felt like he was being stretched very thin. He groaned and yelled in pain. Then the pain faded with a slow, muscle throbbing ache, the kind after you overuse muscles. He breathed in and coughed. He rolled to his side, coughing loudly. He looked down to see grass.

Chaos of the Moon

by Chaos of Canterlot

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