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// Prologue part one 
// Story: Treestump 
// by Treestump of the nlr 
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The symbol that grew on my flank, that grew so new it almost shined, stood out to me. For I alone new what it meant.

I was now a protector, but not just that, a trader.

I was the second in my class to find my cutie mark, both of us found ours early. Mine stood for my flag, not that of any major empire but my own; A shield with a river flowing through it, and a tree growing up. It held so much meaning in so simple a design.

Yet, also, I wondered If I could ever live up to it. Which may I never told anyone the meaning, or maybe I just wanted to mess with them.