Author's Note

Were Back... been three months and i think i just needed a break. I still have many stories to tell, and many stories i wish to finish, figured this one is next. but dont expect any thing to be on a shcedural, i doubt the next chapter will be out any time before the end of the month.

CHAPTER 11 Family Reunion

Chapter 11 Family Reunion

“Ever since then, our mission has been to stop the apocalypse from coming,” Junior told the room. “We traveled back in time to find the only person who has the ability to do just that. You sent us to the first night you met your friends because one of them actually got close enough to know who he is. The chaos king is the only one who has the power to stop the apocalypse. We're also here to stop you from taking the chimera cure, because if you do, you won't be able to fight off what's coming.”

Twilight stood in shock at this information; she couldn't believe her ears, despite going toe to toe with Chrysalis just hours ago.

“Okay, let's just say for a second here that you're not crazy. And by the way, you sound pretty crazy,” Dash snorted. “When does the apocalypse actually start?” She asked with a smug face, not believing a word of the twins.

Melody groaned at her question but answered with, “When we're seven. Right now, I assume we aren't born yet, but we're just infants. We have seven years before Chrysalis makes her first move.”

“You're wrong about that,” Twilight smiled, with heavy eyes. “Chrysalis attacked me, and if it wasn't for Luna,” she turned to the purple chimera, “I'm afraid that—ahhhhhhhhh!!!” She screamed in pain as she clutched her stomach and fell to the floor.

“Twilight!” shouted Spike, who tried to come to her aid, but with a single hoof, she pushed him away. “I don't get it,” she groaned in pain as she flung her head in the air. “Why, how are you!!!” she growled at Luna, with her mouth salivating.

At that moment, a cold laughter filled the air, making everyone's spine go cold. It came suddenly, only to dissipate. The twins dashed their eyes to the dark hallway behind their aunt. Twilight's eyes flew wide as she shivered, only to let out a cry, as she collapsed to her knees. She struggled to stay up even on them, but even with that she turned her face to see a dark and ominous figure in the background. Its eyes glowed with a sinister appearance, as it seemed to sway from side to side. “My, my dear sister, and here I thought your friends told you I was alive,” the creature's voice soothed, brimming with amusement.

“How much did you hear?” asked Junior, barely audible.

“Oh, something about Chrysalis, and how you're time travelers,” he snickered, just before his eyes locked onto Luna's, who instantly took a step back. But it was too late. He saw her, and now was determined to end her life. She could tell in his eyes that he meant it, too. In seconds, the creature lunged at Luna, who could only flee from the scene. Finally drawn to the light, his features could finally be made out. Tempest gazed upon the creature as she sat inches from him. A sharp stabbing pain filled her heart as she looked upon what was left of her firstborn child.

Dressed in dark rags of a cloak, stood a figure with red eyes filled with an amber glow. His beard, which once sat black, was now cold white; his mane was long and disheveled, a mix of his original pitch black and gray strands. His antlers twisted in every which way, and his goat horn grew in knots. His claws stayed ever so sharp, and his scaly tail slashed around like a wild animal’s.

“Oh my baby,” Tempest cried. But before another step could be taken, Twilight blasted a beam of ice, stopping his pursuit of Luna, making him fling back his head.

“Enough!” she stomped, shaking as she got to her feet. Her eyes glaring wide, locked in awe of her brother. “Discord,” she whispered.

An amused smirk spread on the creature's face as he returned his gaze to her. “Give in to Twilight.”

She winced as she fought whatever was going on with her body.

Discord chuckled once more as he stepped closer to her on all fours, like a wild beast.

“What's happening to her?” shouted Dash.

“It's simple, really. She didn't take the cure, as I would have hoped she did,” he said as he stood up on two legs once again. He rubbed the temple of his head as he staggered past her, clutching the walls as he went. “Forgive me, my mind is a bit weak. But essentially, her own power is too much for her body to handle. She needs to stop fighting the crazy part of her head in order to fully master her chimera form. But,” he said as he held up one eagle finger, “once she does, it will change her. You know all about that, don't you, Luna?” he growled, almost like a lion.

Dash wasted no time, rushing to Twilight's aid. “We can’t let her go crazy; there's no telling when she's going to—” but before she could finish the sentence, a blast of fire shot out of Twilight's horn, bursting through the floors of the building above and shooting directly into the sky. She kicked Dash back in the face with her back hoof before running out onto the streets.

“There she goes. Have fun,” Discord rolled his eyes before retreating back into the darkness he came from.

“Wa, wait,” groaned Dash as she pulled herself up. “You—you have to save her.” Discord stifled a laugh at that. “Flutter…” Dash winced. As soon as her name was out, Discord tackled Dash and held her off the ground by the neck.

“Where?!” he growled, only for Dash to pull a note out of her pocket. He snatched the paper, tossing Dash aside and running out the doorway.

“Discord, wait!” Mells yelled, hoping he would stop, but he ran in the opposite direction from Twilight. Mells looked left and right, wondering which one she should go after.

“You two go after Discord; we'll get Twilight,” said a voice from behind them. They turned to see Luna standing with Spike, ready to help. Tempest sat curled up in a ball after what she had just witnessed.

