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// Prologue  
// Story: NightMare Revisited 
// by jdan 
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	Little foal stories aren't meant for the young ones. They are meant for the adults they will grow up to be. Within the yellowed pages of old mares tales, beyond the simplistic teachings we hold so fickly close to our hearts, and beyond the ensconce of the perpetually happy ending, lies the ever embattled purpose. Exuding it's meaning between the lines, that those so cursory will be quick to miss it, and the few with intellectual acuity are constantly pricked by the profound realization of consequence. For the tales aren't falsely spun, adjoined for mockery and pleasure, rather they are accounts, scripted to be instilled in a young ones minds. Lasting for aeons, whispered to sleeping foals before bed, impregnating the minds of society, but not with a story. With a warning. A warning that's been forgotten, abated behind the curtains of perceived security. For when murmurs and truth have lost their call, and Equestria shall stand, only to fall, that is the time. That is the time when the night will cover all.

--NightMare Revisited--