Order Within Chaos

“I want all guards to search for Order! He is armed and very dangerous, and we want him alive! Do not fight him alone, and if you catch him while you are alone, run away! You are equipped with the purest gold armor and weaponry so you should be exempt from his magical grasp! Unfortunately, he has a weapon that can pierce metal, as it is made out of metal! Go, find him and bring him back to the dungeons!” Shining armor called out to the thousands of advancing guard, as per Celestia’s orders.

Twilight was in the hospital attempting to clean the chef’s bloodstream free of lead. The lead particles were far too small to catch with magic, and they had not developed the tools or medicine necessary to free the bloodstream of a metal poison. As nobody had ever tried to do this to anybody in the history of Equestria. Sure, ponies wanted control, but they never sought to actively attempt to kill anybody.

The chef was bandaged and placed on a ventilator, his blood was being pumped through a filter that was lacking in technology to filter all of the lead out, but it had sufficed thus far. The pony was in a coma as of now, and had been dangerously close to dead before the ponies could figure out what had just happened. The rest of the mane six were back in ponyville, as Twilight had teleported them right away in fear of them being harmed. A rightly justified action on her part, and she would later be commended as such.

Of course, the ponies who were teleported quickly spoke to the rest of the townsponies about how the being known as Order had nearly taken the life of an innocent pony. Fear quickly spread through the town, a similar thing was occurring in Canterlot as ponies stayed inside their homes whilst the guardsponies ran to and fro searching for the one known as Order. Guards knocked on doors to check the houses, but ponies did not answer. They wouldn’t want to be killed by the human after all.

Fear was such a powerful thing. Possibly the most powerful emotion that takes hold of someone. It causes them to do irrational things. Examples could entail crying in a corner while screaming at the voices to go away, or screaming at a shadow to go away, or screaming at your husband to leave the potted plant alone. You may ask, “But mister narrator! Why would someone yell at a potted plant?” Drugs I tell you. It’s all drugs.

Order had fled the city and had escaped to the train stationed in Canterlot. The conductor tipped his hat to the man as he sat down. “You’re in luck Order, nobody else is here. They’re all in their homes after you shot that chef. I wonder what he was serving, oh well. You cannot go back to the human world right now… Something odd is happening there, it would be best for you to stay here. As such, I can give you a ride to Appleloosa, a backwater town.”

Order grunted in acknowledgement and sat down in the first class seat. The train was a beautiful comfort, if a little small for his tastes at the moment. He pulled out the Luger had had concealed and ejected the clip. He loaded a bullet into the clip to keep it full and slipped it back into the Luger without cocking it. The conductor sighed and shook his head before moving to the engine, where he would sit down and start up the train. The train pulled away with a whistle of the engine; just before the guards rushed to the station.

Two guards rushed to the station where the train was pulling away, short of breath. “Do.. You think… He… Was on the train…?” The guards panted and chuckled.

“Maybe… Should we tell… The princess?” The guard huffed and sat down chuckling as well.

“No… The conductor wouldn’t have started the train… Though he does have a record of escaping jails…” The guard mused over the thoughts.

“Eh, he could be in the city. Let’s keep looking.” The guard looked to the other.

“Agreed.”

So the two guards ran back into the city and kept searching along with their colleagues. A disappointing search as they would say later, because Order was on the train they had just passed by; a train that was going to Appleloosa, a place where nobody would ever expect him to be at; nobody apart from the conductor of course, but he could not be caught, and the reason is secret to all apart from Order and the conductor himself. Both were good friends and had been together for some time, Order had lost count a while ago.

“You know.” The conductor started. “Why do you want to bring your brother back to your side? It doesn’t seem to make sense.” He adjusted his hat.

Order chuckled. Without order, imagination is merely a mess of thoughts. Unable to get into any form, unable to even be created. Without chaos, imagination is merely a mental checklist, similar to a shopping list, but one without anything new or fresh. Merely motions that will be repeated thousands of times in the future. Merely gears in a clock. Inspiration is also a combination of Order and chaos. One that is a breath of fresh air. Inspiration is the wind that cleans up the mess of chaos. Inspiration is the breath that cleans away the dust of order. Without Imagination and inspiration, with chaos restrained, the races on the Ponies' world are doomed to be merely clockwork creatures that barely qualify as living beings, if there is a sheer overabundance of order.”

Order clapped his hands together as the conductor sucked air in between his teeth. “I see now. Well, good luck with that! Off to Appleloosa for you!” The train had just pulled into the station as Order finished his speech. The train could go abnormally fast when nobody but the Conductor was on board, save for Order himself, and a few other beings. Beings that were ethereal in nature and could not be described in words. Beings that could only speak on the Astral Plane.

“Hm, alright then my friend. I will see you another time. Hopefully alive, which is the probable outcome. To kill me would be the worst possible thing to do, although knowing the ponies, they would likely encase me in stone if they could.” Order waved to the conductor as he stepped off the train.

The conductor waved back and started the train up again. “What an interesting man…” The train whistled and started to chug. Ponies were furious that they could not get on, but the train was not meant for stopping at Appleloosa in the first place. The train pulled away from the station and moved swiftly across the tracks towards Ponyville, a town that was currently in a state of panic.

“Well… I oughta find someplace to rest, and hope that the guards don’t reach here before I can hide.” Order laughed out loud. “Who am I kidding? I can wipe them out if I chose to, but It would do no good. Life is the greatest gift here, and Is not a curse.” The corners of his mouth twitched. “Then again. I will have to do such atrocities if I am to maintain order in a land with no chaos. Or is it the other way around?”

Order sighed and dunked behind the Appleloosa tavern, a large shanty building made out of the finest planks from the dumpster it seemed.

Order decided that now would be the time to hide himself from the local populace, so he took off into the desert, choosing a random direction to go forth into. “A risky… Manuever… But it shall suffice.”

“At least I hope that it will suffice…”