Embrace Chaos

by thatonecoffeemachine

Rating: teen
Tags: Violence, Princess Celestia, Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death, Alternate Universe, Sad, Romance, Princess Luna, Starswirl the Bearded, Adventure
Length: 5728

Asziel, the son of Adezen, God of Harmony, learns his own destiny the hard way. And that being said, his future slowly unfolds.

Asziel, son of the God of Harmony himself, learns it the hard way that his future may not be so wonderful as his father pictured to him as. With war coming, time will decide the fate of the future, specifically for the young draconequus.

Published 2018-06-24 06:00:06 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-29 13:03:51 UTC

Chapter 1: Why Is The Sky Blue?

"Pappa?" called out a voice of a young boy. Or, to be exact, a young draconequus. The young draconequus was laying against his father, looking up into the sky, on a white cotton candy cloud.

The young draconequus had always knew that he looked odd. Draconequui have bodies that are made up of all kinds of animals. Although the variety of different kinds of body parts were usually matching, for example, both arms are the arms of bears while both legs are the legs of pandas, the young draconequus that was mentioned before was different. He was also considered different by others too.

He had the head of what seems like a horse or pony. He had deer antler on the right side of his head while the other side stood a goat's. He had one long fang sticking out. He had yellow eyes with red irises, but both irises were different sizes. He had a snake tongue. He had the right arm of a lion, the left claw of an eagle, the right leg of a lizard, and the left leg of a goat. He had the right wing of a bat and the left wing of a pegasus. His mane was black and resembled a horse's mane. He also had a dragon-like snake's tail with a white tail tuft. He also had white bushy eyebrows.

The young draconequus was laying against another draconequus, who was much bigger than he was considering he was an adult and had the body of an adult draconequus. This draconequus had the head of a horse, two deer antlers on his head, eyes with red irises (not yellow like the young draconequus's but instead white like normal eyes), two lion arms, two goat legs, a black goatee, black mane that resembles a horse's mane, and a snake tail. He also had black bushy eyebrows, similar to the young draconequus's.

"Hmm?" replied the father, which appears to be the one the young draconequus was laying against. "What is it, kiddo?"

"Why is the sky blue?" asked the young draconequus. "Why can't it be orange? Or green? Or pink?"

The father of the young draconequus chuckled at the silly little question. He always liked the way his son thought of things. "Who says that it can't be those colours?" replied the father. The young draconequus gave a look of confusion. "Wasn't the cloud we are currently laying on a real cloud instead of a sugary cotton candy one before? And actually rained tasteless water raindrops instead of sweet milk?"

"Eww. Water's gross. Milk tastes way better. I can't believe Mr. Order wouldn't listen to you when you pled to change all water sources to milk last week. What's the point of having a 'Suggestion Summit' when our suggestions won't even be granted?" said the young draconequus as he huffed in disappointment.

The father of the young draconequus patted his son's back as he saw the disappointment in his son's eyes. "Don't be sad, boyyo. We could probably find other ways to convince that butthead." The father pulled a piece of cotton candy of the cloud. He offered some to his son. "Want some cloud?"

The young draconequus giggled as he eagerly took the piece of cotton candy cloud. He stuffed some into his mouth. "Maybe we could convince him by telling him all the benefits of milk rain. Liiiiiiike,"

"When it rains and we're thirsty, we could just go under the rain, open my mouth and aaaa....." he opens his mouth and looks up in example "there. A delicious and refreshing beverage. Oh! We could also bathe in milk. Like, while we're bathing and we feel thirsty, we could drink some of the milk too. Or maybe when there's a drought and luckily Mr. Weather says that it's gonna rain that day, there! Milk! I mean, you could just snap drinks up into existence but, like, what if magic stopped working? No luck in getting milk then, wouldn't it?" said the young draconequus, as he rambled on and on of his ideas of the benefits of milk rain. His father just listened along, finding the ideas of his son not ridiculous like how other draconequus might think of it as, maybe a little silly, but overall interesting.

