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// Prologue 
// Story: Live and Let Die 
// by Dihinner 
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A light gust of snow danced around the lone figure with their head bowed at the solitary grave in a quiet field. So much had happened that had led up to this point, most of which the figure wished they could simply forget. But, as the age old saying goes, live and let live. Sadly, those words meant nothing to the sole figure.

The wind picked up and the peculiar smell of acidic chemicals was lightly smelt in the air. The figure turned to their left and saw that a unicorn was standing beside them, her head also bowed.

The two remained in silence for a while, before the first figure spoke.

“What brings you here?”

The unicorn looked up at him, then sighed softly, “Can’t sleep.”

The other figure nodded, “I thought you would have come here to pay respects.”

The unicorn shrugged, “Who’s to say I’m not?”

More silence followed, with the occasional sound of branches swaying softly in the wind. The figure turned to the unicorn again, despite not being able to see her. His eyes had been removed long ago. 

“When do you think he’ll be back?” asked the sightless pony.

The unicorn continued to stare at the grave, then at the sightless pony.

“Why knows? He has a lot on his mind. He may be back tomorrow, he may never come back. We just have to wait and see.”

The sightless pony nodded, turned back to the grave, and let out an eerie howl of sadness and eternal respect for the missing and the dead.

For anything else who might have understood it, it was a howl of the past and bettertimes.