Freedom Incarnate, or the Redemption of Chaos

by Spirit Wind


A Quick Explanation

Maybe I should’ve mentioned how my chaos powers worked before I jumped into this. Anyway, if you think of your body as a black void, usually nothing is in this void, unless you can perform a type of magic. I don’t know how it looks to unicorns, but my chaos magic looks kinda like a spitball shot into space. Tiny streams of chaos energy spreads out from this wobbly core, when performing some sort of chaotic act, I pull on those streams and force them out into whatever I want.

The more power required for any act, the more strings I have to pull, my only problem is that, when I pull the strings out, they disappear. If I wait long enough, usually a day, the core spits out more streams for me to use. As long as I didn’t mess with the core, I would be able to use chaos magic until the day I died. Then again, if I used my chaos magic well enough, I’d be able to live for a long time, if not forever.

More to the point, if I did mess with the core, by trying to tug on the core itself, I would be able to perform feats of chaos that would impress Discord himself! Of course, Discord would be able to easily do what I did, since all I had was a fragment of his power. If I knew the power that I could use just by tugging on the core, why wouldn’t I use it? Because, each time I would pull on the core, it would become smaller and smaller, too many pulls and I would lose my chaos magic completely. Any other consequences were unknown to me. So my choices were: Long time minor chaos, or short term major chaos.

Now that you know how chaos magic looks and works a bit, I can tell you the tragedy that happened next.

By the time I quit running, I realized that I was on the path to Manehattan. Knowing my destination, and knowing Screwball was still being dragged along, I pulled threads to warp the two of us to Manehattan. In an instant, we arrived.

“Ok Screwball, sit back and watch REAL complete anarchy unfold.” I told her, sounding confident. My insides were squirming though, with no idea what I was about to do. All Screwball did was nod. I reached inside myself, to that chaos core, and pulled. I only learned about what happened next after Screwball explained it to me after this story was complete, she had refused to talk about it for days.