"-and maybe make the milk breathable. Like, maybe when someone falls into it, they won't drown but instead th-"

"Mr Harmony!" called a voice from below their cloud. The call instantly made the young draconequus stop his rambling about breathable milk as the voice sent a chill down both of the draconequi's spine. They knew whose voice that was. And the voice as tone didn't sound pleased at all.

Mr Harmony extruded his neck as he hung his head down and looked down below their cloud to have a view of the displeased Mr Weather. "Ahh.... Why hello there, Mr Weather. We were just talking about you." he said as he hung his neck over the cloud, wearing a smile. Mr Weather gave him a scowl. Mr Harmony dropped his smile as he knew that when Mr Weather was upset, you shouldn't mess with him.

Mr Weather had the head of a horse. He had two goat horns on his head. He had eyes with blue irises. He didn't have any wings of his own. He had white mane. He had cheetah-like arms and cheetah-like legs. To give the final touches, he even had a cheetah tail.

"What is the meaning of this?! Turning my beautiful clouds into this." he said, waving his cheetah paw at the cloud, gesturing to it.

The young draconequus hid behind Mr Harmony, afraid of, as what his father would call him, the 'terrifying grizzly', also known as Mr Weather.

"Why, can't you see? He's trying to find his special talent. I mean, what's a future god without a special talent? Isn't that right, boy?" he asked his son, who was scared but was trying hard to hold his composure.

"....Y-yeah......" was all the boy said. Mr Harmony pulled his son up front a little more, under his head, like the edge of the cloud, which made the young draconequus even more scared. One, because he was in full view of the displeased Mr Weather, and two, because he was afraid of falling. He may have wings but he haven't learned to use them yet.

"Is he even a future god?" asked Mr Weather.

"Why yes! Of course he is! What kind of a question is that?" replied Mr Harmony, sounding offended. "Tell him boy, what do you think you'll be the future god of?" he asked his son. The young draconequus looked up at his father's face. The father smiled an encouraging smile to him. He smiled a little as he had this confidence back.

"Uhhhhh......OH! I WANNA BE THE GOD OF......" he shouted out loud excitedly. Until he remembered that he was talking to Mr Weather. "........milk." he said a little quieter as he gave a nervous little laugh at the end.

The father just nodded his head. "He wants to be the god of milk." he repeated as he held onto his son's shoulder as a sign of a job well done.

Mr. Weather just raised an eyebrow. ".............milk?" he asked again in a tone of disbelief.

"Yes. Milk." repeated Mr Harmony as he started to pick his son up and comb the child's mane with his lion paw. "Now don't tell me he can't be the god of milk. First, you denied his dream of becoming the god of sprinkles. Then, you denied his dream of becoming the god of chocolate. Then after that, you denied his dream of becoming the god of milk. What's next? He can't be the god of cotton candy?" he said as he looked to Mr Weather. Mr Weather was not amused.

"Do I really have to answer that?" he said. "Unless his talent is making milk appear out of nowhere then I don't see why him unable to become a god of that a problem." He then pointed his left cheetah paw towards the cotton candy cloud and started waving his paw in the air. The two draconequui that was lying on it looked at his waving paw in confusion. But before they knew it, they suddenly fell through the cloud that they were laying on.

"AHHHH!" they shrieked as they felt themselves falling.

Mr. Harmony dropped onto the ground on his back, as his son to dropped but luckily landed on his stomach. He groaned in pain. ".....ugggggghhhh" he groaned as he telekinetically carried his son off him, put his son on the ground on his feet beside him, got up, and rubbed his sore back.

His son stood there, recovering from the shock of the sudden fall. Well, he was in shock. "............ THAT WAS FUN! I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN! PAPPA, I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN!" he said as he leaped towards his father's face. His father groaned.

"......no more..... just no more... " said Mr Harmony as he was still continuously rubbing his sore back.

Mr Weather looked at him, sighing. "I can now see the relations between you two. Both childish, but just one of them is an actual grown draconequus." He walked towards Mr Harmony. "Do remember that a day after tomorrow is going to be the night we determine my son's title. We can't have a ritual without the full crew of the council." His tone then became dark. "And if anything happens to or during my the event,." Mr Harmony instantly silenced himself. "......welp! Just hope that everything will in smoothly!" he said as he went beside Mr Harmony and gave his back a hard pat with his cheetah paw.