“I'll take care of her,” coughed Dash as she rolled her left shoulder, groaning from the pain of being tossed into the wall.

With a nod, the twins didn't hesitate as they ran after their father.

“We just met up, and we're already splitting the team,” grumbled Spike as he crossed his arms.

Luna turned to her son with a look of desperation in her eyes. She wanted to apologize again and wanted to take him in her arms to tell him she'll never do anything like that again. But now was not the time for such pleasantries. Now she had to stop Twilight from destroying half the town. “Come on,” she yelled at him as she hopped into the car. The ironic nature of the situation didn't pass her, as she prepared to go toe to toe with her niece once again.

At her words, Spike wanted to snap back and tell her off, saying, “Why doesn't she just do it by herself since she can do everything alone?” But instead, he shook the thought away and crawled into the front seat, shouting “shotgun!” He knew Twilight came first and foremost.

Discord stayed in the shadows, but he ran like a cheetah, using every limb he had to his advantage. Despite his current state, he was very nimble. Not only that, but he often used his camouflage ability whenever necessary. In his true form, he was much faster than most. He could stay slick and out of prying eyes, appearing only as a ghostly long shadow against the backdrop.

He never even noticed his follower, even with her chimera form. All her days of barely surviving were training; she could still barely keep up with him as he ran, but she at least knew how to stay hidden, using her own abilities he did not know she had inherited.

“Where is he going?” she huffed, nearly out of breath.

“I have no idea, but I got the bike almost fixed,” he told her. “We should have grabbed it if we wanted to catch up with him. If he wasn't such a—”

At his words, Mells turned her head to him with a striking glare, almost as threatening as her father's.

“Seriously, how do you think those two ever met? It makes no sense that Mom would ever go for a guy like him!”

“Mom said... that he... was a... hero,” she huffed back to him with every step.

“Oh yeah, a hero. He did one nice thing in his life before he died!” her brother snapped back furiously as he began to lose his own steam. Though he didn't want to admit it, his father was fast on foot. “Doesn't mean he wasn't a jerk. After all, look at the way he just talked to his sister and treated Mom's friends!” he shouted before pulling his sister to a stop, due to his lack of breath. After a moment of resting, he continued. “I just thought our dad was more of a good guy, ya know?” he whined, like a child.

Tired of her brother's whining, Mells slapped him upside the head. “Fine, do what you want! Go and help Twilight. I’ve had enough of you!” He snapped back, surprising her brother. He sat back in awe as he watched her tread down the road once again. After she was nearly out of his sight, he shook his head and ran in the opposite direction, only for his mind to be lost in thought.

He was perhaps five or six, outside in the fresh, clean air of the mountain town known as Everfree Town, located right next to the Everfree Forest.

Sure, the forest could be dangerous—definitely at night—but during the day, it was a great place to live. To the right of him, leaning up against a tree and eating some cotton candy, was his sister. He had a glass of chocolate milk beside him. Someone far taller than him walked over.

“Oh, and what is that you draw? Such a strange creature with a claw,” said his babysitter. He turned to her; she was unlike any other he had ever seen. She was a zebra not much older than his mother, who lived closer to the forest than them.

“Oh, this is supposed to be Daddy,” he told her.

“Ah, I see. Your daddy must have been quite the one to behold, in glee.”

“In glee?” he asked curiously.

“Glee means happy. And look at the smile you gave him, quite uncanny.”

She always did that; she was always rhyming in strange ways. He tried to think about what she meant, but just then, the sound of a motorcycle came up.

The two small ponies dropped what they were doing and ran over to the bike that had just pulled up.

“Mommy!” they shouted in unison. She took off her helmet, letting her pink hair flow down her head. She smiled at the two of her children but then brought a cigarette to her face. “Hey, you two, Mommy brought dinner home,” she said and handed them a bag of burgers from a fast-food restaurant.

“Yea, yea!” the two shouted and grabbed their food. “Thanks for watching them, Zecora,” their mother said and tossed her a few bills from her pocket.

“No problem! It is my pleasure. Please, if you need anything else, let me know!” the zebra smiled.

Their mother gave a weary smile in reply before she began cleaning up the crayons and paper, when she stopped dead in her tracks.

She gasped a bit as she saw the photo. In the drawing was a yellow pony with bat wings, a little gray pony by her side, and a yellow one on the other. But it was the taller figure on the right, drawn in gray with what looked to be a gray shadowy claw, that had her shocked.

“Oh, I drew that for you, Mommy! Do you like it?” the little yellow filly asked.

She turned to her child with a sweet smile. “Your daddy was a hero. Don't ever forget that, my son. Thank you for this.” She pointed at the drawing. “This is going on the fridge,” his mother nodded, and walked right past him, making sure to pat his head as she headed to the kitchen. He watched as she headed inside the apartment building. Their home.

“Home,” he whispered, as he ran behind the old creepy building. He then grabbed a screwdriver and the handlebars of his father's bike, fixing them into place as he remembered how he originally took it apart. “I’m going home,” he narrowed his eyes as he tightened the screw back on it.