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// episode 2 begins 
// Story: Discorded Humanity 
// by The Drifting Bard 
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The fog was incredibly thick, so think you could hold your arm out and not see your fingers. I had untied the scabbard off the belt, and began to use it as a blind-man’s stick. I fell down what could be described as a basin of some sort, my vision cleared.
Looking around I could hear the screams of worried ponies, attempting to find one and other in the dense fog. I heard a voice shout out “where’s my muffin? Dinky Doo, Where are you?” I recognized that voice, a certain mail-mare of PonyVille. 
I suddenly felt a dark chill in the air. Looking up I saw a ghostly apparition of things to come.

I saw a deadly, ghastly white horse with glowing red eyes seemingly running on air. I felt the icy glare of the being, chilling me to the core. 
It shot down towards me and spoke “you,” the beast’s mouth never moved “are not of this world”
I rolled my eyes, drawing my blade from the scabbard. “Neither are you in-case you haven’t noticed” I retorted.  The blade shimmered in the light, I plunged my blade through the strange being’s chest, but no blood was drawn. The being reared itself up, and brought its hooves down upon me. 

Total darkness was all I saw. 
I had not come this far to die now




 Discorded humanity 2:where the wild wind blows)

it begins