Mr Harmony winced as he cried in pain. "YEAOW! That hurt, Weatty."

Mr Weather frowned at hearing the nickname. "Mr Harmony. Never call me that again." he said, making his voice deep and threatening sounding. Well, at least he tried. Since Mr Harmony seemed to not take it seriously.

Mr Harmony gave a hearty guffaw. "Weatty, you are too serious! Like, what do them cool kids call them again? Uh... Ah yes! 'Live a little'!" he said as he continued his guffaws. "Never call me that again like-" he mimicked his voice as he then fell on his back and laughed hysterically.

His son too, laying on the grass behind Mr Harmony, snickered. Mr Weather was not amused at all.

"Humpf." he said as he started to walk away, grumbling. "The nerve of him." he mumbled under his breath. He then suddenly remembered something and stopped. He turned his head back towards the two draconequui. "Oh,
I almost forgot! A little reminder from the others in the council. During the ritual, do keep your son out of trouble. That chaotic troublemaker, he is." he said as he started to continue to walk away.

Mr Harmony turned to his son, who appeared to be waving his hands in the air, trying to summon some cotton candy, not noticing his father looking. The moment he noticed, he grumbled. "Pappa, I'm hungry."

Mr Harmony sighed. "You're not gonna cause any trouble that night, right?" he asked. His son looked up as he thought.

"Uhhh....... What kind of trouble?" he asked. Mr Harmony sighed again.

"The kind of trouble in which trouble troubles others. You get me, boy?"

"Uh.... no?"

"Neither do I, really." he shrugged. "But listen, boyyo. Please behave during the coronation. Pappa wants you to sit where I tell you to sit later and only sit there, okay? Even if I tell you to sit next to Mr Weather, even if it suddenly rains on that spot and it gets wet there and forms a fun muddy puddle, even if Daya tries to touch you," he stopped as he shivered at the thought. "Wait, okay. You can only move out of your sit if Daya tries to touch you."

"She already touched me this morning." said the young draconequus as he shivered as well. He then perked up. "You said that I could move only when she touched me. She touched me this morning."

"That doesn't count, kiddo." he said. The young draconequus huffed.

"But it's gonna be so boooring sitting there for...... how long is the coronation?"

"Few hours." replied his father.

"Few hours!?...... how long is a few hours?" asked the young draconequus. His father sighed as he picked the young draconequus up and brought him up to meet eye-to-eye .

"Now there, boyyo. Promise me you'll be a good sport and sit still and quietly while your old man does his duty, alright?"

The young draconequus laughed a little. "Hehe. Duty."

"Now I'm serious here, kiddo. You can't be goofin' around. You gotta behave."

"Yea, yea. I know." sighed the young draconequus. His father chuckled.

"Cheer up, buddy. Look, let's make a deal. If you can behave the whole night during the coronation, I'll plan a whole day of fun the next day, how bout that?"

The young draconequus thought for a while, contemplating whether or not this was a good deal to be made. "Hmm...... the whole day?"

"Every last millisecond." confirmed Mr Harmony. The young draconequus contemplated again, before deciding his answer.

"......shake on it." said the young draconequus as he stuck his talon out. His father chuckled as he in return shook his talon.

"Great! Now that that's settled..." said Mr Harmony as he snapped his paw and a plate of two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with two tall glasses of milk appeared. "Let's have a bit of lunch. You did say you were hungry, did you?"

The young draconequus nodded eagerly as he took a sandwich. Mr Harmony took one too. The young draconequus took a bite out of it. Mr Harmony, instead of taking a bite, put the whole thing in his mouth and swallowed it whole.

The young draconequus gazed in wonder at his father's trick. He then looked at his sandwich, and proceeded to do the same. Well, he tried to at least.

He put it in his mouth and swallowed, but ended up coughing and choking. His father noticed and quickly rushed to his side, patting his back.

