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// Chapter one. Silent streets 
// Story: Remote hearts 
// by ConsciousHaze196 
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Sunset woke up early because of a nightmare. She was walking through an even rocky desert, and there were dense purple clouds over it that shot purple lightning balls against the ground with loud sounds. She tried to stand up and felt sick, like ripples were going through all her senses. She never experienced that feeling before, so she assumed it was dangerous and prepared to go and ask for help. When she was opening the door, she heard someone mumbling something while seemingly going to the stairway, but no hoof sounds were heard. She thought it might be her senses, and went through door. The creature that she saw from behind was... a ghost? The ghost was looking like a stallion. She retreated to the room and closed the door... she went to the window.  What she saw made her panic. There were crowds of ghosts outside going up the street, and among them, were ponies standing with their eyes opened, seemingly paralyzed. She ran down the stairs, screaming, going past certain ghosts. Outside, she tried to approach a first pony she saw, and the pony ran away. She went toward the wall, sat and closed her eyes. The situation didn't make sense, and therefore didn't seem to have a solution. She'd wait, at least until the sense came out. But at that, she was gradually becoming angry, at something that might have caused this. Her fear was going away, while this unreasonable feeling of rage was awakening inside her. She wanted so much to just find that source of the problem, no matter where it was, and make it sorry for being there. She opened her eyes.
She was in the air. She fell from the air.
“Ow.”
Then, rage again. She didn't take a look at her new wings, she didn't care they were new. They were wings of her rage. They had all rights to be there now. It was still early morning, somewhat dark. She decided to take off and flew over the town in search of that infernal something. Looking from above the town, she soon found certain of those somethings at Sunset Terrace. A crowd of ghosts around something black. And a purple pony watching over it from a roof. Dismissing a pony, she sped up towards the black thing like it all was a target for the arrow of her anger to hit.
Then she was falling back in pain. The thing had a shield. She recovered before she would fall to the street below, but before she finished the thought about her tactics, the target grabbed her with a telekinetic field and tried to throw her into the wall. And it did, just gently. She fell to the pavement.
The target was now gone, though. Hit by a purple lightning ball.