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// The New Life 
// Story: the Change of Harmony 
// by criana 
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(Sunset Shimmer's POV)
We ran into a castle that was apparently ruins. It wasn't Celestia and Luna's old castle. It seemed like a Star-Swirl themed kinda thing.
There was a legend that there were two trees. Not just ordinary trees, but special ones. The one proven to be real was the Tree of Harmony. The other tree is call the Tree of Magic, a tree that has the ability to do something that has never been done before. Kill any pony or ponies you want. It can do a lot more things just not as violent. It was suppose to be in Star-Swirl's castle

We were walking in the forest. This was definitely it. The blue, white, and yellow on the walls- or what used to be walls- could help make it clear to you, that this was it. We walked into a small room, or shed now because the rest of the castle was gone. It was his magic room. We saw so many items. Potions, cauldrons, bottles of water, and ...blood? We opened a closet and saw a green wig. We tugged on it and out fell the body of his student. Clover? Clover the Clever? Something's going on here, and it is not good.

I used my magic to take her dead body out of the bloody closet. We noticed something shiny and saw an old, rusty, bloody saw. We looked at Clover and noticed a long cut along her back. She couldn't have done that to herself. We knew the only person who could have done that to her was... STAR SWIRL! He wasn't as great as ponies made him seem. Was he?

Luckily, Luna had thread. She sewed Clover's wounded skin back together. I knew some back to life spells that i tried on Celestia, but didn't work on her, but she was under a spell. Clover I could cast the spell on, so I did. And when I did, we heard this ear piercing scream.

(Clover's POV)
I screamed as I waited for my teacher to kill me. I opened my eyes to realize, I'm not with my teacher."Where am I?" I manage to get out. I see some other ponies standing in front of me. 'Where am I? Am I Dead? What year is it?' I had so many and almost too many to ask.