After a few seconds, he finally managed to choke it out. He spat the sandwich out, making it hit the ground, covered in saliva. The young draconequus finally took in deep breaths, his eyes watery.

"Are you okay, Asziel?" he said as he patted his back gently. He passed him his glass of milk. "Drink this." Asziel grabbed it and began to chug it all down. "Slow down, kiddo. Jeez, your mother was right when she said that I was a bad influence on you." he said as he watched his son chug the glass of milk down, some even managed to spill on himself.

When he finished, he dropped the glass and breathed heavily. "Are you okay, kiddo? Do you need a break? Do you need to lie down?" He then gazed at his son's spat out sandwich on the ground. ".......do you need another sandwich?"

Asziel slowly controlled his breathing, wiped his eyes, and looked at his father. "......... I've lost my appetite."

Author's Note

So, uh, yea. I got this idea to write a backstory for Discord and, this came out and, yea. I read alot of fics about Discord's past and backstory and it all started with either three choices. Discord raised by a single mother, Discord raised by both parents or Discord raised with Celestia and Luna. Wait, scratch that. Four choices. Discord raising himself. Or maybe I just haven't read enough.

Because of that, I thought 'Hey, maybe I should write a fic with Discord being raised by a single father instead' and so I did that. And yea, I don't really think the full product was that good nor was it bad. And I've been writing alot of Discord fics. It's not an addiction but an issue that I am trying to solve, so don't judge please. It's hard trying to control my Discord and Chipotle addicti- I mean, issue. And yes, Chipotle.

Chapter 2: My Daddy's Task

"Mr Harmony? Oh Mr Harmony?" called a female's voice from outside of Mr Harmony's house.

The house was covered in all kinds of colours. Blue, pink, green, you name it. Those colours splatted on the walls of the outside of the house. The house was also of a bizarre shape.

A cheerful voice answered from inside the house. "Who is it~" it said as the door opened. "Why hello, Pennie. How are you this lovely day? A lovely lady like you shouldn't be out on such a hot day like this." said Mr Harmony.

Pennie had the half top part of a pony's body and the half bottom part of a snake's body, along with the tail of a rattlesnake, her scales red with a hint of black. She had the head of a pony, her mane pink with two lion paws. She slithers around instead of walking. She was the daughter of Mr Endersen.

Pennie was flustered.

"Oh, Mr Harmony. You flatter me. Anyway, I was just checking in to ask if you gave the tasks that Hemphis had listed out yesterday to the others of the council. Daddy said that he haven't received his task yet." said Mrs. Endersen. Adezen immediately tensed up.

"Uhhhh...." he thought of something to say. He can't say that he forgot about them, he already has a record of messing things up or just forgetting about them. "Uhhhhh..... yea. Y-yea. Yea. I already passed them out. And, oh no," he said in fake shock. "I forgot to give your dad his task? I'm such a clutz." he said as he facepalmed.

"Oh, that's okay. Well, I guess now I just need to know what his task is then." she said.

Adezen chuckled nervously. "O-okay. Just um....just wait a minute!" he said as he slammed his door shut and rushed to his office to retrieve the list that Hemphis had given him yesterday. He quickly went to his drawers to look for it. "Where is it? Where is it? Where is-"

"What you lookin for pap?" asked Asziel.

"Just lookin' for my ticket to 'survive this mess' town. Agh, where is it?!" he said, frustrated while digging through his drawers and tossing things here amd there, making paper fly everywhere and messing his office up in the making.

"Who was at the door?" asked Asziel again.

His father sighed in annoyance. "Look, I don't know. Uh, Aunty Pennie- look, just run along now. I'm trying to find the list." he said.

"Run off to where?" he asked again.

He then grumbled in annoyance as he stopped his search expedition. "Agh, I don't know. Play outside or something or- talk to Pennie! Yes, r-run along now." he said as he carried his son, put him out of his office, and closed the door.

Asziel looked at the door and sighed. "....meanie." he mumbled as he walked towards the front door to talk to Pennie and maybe play outside.

