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// Reunion - Chapter 87 
// Story: Diary of the Night 
// by CalebH 
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Mortals are odd things. We I have lived years beyond count yet in their fleeting lifetimes they can find wisdom that must be shown to one such as me. It is a humbling request to ask a child to teach you, even more so to ask a child to teach you to lose. 

These games are like nothing I have known. There is no consequence to them yet they inspire passion and competition in those that play them. In my madness I lost many battles. In hindsight I am thankful that I did, that the suns still rises to shed light and life on Equestria, yet my losses meant death to those who were most loyal to me. Even as I am thankful for my loss I resent my defeat for the sake of those who died.

To lose at these games is refreshing in a way. We I do not always sit comfortably at the center of attention. For centuries my every failure has had consequences that reach across Equestria yet in these games I can lose and it does not matter.

These games do not recognize thrones or authority; to them I am merely a player. There is no pretense and no expectation, it is not required that I be excellent and set an example, it is not even required that I am victorious. It is a comfort to know that failure can go without consequence.
-L