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// Chapter 0: Prologue 
// Story: A tryst with destiny 
// by Monki 
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A tryst with destiny


written by Monki



Prologue:


The sky was darkened by thick gray clouds. The rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything or everyone that dared to leave their shelter. Although the thunderstorm slowly moved on, making its way to the south, one could still hear the rolling thunder in the distance and the whistling wind outside of the house.
The old changeling was sitting on a creaking rocking-chair made of ash tree next to a window. This was her favorite place to spend the evening, staring out of the window of the second floor. Sitting here always reminded her of her youth.

“Granny, Granny, please tell us a story!” A voice next to her called. It was one of the fillies she used to sit when the parents had other things to do. It was early afternoon, but quite dark and grim outside because of the rampaging thunderstorm.
“Yeah a story, please tell us a story, Granny!” another filly begged.

“You want to hear a story? What kind of story?” she gently asked in her raspy voice averting her gaze from the window. The kids couldn't play outside today, because of the stormy weather so it was only natural for them to get bored staying inside. She turned towards the kids sitting around her eagerly waiting for her reply. They knew that she could tell great stories. Stories that convey the impression like being a part of it.

“A story about a superhero!” a third filly cheerfully called.
“Yeah, about Super-Mare!”
“No Bat-Colt!”
“No Spider-Stallion, tell us something about Spider-Stallion, Granny!”

“I just know the right story for you, kids. It's about a hero but the best thing about it is, that this hero actually existed. This hero didn't need any supernatural powers to leave an unforgettable impression. It was the actions of this hero who changed the fate of this land for good.”

“Yay!” the fillies joyfully cheered.
“Sounds awesome!” another voice agreed and the old changeling nodded her approval.

She turned back towards the window, watching how the heavy raindrops tried to penetrate it but got repelled by the glass and dribbled down until they were out of sight. She liked sitting here, listening to the drumming of the rain and the whistling of the wind. From this position on the second floor of her house, she had a really good view of all important things outside. Leaning back, she finally cleared her throat and started to speak-

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