He walked towards the door and opened it. Behind the door stood Pennie. Pennie looked up, expecting for Mr Harmony to show up, but was confused. She then looked down and finally noticed him.

"Oh. Hey there, Asziel. What's taking your daddy so long?" asked Pennie as she rubbed the side of his head. She giggled as he began to rub his back against her paw back. She took note of it as she took her paw back.

"H-huh?" mumbled Asziel as he realised that the head rub was over.

"Where's your daddy?" asked Pennie again, giving him a sweet smile.

"Oh. Daddy is messing up his office by making paper fly everywhere." he replied.

Pennie tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Want to come inside and see?" he asked her as she then nodded.

Mr Harmony was still digging through his office. His office was now a complete mess.

"Where is it? Where is it? WHERE IS THE DAMN LIST?!" he shouted in frustration. Until something shiny caught his eye.

He looked down at the shiny thing that had attracted his view on his table. It looked like a piece of rolled shiny paper squashed underneath a book. "Is that..." he then lifted the book up and took the paper. He tossed the book aside, unrolled the paper. "I found it!"

Hemphis purposely made the paper shiny in case something like this did happen.

He then quickly ran towards his office door. "I found it! I found it! I found-" he was then, face first, slammed by the door as it flung open.

"Heyyy pappa!" exclaimed Asziel as he looked around, only to find no sign of his father. "......pappa?"

Pennie too looked around, only to hear a faint groan coming from behind the door. ".......Mr Harmony?" she said as she pushed the door a little, and her suspicions were comfirmed as she saw him behind there, slammed onto the wall.

"Ughhhh......" he groaned. Pennie covered her mouth in shock.

Asziel looked at his father, bewildered of his pain, and smiled widely. "Oh. There you are, pappa! I was just showing Pennie what you did to your office."

Mr Harmony was now laying on a couch in her living room, with a bag of ice on his head. "Are you okay, Mr Harmony? We're really sorry."

Mr Harmony sighed. "It's okay, Pennie. I know you two didn't mean it."

"What do you mean by 'we two'?" asked Asziel as he smirked, the smirk going unnoticed by Pennie.

Pennie looked at the list on the coffee table that was in front of the couch. "So these are the tasks?" she asked.

"Yep." was all that he said.

Pennie looked at the list. The list was listed with tasks and chores. "So which one is my daddy's task?" she asked.

He sat up, holding onto his ice bag with one paw while the other one grabbing the list and looking through it. "Mmm........ he should gather the plants and flowers needed for the ritual. He's good at that kind of stuff, so yea." he then snapped his paw and made a list with names of plants and flowers on it. "These are the flowers and plants that he needs to find. Give this to him and my heartfelt apology for forgetting- I mean, the late arrival of the knowing of his task." he said. "You should be going now. Don't want others thinking that you were at the cuckoo's house, would you?"

Pennie smiled. "I don't think of your family that way, Mr Harmony. Although it's a little...... how should I put this.... crazy? Sorry of that sounded rude but, even so, you and your son are good people. Don't make others make you feel otherwise" she said as she walked towards the front door. "But, are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Like I said, I'll be fine. Go home and give your father the letter." he said as he gave her a warm smile.

Pennie looked a bit hesitant at first, knowing that she had really injured him, but nodded anyways as she opened the door and went out.

Mr Harmony chuckled. "She's nice. Unlike somebody...." he said as he glared at his son.

"Come on Pap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." he said as he jumped onto the couch and rubbed himself against his father. "Pappaaaa...."

Mr Harmony resisted the urge to give in. "No. Stop it."

Asziel stopped. But then faced him, laying beside him. They stared into each other's eyes before Asziel gave him the thing that he dreaded the most, puppy eyes.

Instantly, Mr Harmony tensed up. But he still fought the urge to give in. "N-no! Stop! Gah!" he shrieked as his son started nuzzling his neck.

"Pappa...." he said. He then stared into his eyes once more. He then started to rub his cheek against his father's.

"Hmnn....." his father groaned. He tried, oh how he tried to fight it. But it was too much as he gave in and pulled his son in for a hug, causing his son to shriek in laughter.

