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// Prologue 
// Story: Crimson Bonds 
// by Dumakey93 
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These crimson bonds that have shown upon my hands, are eternal. I know not of where they are from, but they are marks of a traitor. Traitors deserve to die at the hands of their victims, and most do. This tale is not one of entertainment, nor is it meant for any sane man to see.

I was in Celestia's dungeon, a suspect in the act of treason. For over a year now, I had suffered many torture methods they have used against me. Celestia is a brute, no doubt. I was once on her side, then I wavered in the Discord incident. He was a clever leader, but the censorship of the media would portray him as an insane quack. Let me remind you how men fall into darkness, greed, and wickedness.

Power over all things in this world. The ultimate power over all of Equestria and my world. That power has no name, perhaps it is the influence of a leader to strive for progress. The iron hoof of Celestia cannot be fought, with the Mane Six in tow. That I knew immediately, for I have watched the show. 

I am but a lowly man without purpose now, I can only destroy and never create. Why did I descend into the dark path, when I was merely fighting for my life? I was a normal man, yet I know how quickly a man is misunderstood and thrown away. 

This is how I wound up after Discord's defeat, a lone prisoner of war. It was of no fault of my own, for I was controlled by him. His influence is the very core of destruction and death. I am not the man I once was, for I am now just a shadow. I was controlled by that fiend for only a short moment, but it has scarred my life forever. The smiles have faded into a gray spiraling abyss of solitude. I walk alone in this world because of him, because of my own darkness. This is a vague account of my last happy day, and the start of an eternal daze.

I look upon my hands, and see only death...