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PraetoriaOne night, I come home to find my brother crying.
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“Why are you crying?” I demand, aghast. “Is something wrong?”
He doesn’t look at me, just smiles and shakes his head. “No, nothing’s wrong.” But the tears keep coming and I’m only five years old, so it confuses me.
“Are you sad?” I ask, a little naively, perhaps.
That elicits a shaky laugh, but there is no humor in his eyes. I’ve always thought my brother has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, colored as if by ghosts, and it troubles me now that they are clouded with an ugly, strange shade of sorrow.
But he just smiles and says, “Sometimes, we cry when we are happy, Micah,” and hugs me. We spend the rest of the night practicing swordfighting and he tucks me in to sleep with a wish for sweet dreams, and he distracts me so well that I never remember he doesn’t answer my question.
One day, I come home to find my brother crying.
Chaos Origin Chapter 18Manipulation and Deceit
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Discord and Celestia appeared inside a dark space of nothingness.
The ground was cold, bare rocks and stones, seemingly endless, yet limited to a small space. The atmosphere around them was dark, yet everything around her was perfectly visible. There was nothing to be seen, yet Celestia had a feeling that anything could emerge from the ground or thin air if a native of such a land wished so. If there were such a thing as inhabitants in that land. Which, obviously, there seemed to be, even though it seemed absolutely and frighteningly deserted.
The place defied the laws of logic in a way that made Celestia confused if she even tried to think about it. Everything about the empty, endless place confused her. Discord seemed completely at ease with the senseless place, however. He seemed right at home, if only a bit reluctant to be there.
He landed on the ground without minding the cold feeling of it. He gently set Celestia down on her hooves.