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// The Slave's Passing 
// Story: The Slave and the Master of Chaos 
// by TheGreatestGecko 
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	Zanix prowled through the undergrowth in the Everfree Forest. He was excited, as always, to perform a kill.But this was a particularly special kill: he was going to kill Lord Xanth's puppet of seven thousand years.
He had at last spotted the upside-down shack that discord called home. A rare smile showed itself upon Zanix's face as a pure black blade soundlessly slid from Zanix's right wing. He already had a plan in his head: stun Discord with a few needles, the behead him with his best blade.
All sound seemed to have stopped below the new moon.  The white assassin could hear discord's light breathing as he slept.  In his minds eye, he imagined where the spinal cord was. He swung his right wing, and a needle zipped out of a miniscule tube next to the blade. Game set match Zanix thought, as he walked menacingly through Discords door, his red mane and white coat glowing in the oil lamp on discords bed stand. "You've had a good run discord," Zanix said softly but firmly "To think you were born a pony, and die a message"
Zanix strode out of the shack, holding discord's head as if it were a trophy. Which it was.