"Fine. You win. You cheater."

"Since when do I cheat?"

"Ever since you started cheating." he said as they both cuddled and fell asleep.

Author's Note

Hissssssss.......
This is snek.

Chapter 3: The Butterfly

"Ok....." said Mr Harmony as he looked through the task list. Asziel was beside him, walking and prancing along. They were walking through town, hoping to bump into any of the council members or others who are part of the event. "...mhmm......we should....we should........ go see the planners first. Without them, it wouldn't be a ceremony, huh?" he said to himself as he looked around.

"I'm bored, pap." whined Asziel. Mr Harmony sighed. His son was always a handful.

"Look bud, I'm sure you are. But your old man really needs to finish giving out these before Weatty decides to turn me into a chandelier." he said as he looked into the list.

They walked their way towards town hall, where the ceremony would be held at. A few draconequui could be seen walking about, talking and planning for said event. It was when one of them saw the pair walking towards them, she huffed.

"Finally, you're late as always, Adezen." said the raspy sounding female. She had purple messy hair, with a long pink serpent body. Her tail was of an alligator, with a pink tuft at the end of it. She had a pair of bear arms and bear legs. Her eyes were crystal blue, the eyes that pierced through Adezen as he gulped.

"W-well, ya know, I..."

"Forgot? Goodness Adezen, I used to wonder if you have short term memory loss or something." she said as she pulled the task list out of his paw.

"Hey!" he yelled, but was ignored when she turned as waved her tail tuft in his face.

"Can't believe you managed to be a god either." she mumbled under her breath as she walked towards her crew that were chilling by a table, chit chatting.

He grumbled. "This is why I think of women as a nuisance, m'boi."

Asziel gazed up at his father. "What about Penny?"

"....she's an exception. I'm talking about women. She's still in her teens."

"And when she grows up, would you hate her then?" asked Asziel as he tilted his head.

"Son, I never said I hated women. Just thought they were no good for our society in this generation, that's all."

Adezen flinched as he was hit on the head with something. "You take that back. We do more than you men do in an hour. And that's nothing." said the female draconequus with the list in her paw, holding it like a baton.

"Uh....hehe...." he chuckled as she threw the list into his arms.

"Phew... Now, only a few more hours to spare before we head back. You wanna stop by the bakery for a while, kiddo?" asked Adezen as he looked beside him, only to see nothing.

"..Asziel?"

"Prettyyyy~" cooed Asziel as he stared at a butterfly, half trying to catch it.

The butterfly had white wings, and some kind of blue mist generated from each flap, which amazed the child and sparked his curiousity. Many kids would be unsure what to do when seeing something like that. But not him, as he would rather chase it.

How much time has past, he didn't know. But he happily giggled as he chased the butterfly around, along the roads and by the shops. He would dig his way through a crowd if needed, making the other draconequui agitated as they walked, mumbling about how wreckless the child was, not caring to find out who's child it was.

The butterfly, was of course, flapping its wings hard as it tried to escape getting trapped in the boy's grasp.

Asziel ran with such might he felt as if he could fly. Having a pair of different kinds of wings certainly made that challenging. He knew that other children his age could fly quite well, even participating to volunteer weather works with Mr Weather.

"I'm gonna get you, butterfly!"

Being as wreckless as he is, his father was hesitant to send him to school with the other children. His son was the epidemic of a mess. Not just for his looks but for his personality. Although that may be the case, Adezen embraced it.

Asziel was homeschool of course. And his father had a fun way in teaching him animals. It took him a while to learn how to differentiate a bird and a butterfly.

But Asziel's fun was over as he saw the butterfly enter the sheer dark bonds of the forest, which was forbidden to enter.

There were signs hung up all over the entrance to the forest, warnings about entering the forest and that anything that happens, the council would not be accountable for.

This also meant that he was near the gates of the land. The forbidden gates which opens to the exit of said home.

There were legends that said an army of their kind had exited the doors in search of adventure, like the loonies they are, and never returned.

