"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
I never make mistakes. I thought I'd made one once, but I was wrong.
If I have one I haven't told myself about it and I will have to get back with you on that.
Hello. I read. A lot. And, if the stars are right and the planets converge, I might actually finish and publish a story sometime this decade.
A light tan Unicorn pony with brown mane and tail. Skilled with earth and electric magics, and champion digger. Her Cutiemark is a drill and lightning-bolt meeting in a point.
Just your average brony sharing fan fiction with the world.