There were no records. There was nopony left to say. There was no way to tell how long it had been since Chaos had taken the throne.

The sun set by His whim. The moon rose at His leisure. The earth itself could upturn in a second and transform into a swarm of bees; only if the bees weren't made of chocolate or the ground hadn't been upside down in the first place.

It could always be worse. The bees could explode, and sometimes they did.

That was only the world outside, though. That was only what lay outside of the safe, quiet forest where they lived.

But why would Celestia and Luna know about any of that, when their parents wouldn't ever let them leave?

Yeah, I dunno really where this one came from. I was just taking notes on some various pony things and some not-so-various story things, and I just kinda... got struck by some of the ideas I was having.

So, I put fingers to keyboard, and what you're about to read is what came out.

So, um... enjoy? I kinda like it, and I kinda want to make it a long-term thing. Hopefully I won't lose passion and abandon it like the others hahahahahahahahahaha

This story's more about the time period rather than the big bad chaos Himself, so, there's the premise. You're probably also gonna see my bent towards Luna, which I can't really help. Stick with me?

Warnings are redundant for now, but probably won't be someday. Tagged for safety, I guess. is that wrong i'm sorry

I stole the cover image from a guy named dimfann, I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy