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// Micro-chapter: Looming Darkness 
// Story: Clone Wars: Equestrian Wars 
// by Pun System 
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A humanoid figure with a navy coat, slitted eyes, and tufted ears approached a steep throne. At the foot of the throne, he bowed. “Rise,” called a female voice from the top of the throne.

The stallion did as he was asked. “You summoned me, your Highness?”

“Yes. The thousandth year is drawing to a close. How go our preparations?”

“I am pleased to report we are nearly a month ahead of schedule, your Highness.”

The mare leaned back against her throne, and even behind her veil of darkness, her hand moved to a new position, displaying her pleasure at the news. “You have done well. The fleet shall be ready with time to spare.”

“And then the prophecy will be fulfilled!” he said, spreading his thestral wings in excitement.

“Indeed,” the voice called back. “The galaxy is in turmoil. I can sense it. Dark forces are stirring beneath the surface. With the galaxy distracted, there will be little resistance to our invasion. Every stallion, mare, and foal on Equus Prime shall soon know my name!” she said, leaning forward just enough for the light to catch her jet black face and billowing blue mane. ”Nightmare Moon!”