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// Prologue 
// Story: Book 3 The Shadows [OUTDATED] 
// by Penelope Anne Ink 
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Where the world turns its eye

and the winds weave on by

and the breezes blow gently and soft,

there’s a land hidden still

filled with hatred and will

that watches and waits for your heart.

The old mare continued humming to herself. She took a deeper look at what she had been working on.

“Bah! Pointless as always!”

No matter how much she worked on translating the spell, it didn’t come out right. One more explosion here and there and her entire hut would be gone. She needed something, but she couldn’t figure out what.

Her eyes glowed a brilliant blue.

Her horn began to beam and so did the pages set in front of her. The words began to take form on the page by themselves, but the old mare couldn’t see it.

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Far away, a dark, orchid colored unicorn was resting beneath a tree. She had spent the past few weeks traveling Equestria, a place she hadn’t gotten to know the better side of for most of her life. She had left it behind when she was so much younger and more foolish. She gave a small chuckle at that.

Maybe I’m still foolish after all?