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Ladon hated this kind of thing. He’d move the garden of Khaos and then take a nap. When he woke up he’d always find a body. See, the apples in the garden where golden. And worst of all, cursed. A one in a trillion chance of making you a draconequus, and everything else would kill you. And looking across at the tree in the center of the garden, he knew it had claimed another victim. 

Ladon padded closer on all fours, his eyes running over the body. It was a child this time… She had been setting up a tea party, how she found the garden he didn’t want to know. But there she was, her head missing and some broken tea cups. He tried to ignore the smell. And then, he realized something. This was a tea party made for two, not one. Where was the other? 

Then, he noticed the skulls rolling out of a bush. One… Two… Three? How many ponies where there? He stepped closer, and the skulls simply dissolved, and he could hear talking. No, not in a language you’d hear, but a language you’d see. He pushed aside the branches of the bush, and there it was. A draconequus, and when he spoke, skulls appeared in the air, before falling to the ground. 

He was terrified. And Ladon didn’t know what to do.