Prologue

                                    

                                              

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I was galloping through the woods, every sound I heard making me go faster. Every shadow I saw scaring the living daylights out of me. Even so I kept pushing. I had to reach it before it was too late. 
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When I finally reached my destination I saw that I was, indeed, too late.  A brilliant, blinding flash, and ponies were dropping like flies, dying where they had stood. Shadows are what became of them.  While the magic energy disintegrated their bodies, shadows remained like scars.
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There was a house with horizontal planks, displaying the shadows of two fillies playing catch. A mare was bending down weeding her garden.  An old stallion was rocking in his chair, smoking his pipe.
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Then there he was, Lord Aaron of Falcon Claw, a father trying to save his son.  He was yelling at the shadow to come back, even if we both knew it was of no use. Zane Ro'Meave was standing at the town borders, smiling like the evil madman he was.  Lord Aaron looked at him with hatred, feeling the savage need for revenge.
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Then there was me, only a filly at the time.  I scolded myself for not getting there in time to stop it.  If I had run faster, maybe this small town would not have suffered such a horrible fate.  Maybe those children on the wall of that house would not have died that day.  They could have grown up to become doctors or scientists, artists or writers.  The mare may have lived on to meet grandchildren.  The old stallion may have saved a life.  Maybe the shadows had families to go back to.  That isn't possible now.  I know that.  The amulet had absorbed their very life force, their very souls.  The only thing I could do now is avenge their deaths.
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That was it: the day that I vowed that I, Nova Star, was going to save one hundred and fifty seven lives; one for each life stolen from Falcon Claw. I would do that by taking the lives of oppressors, thieves, and killers. That's exactly what I do now: I save lives from oppression and death, and I would finish this by ending the life of Zane Ro'Meave. 
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Edit: April 5, 2018
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Guys, I just read this again and... I'm so embarrassed. I apologise to everyone who probably felt like gouging out their eyes after reading this. I was considering finishing the story with a sequal, but I can't. I mean, if you guys want me to, I can go back and rewrite it, but in hindsight, it was a really stupid idea with bad execution. If anyone couldn't tell, it was Aphmau's Minecraft Diaries, rewritten as My Little Ponies, with my of thrown into the mix. I'm sorry. And on the absolutely no chance that Aphmau ever reads this story, I am truly a big fan of your work. You write amazing storylines, with intriguing characters, funny dialoug, and just the right amount of mystery to keep me interested. I had never binged on anything until I saw my sister watching one of your videos. I never knew the extents of greatness one can achieve through a game like that,  but I watched all through episode 82 of season one in a day, and couldn't wait for more content. Keep doing what you're doing, because you're obviously doing it right. 😸
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