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// The Sprial 
// Story: Power of Discord 
// by Jesusophile 
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The days seemed to pass by in seconds. His determination kept his mind off life, the world, his sorrow. His memories were blank and his hooves stained with mud and black. He was a husk, a sad reminder of the Unicorn he once was and now he was a tool of chaos and murder. He limped on, knowing his next destination but not realizing how low he has been brought down.