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// Royal Decree 
// Story: Memories Of The Flask 
// by WindigogoGadget 
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It is with a heavy heart that I bring news that concerns all citizens of Equestria's banner and beyond, and the world as we know it. To us, the purpose of the enchanted villages, the vanishing cities, has been revealed; to farm ponies for consumption.

Though these be our fellow ponies among them, just like you and I, and perhaps you have formed a connection with one, these ponies cannot be reasoned with, cannot be bargained to leave their homes, and worse- we cannot allow them to live. They are free, and will die to protect their captors. These villages are infested and overflowing with dark magic, creatures made wholly of it are born into our reality from these villages, and their mere existence is a threat to the balance of the world at large as those who interact with them become corrupted by their influence. Though these abyssal beings may have once been contained and content in these vanishing villages, they have begun to leak out into the world at large, posing as friends, family, figureheads, confidants, and saviors. We must act swiftly to eradicate them lest they spread further and further until all of Equestria falls under their dominion.

To those of you, who pose as us in skins crafted from the abyss, who believe themselves to be loyal to the light instead of the void, there is one option. Commit to yourself the ultimate sacrifice, kill yourself. There is sadly no warm awaiting you, only fires. 

Furthermore, any pony, changeling, unicorn, earth-pony, pegasus, dragon, griffin, or other creature that has knowledge concerning the whereabouts of any village containing any form of life whatsoever, is hereby ordered to report to their closest garrison at once and assist in the effort to cleanse and protect Equestria from the menace of the gaping maw of the void. Any pony who attempts to conceal shall be considered an accomplice in endangering the existence of the world as we know it and will be punished accordingly.

In addition, a warning: Changelings are not ponies. The shadows are not ponies. They are not your equals. They are not our comrades. They are not our friends. Do not trust them, do not befriend them, do not tolerate them. Kill them as you must, be it mare, stallion, or child, but kill them quickly and efficiently, lest we fall to the same brutal methods they employ. Remember, they are not our kin, and we are not theirs. This is a fight for survival, and it is one in which we must prevail, lest our world become devoured by darkness.

It is for these reasons that we, with heavy heart, condemn the colloquially known Enchanted Towns and the formally known and recognized capitol of the Vanishing City, Pueblo Nuestro and its residents and all suspected of any relation to their magic and voids, to death, by the military arms of Equestria, now they be divided into three legions. The first legion shall be tasked with dismantling of wagons, carriages, and more. The second shall take census of all who have obeyed the order, and give assistance to those who had not. The last will destroy all structures, and records, magical or mundane. 

Once more, anypony found with these creatures, will be executed on sight without trial. Let nothing remain of these places but ash. They are our prey, and we must be the hunters.