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// Epilogue 
// Story: Consequences 
// by Antisocial Ind. 
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	The doors opened, and Mrs. Strongwing took her first steps in ten years as a free mare. It felt...odd. She couldn't explain it, as it was familiar and at the same time so alien. She stepped and stepped again, eventually gaining speed and it turned into a gallop. She felt so free, so uncontained. It was liberating for sure. She slowed to s top, out of breath, and took in her surroundings. It was rather gloomy where she was, yes, but it was still a beautiful sight; trees, a bright blue sky, animals hopping around...

She began to walk, but stopped when she saw the most familiar thing of all: a black mass with eyes staring at her. She recognized him instantly, even after ten years. She stared, mouth agape, at this handsome, strong stallion who was now smiling at her. He began to move toward her, and even though she wanted to sprint to him, she was stuck in place.

Eventually he reached her, and they simply stared into each others eyes for a few moments. She could not hold it back, and she cracked up, a load croak coming from her mouth. She began to sob as she all but tackled him, squeezing him as hard as she could. He whispered into her ear:

"I love you, mother."