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// Prologue: The Intermission 
// Story: The Second Life of Morones 
// by SolongStarbird 
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	The last moments before his new life included the inability to breathe, screaming from loved ones, and blackness. This unforgiving blackness finally had mercy, swallowing him and drowning him in silence.
Why was it wrong to love ponies? Why did everyone have to be so mean? Where was support when he had needed it? Was he dead? Was the silence he swam through, the nothingness, heaven? Was it something in between? Perhaps this was hell. If it was, did that mean that loving ponies was a sin? Was this where he would remain? Forever?
Suddenly, there became a dot of light, almost unbearably bright. He could feel memories of his 11 years of living begin to fly away. Frantically, he began to claw for whatever scrap of his past he could reach. The pinpoint of light had begun to grow, and it seemed that it's growth coincided with the loss of even more memories. As memory after cherished memory continued to evade his grasp, he began to cry. Just before the light had swallowed everything as the darkness had done not long before, his hand touched what seemed to be the last memory he would ever have of being who he was before. He held onto it and did not let go. As the light began to form a blurry picture, the memory spoke to him the one thing he would carry into his new life. All you wanted was love.