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// Prologue 
// Story: Diverse 
// by LightningTune 
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	When I first got my cutie mark, me and my family were happy. It was a purple shooting star, and it matched my dark purple coat and light blue mane well. But it was a little strange, because I just woke up with it. I went to bed, and the next morning, there it was. My family first thought it was a symbol of my magic ability. But that didn't make much sense, because I struggled with magic, so then we thought that maybe it was for my love of astronomy, but I wasn't particularly fond of astronomy either.  By this time, we didn't care much about how I got it, because to them, it was a thrill that I got one in the first place. After all, they thought I might never get my cutie mark, at the age of 13 and still cutie mark-less, they were almost certain it wouldn't come. But it did, so we were happy.

When my second mark came however, things became different. Very different.