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// We, the immortals - CHAPTER 1 (AKA: A package from hell) 
// Story: A thing or two about changelings and their habits saga 
// by Young discord 
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What a fine day it was to start one's career, what a fine day indeed.
Stanley Svelberg inhaled the fresh city air of Manehattan, the city stood proud and green before him.
Stanley had heard of the stories about this city, it was once full of steel concrete and skyscrapers and look at it now...
The skyscrapers were replaced by baoblocks, thick giant hollow trees that sheltered countless of ponies, gryffons, changelings and in some cases, dragons.
This was exactly why Stan had picked this city, in it anything was possible.
Anything.
"Well, the baoblocks aren't going to design themselves"
Stanley gave in to his excitement, it was his first job and he was already going to be a baoblock architect, all he had to do was nail that job interview.





Stanley remained nailed to the chair, awaiting for the verdict.
His potential boss was leafing through Stan's portfolio, humming here and nodding there.
"Well, I can certainly say that this is one impressive portfolio"
The young changeling looked at the employer who was now weighing out the pros and the cons.
"Well, I don't see a reason why we shouldn't hire such a talented individual as yourself"
This was exactly what the talented individual was hoping to hear.
"Welcome to the team"
Stanley shook on it.
The rest of the day practically melted away and before he knew it, Stan was already resting in his baoblock flat on the sofa.
"Well, it's time to celebrate so I might as well go fancy"
The changeling approached to his fridge in the kitchen for a special something just for this occasion.
It was an entire, unopened bottle of zap apple beer from Granny Applebloom's local brewery from his home town.
"The taste better be worth those 200 bits"
He opened the bottle with an inviting fizz.
Stan took a whiff of the heavenly scent and was about to get high on the ambrosic taste but a violent knock on the door had stopped that ceremony of pleasure.
That was the one thing that Stan couldn't get used to in the big city life, just sitting down in quiet was impossible without some constant interruption by something or other.
"What is it this time..."
Stanley came up to the door.
"Who is it?"
No answer.
"Hello?"
Silence.
Stan opened the door to see who it was but he only managed to catch a glimpse of a dark figure that was already around the corner of the corridor.
"Wait!"
But it was too late, the mysterious character was long gone, all that was left, was a mysterious package on his doorstep, a package that was going to change his life forever.
Stan, of course, being none the wiser, took the package in to inspect it.
It was a curious thing, the package, a box of thick grey crumpled paper that was tied with a hairy brown string.
There was nothing written on the package apart from a hastily written STANLEY on one corner.
"Guess it's for me"
Stan put his unwrappng skills to good use.
The string proved to be a harder opponent than expected.
"Come... on... open... UP!"
With the strength of twenty thousand changelings and a godzilla's grasp he ripped the thing in two, spilling its guts on the floor.
A shimmer caught his attention.
"What the..."
Stanley picked up a gold pendant shaped like a part of double doors with half of a sapphire on one side.