Zecora hates her little hut. The path is always silent, and the door is always shut. Will she choose her last relief, or will she suffer through her grief?
You would never expect the nicest ponies to become depressed. You would never expect the most innocent to murder the ones who were close. But it's happening, and these ponies are not ponies you want to see the bad side of.
There was a time when our loyalty was absolute, to the point of even blind. We fought, we bled, we did things many a pony would find sickening. But we did, we did it for her. Sadly, as the saying goes, time changes all things, and she was no differen
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