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// Prologue 
// Story: Of Change and Friendship 
// by LittleAngelStocking 
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It was quiet, very quiet. The sky was dark, but there was a faint orange glow on the horizon, along the dirt road a long shadow was cast, the shadow of a pony.

She was orange, with a blonde mane, cut short, and currently in pigtails, her tail matched. Her flank bore the Cutie-Mark of three bright red apples; her apple green eyes were seemingly glued to her hooves.
A small village came into view, and she looked up as she entered. She turned her head, looking longingly at the horizon one last time before entering the little village.


Dear Princess Celestia,

I’ve made a living in a nice little town in the continent of Zebrica. Nice folk, them zebra’s. Zebra. I still don’t know the plural. 
How’re my family doing? I reckon Apple Bloom has her Cutie-Mark by now, she’s probably all grown up now. I sure miss my family and friends.
I hope they’re doing all right. It’s been a while. 

Your Honest Subject, Applejack.

The letter was crumpled into a little ball, and thrown into the wastebasket, along with the dozens of other wrinkled, unsent letters.