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// Day 15 
// Story: In Pursuit of Chaos 
// by CeresBane 
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Dear Arch-Cleric,

I have only left the Church of Saint Rarity a mere fortnight ago and already I have found my first lead. Though mayhaps I shouldn't be all to happy about this, seeing as the only way to find the cursed demon mare is through the destruction she leaves in her wake. I dread to think what horrors await me on this soapy dirt road. However I endeavour to serve. For the ponies and Equestria I shall not falter. But I feel at ease knowing that my confessions and doubts are purged with your understanding ear, arch-cleric.

I miss home already, seeing the happy faces of the orphans and the peaceful tranquillity I sense in all of you clergy ponies. These past few days, I've only been met with horror filled faces, shunning barricaded doors and accusations of ill-intention upon the homes I find shelter in at the very mention of that mare's name. I know I am no stranger to the wilds but knowing that I sleep mere hoof steps away from a warm fire and a solid roof over my head. It breaks my heart to witness how the fear evil has sown has broken many a pony.

I write to you with great motivation, I will make haste on this lead and I pray to Equestria that it leads me to that monstrosity. With her gone, Discord will be without a sadistic mind to run it. With only the randomness of chaos at the forefront, I dare hope our final goal will be as much more tangible as you projected it would.

-Piety