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// 0 Prologue 
// Story: Little Dissy 
// by Lord King Cocoon 
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	You’re currently trying to finish your homework. But you’re having trouble with one of the questions. History was never you’ve best subject. You’re not failing the subject by any means. But a C- average wasn’t something to be proud of. And then there were questions like this one.
“Mom, can you help me with a question?!” you call from your room.
“I’ll be right up!” your mother calls from downstairs. A few moments later, she arrives in your room, “What question did you need help with?”
“The question is ‘What is the name of the tyrant who ruled Equestria before princess Celestia and princess Luna rose to power?’.” you say, reading the question directly. Your mother laughs knowingly. You know that she thinks you should know the answer. And you have the bothersome feeling you know she’s right.
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK… 
Your mother turns to call down the stairs, “Zephyr, would you get that please?”
“Yeah, whatever…” uncle Zeph replies. Uncle Zeph could be lazy at times. But you love when he comes to visit. This time though, he was staying because his house was being rendervated…whatever that means.
“Perhaps it’s good that you don’t think of him this way, since he’s no longer a tyrant,” mother says, “But you do know him personally.”
It takes you a few moments to get what she meant, “Is it Discord?”
“I’ll help you get answers. However, I won’t tell you if you’re right,” mother says. You sigh and right down the answer you think it is, “Thanks mom!” you exclaim. You know she’s not your biological mother. But she adopted you at a young age. You remember when she adopted you. But you don’t remember your biological parents. But to you, Fluttershy is your mother. She did have her own foal soon after she adopted you though. You’ve never known who the father was. For all you know, it might as well be Discord. You’re little sister is different enough.
KNOCK… KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK… KNOCK…… KNOCK… KNOCK…
This knock seems to get mother’s attention as she runs back out to answer the door, “We don’t want any!” uncle Zeph shouts.
“Zephyr, don’t be rude! That’s an old…friend…of mine,” you hear mother say. You don’t remember any of her friends ever using a knock like that. But you ignore it for now.
Two more questions and you’re done with your homework. ‘Who is the tyrant who, rather than lose his empire, chose to make it completely disappear before he was defeated?’ Spike talks about this so much, you’d know this answer like the back of your hoof. ‘King Sombra’ you write as the answer.
“Hey, mom, who’s at the door?” you call out in curiosity. But you don’t get an answer. Perhaps she didn't hear you.
Last question. ‘What family founded Ponyville?’ Another easy one. ‘The Rich family’.
Now finished with your homework, you put your books away in your saddlebag so that they’re ready to take to school in the morning. You then head down the hall and look in your little sister’s room to see the gray pegasus who was listening to music. You start listening to Echo as she starts singing along with the song… 
“~They remind me…of me and you. What did you do? What did I do?~”
You wouldn’t be surprised if your sister’s special talent is singing. She does have an advantage when it comes to hearing ability. But being blind can do that to somepony. Remove one sense, and the others are enhanced to compensate.
You walk to the top the stairs to see who was at the door. That’s when you hear uncle Zeph, “Is that Dissy? He’s cute as a child,” uncle Zeph said. You think to yourself that maybe they were showing pictures of Discord as a kid.
“Mom, what’s going on down here?” you ask as you head down the stairs. There was princess Twilight, and another pony, a unicorn. And you saw mother holding up a child version of Discord. You smile mischievously, “Is that you, Dissy? You look so cute as a kid!” Your smile widens as you see the look of displeasure on little Dissy’s face.
“Anon, this is Gene,” mother says, introducing you to the unicorn, “Soon after you left to become a member of the royal guard, I found Gene as an orphan. So I took her in.”
“Hey…” you lazily say to Anon. He returns a look as if something’s not right. Then it occurred to you that that was a lazy thing to say. Maybe uncle Zeph is rubbing off on you.
“But…that’s not the only reason I wanted to talk to you,” mother says to Anon in a tone of voice that you recognize as her feeling uncomfortable. Mother then walks over the the stairs and calls up, “Echo, can you come down here?” This starts to make you feel on edge. Mother didn’t even say please!
“Coming,” you hear Echo call down. After words, you watch as Echo appears and slowly makes her way down the stairs, feeling each stair as she walks down them. You suddenly see Echo miss a step and was about to fall. You tense your hind legs, ready to sprint and catch your little sister. The cut under her eye from last time wasn’t healed yet and it was best if it doesn’t get worse. But before you could release the coiled energy in your legs, you saw Echo enveloped in a magical aura, catching her. You see that it was Anon who did this. You close your eyes and sigh a breath of relief, as well as releasing the adrenaline that built up.
Mother then went up to Echo to carry her the rest of the way. She takes her over to Anon, who looks her over. He no doubt has already noticed the eyes and ears.
“Anon, you know that night a few days before you left?” Mother asked Anon. You wonder what that means, but Anon seems to know, “Well, when I found Gene, what I didn’t know was that I was pregnant. Anon, Echo is your daughter.”
You notice Anon’s reaction…fainting. You don’t faint. But you are frozen in shock. Echo got up and went over to Anon to try to wake him up. You see the realization in your sister’s face as she got to meet her father. You however feel kind of jealous, since you don’t know either of your biological parents. You wouldn’t change Fluttershy as being your mother. But you’d also like to have a father…and not somepony who’s a lazy uncle…or a several thousand year old lord of chaos who, contrary to his age, is more immature than you are.
Then again, you think to yourself that now Dissy’s physical age matches his maturity level.