Legends also stated that horrifying, deadly creatures roam in the outside world. And that they would kill anything in their path. One of those creatures were named 'ponies', something the leaders of his land hated to talk about.

Asziel never knew what they were, anyway. Although it was tempting, he didn't want to upset anyone, seeing as how giddy his father gets when the name of the creature gets mentioned.

Although, he was curious as to know how they looked like. Was it big? Sharp teeth? Beady eyes that could pierce through your soul?

His thoughts were interrupted as something landed on his face. The butterfly.

Asziel smirked. "I let you roam and you choose to stay. Picking a fight, eh?" he asked the butterfly as he put his talon next to it.

Understanding the sign, the butterfly flew onto his talon. This way, Asziel was able to gaze at the beauty of the insect.

"You're really pretty...." he whispered at the butterfly. Before he could continue, they heard a loud crash from the forest. He gasped, startling the butterfly as it flew into the forest. "No! Wait!"

Without thinking, he chased the butterfly into the forest, following the blue mist trail that was left by it.

"Weatty! Weatty!" yelled Adezen as he ran across the road, clumsily tripping along the way.

He ran into town hall. It being renovated for tomorrow's event, so all the council members were told to gather here this day.

They were all grumbling, complaining on how Adezen would be late. Mr Weather grumbled as he stomped his paw, digging it into the ground. "Where is that no good piece of-"

"Weatty!" he exclaimed as he fell onto the ground, while breathing heavily.

"Finally, you're here. Now we can-"

"No, you don't understand!" interrupted Adezen as he pulled Mr Weather's face. "Asziel has gone missing! I need help finding him!"

"Missing?" asked Mr Weather. He sighed. "Well go look for him then, we'll just start this meeting without you."

"William, please!" pleaded Adezen. "I've looked everywhere! Every inch of this town! I need your help, please!" he said as he fell towards William's feet and started to bow, pleading.

William, however, merely sighed. "Adezen, this is an important meeting. I can't help you, I'm afraid. Either you join us with this meeting or you go find your son. We could look for him after the meeting, if that satisfies you."

Adezen looked at William with the look of dissapointment. "....I'll just go look for him myself."

"Butterfly? Oh, butterfly?" called Asziel as he looked around. He had lost track of the butterfly as he tripped over a branch. "Butterfly-"

His stomach grumbled. He realised, he hadn't eaten breakfast or anything today. He felt tired but at the same time he wanted to continue his endeavors. But as he looked around...

It seemed as if he had lost track of his surroundings too. He doesn't remember his way back. He gulped. "...uh oh."

He backed up as he realised how dark it actually was. He could've sworn that it was still sunny, but the forest had made the atmosphere so gloomy.

He backed up into a tree. He felt scared. He didn't know where to go or what to do.

He regretted running into the forest. He regretted chasing the butterfly. He regretted leaving his.....

"Pappa....." he whispered. He trembled. He missed him already.

He gasped as he was startled by the sound of loud screeching noice. A bird? He knew it was the sound of some kind of bird, but either way it terrified him.

He sat, back pinned against a tree. He closed his eyes. He felt afraid.

Suddenly, he heard something. And again. His heart rate increased. His palms were sweaty. It wasn't the sound of an animal. It wasn't the sound of branches or twigs breaking and snapping. It sounded more like...whispers. But a short and quiet one. Eerie and soft.

He slowly opened his eyes. And saw what had enfolded in front of him.

A row of blue small flames. More like smokes to be exact. It looked as if it leads to somewhere....

Asziel exhaled. He can do this. He slowly slipped himself off of the tree and still on four legs, walk towards the row of smoke.

The small smokes........ looked like small creatures. Asziel, curious, tried to touch one of them, but was taken aback as it dissappeared, leaving a small whisper from his touch.

He then looked at the wisps as his eyes trailed the row. It leads to somewhere, he knew it did. So, with enough courage he started walking and following the trail of blue smokes, watching them evaporate into thin air at every step.

Author's Note

Woo. I bored so I make this. Woo. I need coffee. Cause wooOOOOO.

Chapter 4: It Ate My Branch

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Chapter 5: Laughter Soothes

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